Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E47

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Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

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I linger a little bit longer in my quaint but warm small office gifted to me by Sir Lord Golding himself, the foun-der of this establishment. He is one of the most respected man whose philanthropic heart has him doing all things for the good of others. Since his retirement, he’s spent his time dedicated in opening and creating charities works all around the globe, for the benefits of children.

That’s where he met, Jeremy, at one of the social events. Since I graduated college few years back, I have had my heart set on children. For the few months after my graduation I had decided to teach preschool children, but soon had to quit the position when I fell pregnant. That was when I decided from then on, I would be a dedicated mother.

I didn’t want a nanny prior to Jeremy’s insistence, I wanted to experience motherhood and all of its up and downs. So I quit work for a while and bec@m£ a temporary housewife, until last month when Jeremy told me about Sir Lord Goldings and how he was looking for someone to rejuvenate one of his Home since it had become neglected when the previous manager had quit.

The home had been neglected for a year without Sir Lord Goldings’s knowledge since he was out of the country with other projects.

When he returned and found out, well let’s say he wasn’t too happy about it.

Jeremy, told him about me, and one thing led to another and so here I am: the manager of this home.

Jeremy knows about my dream to have my own Homes and so he thought this will be a great experience before he could actually gift me with my very own.

Even though he consistently acknowledges how I am very much capable of handling everything, I still want to experience handling it first. This Home, at first, proved to be a challenge but by the love I continued to get from the staff and children, well I am becoming too attached to want to leave it.

“Ma’am, its half past six.” Mrs Gilbert pu-lls me out of my reverie. I instantly snap to attention and inwardly cuss at the time.

Giving her one last goodbye I head out of my office, greeted and farewell by a few staff I happen to pas-s by and then I exist the Home, smiling at the new rejuvenated building as I make for my car at the parking lot.

I locate my Ferrari, one of my many gifts from my doting husband, Jeremy. This car had been my nineteenth birthday gift. The first birthday I spent with him, also the first birthday I actually felt was a truly celebr@ted birthday.

As I drive my old car, feeling whimsical about it, I recount the past seven years of my life with Jeremy.