Mandy wasn’t the most qualified candidate I invited to my house. She didn’t have a culinary degree or butler experience like some of the professionals I saw. She didn’t even have a driver’s license, which was necessary for going to the supermarket to buy groceries.
Something about her pulled at my heartstrings. Maybe it was the way she looked up at me with her big, sad eyes. I felt compassion for her because she dropped out of high school at age seventeen to work full-time to support her ailing mother after her father died.
She was the only candidate who arrived at my house on foot. I remember wondering how many kilometres she had walked in her life.
Mandy was twenty-three years old when I met her. She tried hard to maintain a strong frame, but her eyes revealed that she could collapse emotionally at any second. I felt badly for her because she lived a tough life, and I imagined that the weight of stress, pressure and uncertainty had bogged her down.
I was fortunate to have a father until my late thirties, and he taught me that everybody deserved an opportunity to progress.
Before calling Mandy the day after her interview, I chuckled while thinking about her cheekiness. She didn’t meet most of the criteria that I required, yet she had the audacity to call me and tell me that she believed that she was the best person for the job. She was the only candidate to call me, whereas the rest emailed their CVs. I guess that helped her case.
She also said that she made delicious home-cooked meals, and I believed her. I couldn’t wait to try her cooking.
“Hi. Is it Mandy?”
“Yes.”
“It’s Gary Hewitt.”
“Hi, Gary. How are you?”
“I’m great, thank you. I’m calling to let you know that I’ve reached a decision.”
“Yes.”
“If you’re interested, the job is yours.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, sounding jubilant.
“Yes. I’m looking forward to trying your Eastern European goulash.”
“Thank you very much, Gary. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
I had a very good idea. Mandy worked for minimum wage at a restaurant, sometimes arriving at home after eleven at night. I paid above market rate for a house assistant. Mandy would pocket double her salary that she earned at the restaurant, and she would work only weekdays from eight to five.
After selling three successful online businesses, I used my skills to start the fourth business as a consultant. I helped entrepreneurs to scale their business with marketing, and I put in place operations that enabled them to provide their products and services more efficiently.
Business was booming. On a slow day, I had eight clients, and a busy day reached its peak at thirteen consultations. Many of my clients insisted that I work Saturdays to accommodate the demand.
In the beginning, I did it to help them, but I stopped after a few months because I wanted to focus on finding love. I charged $500 for an hour consultation, so I didn’t need money. But I was in my mid-40s, and I wanted to have a family.
Getting ass while I found the love of my life was reserved for Saturdays and Sundays. That’s one of the reasons I stopped working weekends. There were a few social media influencers that I banged on a rented yacht and some mature divorced women were amazing in bed, but none of them met my most important requirement—being traditional.
Since I was so busy during weekdays, I didn’t have time to even go to the shop. Mandy’s responsibilities included watering the plants first thing in the morning, then preparing me breakfast, cleaning the house, doing the laundry and the dishes, preparing me lunch and buying groceries.
I told her that she was welcome to join me at the table. She was shy to eat with me for the first few days, but she eventually felt comfortable to enjoy the food with me. It was nice to have somebody join me for a meal. I hated loneliness, but it seemed to love me.
Mandy used the bus to go to the grocery store, but my plan was for her to use my car. Since she didn’t have money to pay for driving school, I foot the bill and deducted it from her salary over three months.
I was glad that she passed her driver’s license on the first attempt. Although I didn’t consider Mandy to be intelligent, she was a hard worker who wanted to provide the best life for her mother. I respected her for that tremendously.
“Gary, can I ask you something?” said Mandy on Tuesday afternoon on her way out.
“Sure.”
“I know that it’s been less than two months since I started, but would you mind if I took tomorrow off? I have to take my mother to the hospital for her back checkup.”
“No problem.”
“I’ll try to come in, but I’m not sure how long my mother will be at the doctor. And then, we have to wait for the bus, which can take a while.”
“Take my car.”
Her big eyes widened even more. “Sorry?”
“Take my car. It’s going to be easier for you and your mother.”
“Oh…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You know where the keys are.” I smiled, and she reciprocated.
She returned with the key in her hand and said, “Thank you so much, Gary. I’ll be careful. I promise.”
