His Immense Desires

DAY ONE AT WORK

**JANELLES POV***

I came back from lectures, so hungry both most especially, TIRED.

I had already climbed my bed, when it rang in my head that I was supposed to be seeing Me house owner.

"Damnn, I am meant to be in his house for my evening work", I muttered words even unknown to me as I got down from the bed and dashed to the door of my room.

"Damnnnn it's 3pm, at least he seems the busy type, I don't think he would be in his mansion or whatever by this time of the day, it's still to early for someone like him to be in his house.

I better get going now, at least there would be no chance of both of us seeing each other", I muttered to myself.

The though alone of not seeing him, brought a lacuna to my heart, it aches.

"How wouldn't I be able to see that handsome idiot?", I asked myself.

"Anyways, I still have a long time to see him, or rather meet him", I scoffed.

I couldn't even believe that it was in my head that all these thoughts were running through.

*******

"You are Miss Janelle right?.

I have been waiting for you since morning, Mr Rashid said, you will be resuming work today.

I have been waiting but..... Anyways you are welcome.

Would you like to resume work right now, or you would want me to take you round the house, which is better?", The lady chef said.

"Did he really say, I would be resuming work today?.

He didn't add that I am a student and I tend to come back from classes late?", Janelle asked.

The lady kept mute.

"Heloooo, did you hear what I just said?...".

"I only say what I am told and nothing else, maybe you should ask him, when he's back, you are such a beauty...

He said something about an ugly faced lady coming in today, maybe that was just a joke.

He could be so funny sometimes, always talking sarcastically...", The chef replied.

"Do you think, calling someone names is actually sarcastic and funny, he is so rude", Janelle scoffed.

She checked her wristwatch and sighed, time was not running fastly, "seems like we will be stuck in 3pm..." Janelle muttered.

"Did you say anything?, Ohh yes I heard you well.

I just resumed working with him last three months, and throughout my lifetime working as a chef, he has been the sweetest boss ever.

That you should know, he is so cool and fun to be with, a man with few words, and rare to find.

Even when I prepare his food late, he never gets angry or shouts at me, like other lousy house owners do.

I think you should take back your words, or maybe there is a chemistry flowing between you both and you are trying with all your might to counter it, and stop the.....

"Ohhh no, please stop it, please there's is rather no chemistry, I just have to do this so I won't get to....

Anyways it doesn't matter, can you show me the clothes I need to wash and the laundry room?", She wondered why all old women love thinking that whenever two adults don't actually get to lije each other at the start, there must surely be a chemistry later.

"Alright, come on, or rather wait here, let me get the clothes, you can be okay all by yourself right?.

I will be going to the market, because I need to buy some foodstuffs for the house and also, Mr Rashid said he needs toiletries, so if you don't mind...

"I really don't mind, just get the clothes, let me get straight to work.

I have loads of assignments and catch ups to do in my school.

I really have been slacking down in studies", Janelle cried out.

While the lady chef went upstairs to get the clothes for Janelle, Janelle used that opportunity to check out the interior of the house.

It screamed of male, the designs, the intern decor, and everything within was just so beautiful.

An the passage that led to the guest room, sat on the wall, a huge portrait of Rashid on his ceremonial wear, and a sultan.

He looked so smokenly hot, with his dark pink lips and turquoise sea green eyes.

"Errmm, seems like, you have taken a tour yourself.

"

Here are the clothes, they aren't much, though, maybe... "Are these all the clothes?, He would have just done all this himself".

"You don't have to talk like that, child, the man is so busy, he rarely have time for himself, once, I heard he's tackling a fraud issue, that has been

keeping him so busy. Content

You know what time he comes back home everyday?", The lady asked, as Janelle gawked at her.

"No", Janelle replied.

"Most times, he comes back by 2am, earliest 12:30am, you see he is as busy as a bee.

Very busy and handsome", the lady said as Janelle's cheeks turned crimson red.

***RASHIDS'POV***

This isn't the usual time for me to get back from work, I had to come back home because of the files left at home, one important document which I ain't meant to forget at home.

I entered the house, only for me to hear moans coming from the sitting room.

I remembered Janelle is going to be around, though, if she hasn't left already.

Check, I have a good-looking gateman.

Check, i was watching a pornographic movie after I had come back from work, feeling so tired and worn out, and needed relief. Relief from what?, Hell Yeah, Relief from jerking off.

I had turned the movie on, hell yeah, because that was my only means of getting relief from my penis which was rock hard.

Why was it Rick hard?", My mind questioned.

It was rock hard, maybe, because of, I was thinking about Janelle the ugly faced young lady.

"You say what?", my mind questioned.

"Really she is not ugly, she is damn beautiful with the body of a mini goddess.

I was thinking so long about her, so why won't I be Rick hard thinking about her.

Like damnnn..."

"Shut the fuck up, you bloody insecured fool", my inner self snapped.

Ohhh hell, that is not the problem right now, the problem is, how I would get to off the television that has been blaring different sounds of groans and moans.

I also need to make sure she is not around, I don't want her to think I am a horny sick hyena, that couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"You just keep confusing yourself, and saying nonsense, keeping your hands to yourself, also meaning, getting to jerk yourself all through the night", my innermind screamed.

I looked around, I didn't see anyone, I entered the sitting room swiftly.

I could not believe, I was getting all horny, thinking about her.

**** JANELLE'S POV****

I was done washing, it was left for me to rinse, since the chef had said that Mr Rashid or whatsoever his name, doesn't like his clothes to be washed my machine rather hand washed.

I had to handwash, if that is what would make me not to stay with him, I would be so glad to do so.

I heard some noises, coming from inside, I remembered that the old lady wasn't around I decided to go check where the noise was coming from.

I walked into the house, I was almost getting past the guest room, when I heard the noise coming from the opposite side, which is the sitting room.

Just that, the noise didn't seem like noise, rather something more intimate.....

I opened the door, lo and behold, the sight in from of me was...

"Wh-wh-what the..."

"What the hell, or what the fuck, whichever you want to say, soooo...., What's wrong feeling horny already?", That was RASHID THE HOUSE OWNER