Chapter 7
It wasn’t until I reached my front door that I realized I had left my keys at the office. Cursing under my breath, I pulled out my phone to contact my landlord, Kristina Monroe, via Facebook.
I lived in a city known as Sevan. Throughout this past year, and even more so in Sevan, my landlady, Kristina, had shown me nothing but kindness.
Kristina, a woman of thirty, was a single mother, and she raised her five-year-old daughter single-handedly. She was a woman of considerable wealth, with numerous properties to her name.
Despite her financial independence, she found a jobless life to be monotonous. Thus, she had taken up a position as an accountant. Kristina was an intellectual woman, blessed with blonde hair, striking beauty, and an enviable physique. Her voice was as soft as a whisper.
However, she often indulged in playful banter with me, teasing, "William, I’m quite fond of you. If you ever grow weary of work, let me know. I’ll pay you, and all you’d need to do is sleep with me once a day!"
Each time Kristina uttered these words, I found myself tempted to consider her proposition.
After all, Kristina was a stunning woman. The idea of being intimate with her daily, coupled with monetary compensation, seemed too enticing to be real!
However, I feared she might be jesting, and thus, I refrained from accepting her offer.
I texted Kristina:
William: [Kristina, I seem to have left my room key at the office. Do you happen to have a spare?]
Kristina: [Yes, come and collect it. You’ve just finished work, haven’t you? Why not join me for dinner?]