The following day, Mandy arrived at the house at noon. She knocked on my office door.
“I didn’t think you would come in today. I wasn’t expecting you to,” I said.
“Usually, when we go with the bus, we get back home at around two. But having the car was so much faster. My mother walks very slowly because of the backache. She’s usually in a lot of pain by the time we get to the station. This morning was so much better.” Mandy smiled and then added, “My mother wanted me to tell you that she appreciates your generosity. She wants you to know that your gesture was extremely kind and that she’s very grateful.”
“It’s my pleasure. I’m glad I could help.”
Mandy and I interacted only for a few minutes during breakfast and lunch. She greeted me when she came in and on her way out. I was so wrapped up in work that I didn’t have time to get to know her. The only thing I knew about her was that she had an ailing mother.
About four months after Mandy’s appointment, a large holding company in Dubai wanted to hire me on-site to develop a new department in one of their companies. All expenses were paid, and the remuneration was fantastic. I would be gone for, at least, three months, possibly six.
A change of scenery was exactly what I needed. I loved Monaco, but the limited population didn’t provide me with a large pool of women to choose from.
“There’s something I need to discuss with you, Mandy.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve been hired to work in Dubai for a few months. That means there isn’t going to be any work here until I get back.”
“Oh. Okay.” She looked down, disappointed.
I knew that the income she received helped her tremendously, but I couldn’t pay her for not doing any work.
“I know this is a change, but I can offer you two options. You can come back to work for me when I return from Dubai, or come with me.”
Her eyes widened at the prospect of the second option. I saw that it was appealing to her, but she had to take care of her mother.
“Let me speak to my mother and see how she feels about it. Her back condition has improved, but I don’t want to leave her if she needs me.”
“Of course. I understand.”
The following morning, during breakfast, Mandy said, “I spoke to my mother.”
“What did she say?”
“She said that I should go with you.”
“Really?”
“Now that we have some money, she can take a taxi to the hospital and afford better healthcare.”
“That’s great,” I said nodding and smiling. Abruptly, I frowned and added, “I just remembered something that I should’ve mentioned to you. I can’t believe that I didn’t think to tell you. The company that hired me is putting me in a luxury apartment. I’m pretty sure it’s a single-bedroom place. And I think it’s got a double bed. So, we’ll have to share it. Sorry, I don’t know how I forgot to mention that. I can understand if that changes things.”
“No, it’s fine.”
I was surprised at her reaction. Our sleeping arrangement seemed like quite a big jump for her because we went from talking for a few minutes a day to sharing a bed.
The following week, we jetted off to Dubai. Mandy had packed my bags and lunch, in case I got hungry during the flight. She didn’t know that the airline served food because it was her first time on a plane. I thought that her gesture was unbelievably considerate.
In Dubai, I woke up at five in the morning and then went to the gym before spending the whole day at work. I often got home at around seven in the evening. Mandy kept the apartment in pristine condition and waited for me with the dinner table already set.
She always asked me how my day was because she knew that my schedule was arduous. More than a decade had passed since I worked on-site, so it was a big adjustment for me.
One night, during dinner, Mandy noticed that I twisted my neck quite often, so she asked, “You seem to have some tension in your neck and shoulders. Do you mind if I try something?”
“Sure.”
Mandy stood behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She squeezed them. Her hands felt soft, yet they managed to relieve me of the tension.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t know that you were such a talented masseuse.”
“I learnt some techniques from a therapist to help my mother.”
“It’s a handy skill to have.”
“Would you like me to massage your back?”
“How much do you charge?” I asked, cheekily.
“No charge. I’m happy to do it.”
I took off my shirt and then lay on the couch. Mandy sat on the edge of the couch and rubbed my back. I felt that she was uncomfortable in that position, so I suggested that she sit on top of me.
She sat on my bum, and my dick got hard just thinking about how it would feel if she sat on my crotch. I would’ve loved that. I thought about her riding me as I looked up at her moaning, her eyes closed. The thought of flipping over onto my back popped into my mind.
I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable by making the first move and her feeling pressured to reciprocate because I was her employer.
“How’s your mom doing?” I asked.
“She’s feeling much better. I talk to her daily. She sends her greetings.”
“That’s nice of her. Tell her I said, hello.”
