Rachel's POV

Today was Saturday and I was getting ready for my shift at the golf club. I was a server and a waitress at the café area where people usually flocked to after their game. The golf course was a 30 minute journey from the apartment so I had to leave a little extra early to avoid getting stuck in traffic.

I made sure grandma was sorted for the day and that everything was taken care of. I grabbed my diary and chucked it into my bag because it never left my sight.

Last night was another night of crying for me because I was stressed. I really don't do well in stressful situations. My anxiety gets the best of me. I was worried about the necklace I broke and whether or not this would be my last few days of having a job at the mansion.

As I made my way to the golf club, I couldn't help but feel as if there was someone keeping an eye on me. Last night before I entered the apartment, those 2 shadows that I previously saw made another appearance and vanished within a second.

I stopped for a minute and looked over my shoulder. I really felt uncomfortable. The clothes I was wearing didn't make me feel any better either. The short golf skorts and golf shirt was a requirement for all female staff whereas the males had the opportunity to wear long pants or decent shorts.

I stepped out of the bus and onto the course. I proceeded to the locker room to leave my bag and tie my hair up properly. I wore the mandatory visor and went to the café area. It was already packed and buzzing. I clocked in and started my shift, picking up the leftover plates, clearing the mimosa glasses and taking peoples orders.

As I was walking back to the kitchen with 6 half full mimosa glasses that needed to be cleared, a curvy yet tall blonde lady bumped into me. Luckily, 2 of the glasses only fell and slightly spilled on my shirt but other than that it was a quick save.

"Watch where you're going!" the lady snarled and left. I looked at her with a scowl as she walked away because that was her fault yet she was telling me to watch where I was going. My eyes followed her and she went and stood next to a group of people. A group of 3 guys to be more precise. I couldn't see either of them because their backs were facing me but the guy she stood next to seemed oddly familiar.

I ignored her and her and her stupidity and went to clean up. I wet my shirt and wiped it clean from the orange juice and alcohol and now all it needed to do was dry.

I continued cleaning and wiping down the remanding tables and serving people their orders. That blonde lady was nowhere to be seen and for that I was happy. I was determined not to let this be a bad day. I've had enough of those.

I gave another order to the kitchen when the manager came up to me.

"Rachel, leave what you're doing and go with them," he pointed to a 6 seater golf cart where 4 people sat. More specifically where that rude blonde lady sat. She looked at me with a smirk and then very ostentatiously put her hand around the man who was driving the cart.

I could recognize those teal eyes from anywhere.

I looked back at my manager, "Me? Why do I need to go with them?"

He sighed in annoyance, "They have requested you to be caddie master for their session. Don't forget to tote the golf bags properly."

I looked at him in disbelief. I don't even know how to play golf. I'm a server, that was my job description, not toting bags and assisting on the field. I opened my mouth to say something but he just pushed me and muttered a 'move'.

I hesitantly walked up to the cart and the two men behind Alexander and the blonde woman didn't even glance at me.

I looked at the front and Alexander smiled however it wasn't by any means sweet, more of a self-satisfied motion. He cocked his head to the side and indicated for me to sit in the last row of the cart along with the golf bags.

It was a miserable 3 hours of me not knowing what the hell to do, and Alexander and the blonde- who's name was Bethany- being super touchy throughout. I was relieved when we arrived back to the café and they ended their game.

Immediately I left the cart and ran away back to my actual job, not caring to get a tip from either of them.

Alexander's POV

She was like a deer caught in headlights throughout the game. She didn't know what to do and to be honest neither did I. I have never played this utterly boring and slow game in my entire life, I YouTubed a tutorial on my way here. I was more of a rugby and a soccer guy but it was just an excuse to see her today.

Beautiful Rachel

I internally smiled at the thought. I hardly saw her in the mansion because she was always busy or I was always out. I hated staying there. I want to leave as soon as possible because I can't stand the memories but at least she makes it a little bit more bearable. Simply watching her mop floors, or dust cabinets makes my day a little better. Just looking at her eases me.

Jock and Lev accompanied me today. They were my bodyguards and security that I've had for a very long time. They did as they were told and always had my best interests however these two can't seem to relax. If a slow and boring game like golf can't get them to loosen up, I don't know what will.

We were all sitting at a table at the café. Rachel ran inside as soon as we got back and she has been avoiding us ever since.

I looked over at Bethany who was like a little leech clinging to me. Bethany was a childhood friend that I completely forgot about until I ran into her the other day. We weren't particularly close but I knew bringing her here would be the right option since she was a no-commitment type of girl. She loved men and loved to party.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I said to nobody in particular. I stood up and left the table.

As I stepped into the bathroom, somebody else stepped in after me and I heard the door lock.

Bethany had followed me and I turned to face her.

"Finally some alone time, Xander," she seductively said. Bethany was hot as fuck with perky breasts and a great ass. I'd give her that, but she wasn't beautiful, nor was she my type. Lately, my eyes have only been focused on a short, voluptuous lady with brown hair and alluring dark brown eyes.

I simply cocked my eyebrows at her statement and she walked closer to me. Her hands went around my neck and she brought her lips to my neck, sucking and kissing.

She smiled and looked at me with her grey eyes as she bent down and went on her knees.

Imagine Rachel on her knees

Bethany opened my fly and pulled down my trousers followed by my boxers. The thought of Rachel on her knees, with her luscious brown locks looking wild and untamed, licking her pouty lips that was swollen for me, taking me into her hands and stroking a few times before blowing me... I was rock hard at that thought.

I hissed as Bethany took me into her mouth in one swift motion but unfortunately she had a gag reflex that didn't allow her to go far.

Guess I'll have to make do

Roughly, I grabbed her hair that was tied and positioned myself at her mouth. I closed my eyes as only one image of a certain someone was constantly invading my thoughts.

I harshly pumped into Bethany's mouth and bobbed her head up and down with my hand. If Rachel was doing this I wouldn't have lasted 30 seconds.

"Oh yes, come on..." I lightly groaned as Bethany kept on sucking. I wonder what Rachel's mouth would feel like? I closed my eyes and relished in that thought.

I was nearing my release. "Mmh yes, just like that Rachel," I felt myself twitch and I climaxed in Rachel's mouth.

Well Bethany's mouth unfortunately.

I looked down at her and she looked at me in anger. "It's Bethany, Xander. Not Rachel," she whined.

I nodded at her just to get her off my case and immediately pulled up my trousers and boxers. She also stood up and attempted to kiss me on my lips, but I hastily moved my head so that she landed on my jaw.

She looked annoyed but didn't say anything. I unlocked the door and walked out.

Bethany followed suit and walked behind me while licking her lips and wiping the side of her mouth that still had some of my residue on it. As I stepped out, Rachel was standing there with a tray in hand. She scrunched up her face and moved to the side to let me walk past but before I could pass her, she called out.

"Mr. Alexander?"

I turned to her, "Yes?"

"Your fly is undone."