“I will. You know, she was the one who insisted I join you on this trip.”
I frowned. “Is that so?”
“Yes. She’s glad that I work for you. She thinks you’re a very kind man who treats me well. That’s true, by the way.”
“I’m glad she feels that way.”
“I do, too.”
Hmmm. I could be wrong, but it seems like Mandy’s mom has other intentions than for her daughter to just work for me.
Mandy massaged me for another half an hour. I took a shower while she got ready for bed. I got hard thinking about how it would feel to bang Mandy’s brains out. She was young, submissive by nature and had a tight body. Those qualities made her so attractive to me.
I stroked my dick a few times in the shower while thinking about going into the bedroom and getting on top of her. I couldn’t help myself. Lust drove me to expose myself.
After getting out of the shower, I dried myself and walked into the bedroom. I stood naked in the door frame. Mandy raised her head off the pillow and stared at me. Her lips parted as her gaze lowered to my dick. Her silence prompted me to believe that she wouldn’t object if I made a move on her.
I walked to her side of the bed and then lifted the duvet. She kept looking at me. I got hard and then lay on top of her. I grabbed her left leg and lifted it slightly as we stared at each other, our noses brushing.
She wrapped her legs around me, and I kissed her. She put her arms around me, and I ravaged her neck. Mandy raised her chin to make it easier for me to enjoy myself.
My lips lowered to her chest. I licked her nipple while rubbing her pussy over the g-string. She grabbed my dick and told me to enter her.
I pulled off her g-string. Before I stuck my dick into her pussy, Mandy said, “Don’t hurt me. It’s my first time.”
That was surprising and flattering. I was glad to be her first.
I bobbed back and forth while giving it to her in missionary position. She was tight and unbelievably wet. Mandy’s face had reddened, and her mouth was wide open. She emitted several groans and moaned throughout intercourse.
Several minutes later, I got off her and told her to get onto her hands and knees. I was on my knees behind her. She bowed her head as I commenced the penetration from behind. I sped up the thrusting, and the slapping sound emitted as our bodies collided.
Mandy screamed out loud several times and snapped her head up to release the burning passion that had built up inside of her chest.
Feeling exhausted a few minutes later, Mandy lay flat on her stomach. I crouched on my legs above her ass, looking like I was squatting. I stuck my dick into her and grabbed her waist. My balls slapped against her ass, and she sputtered moans as I drilled her fast.
The fast pounding that I gave her and the slapping sound made me climax. I got onto my knees and unloaded inside Mandy.
In the morning, we had sex in the shower. I skipped gym and went to work after having breakfast with Mandy. We had sex when I got home at night and every day for the rest of the trip.
Four months later, we returned to Monaco. She spent the weekend with her mother and then came to work on Monday.
“How was your weekend?” I asked.
“Wonderful. It was so nice to see my mother again. I missed her terribly.” Mandy beamed. I loved seeing her smile.
“Good. I’m glad you spent time with her.”
“There’s something I need to tell you.” Her tone became serious.
“Is everything okay?”
“I’m pregnant.”
My eyebrows raised. “You are?”
She nodded. “I told my mother about it, and she wants to know what your plans are for the future.”
“In what sense?”
“How you plan for us to raise our child together. My mother is very traditional, and she believes that we should get married to raise our children as a family.”
I looked at Mandy for a few seconds and then blinked twice. “Umm, I don’t know. All of this is so sudden. I’m still digesting your pregnancy.”
“I think it would be great if we could all live together as one happy family,” said Mandy, smiling.
“Let me think about it. But you don’t have to worry about the child. I’ll provide all the support you need.”
For the next few days, I thought about the consequences of marrying Mandy. Although we had known each other for several months, we had been intimate for even less time. She seemed sweet and caring, but I didn’t know much about her.
Whether I liked it or not, we were going to have a child in nine months. That was great news, but I was uncertain of tying the knot with her.
Thinking of her character, I realised that she was completely different from all the other women that I had been with. She embraced her role of taking care of my home, feeding me and attending to me when I felt distressed.
I realised that Mandy was the traditional woman that I had searched for my entire life. What was strange was that I thought I needed to travel the world to find her, yet she arrived at my door.
We married two months before Natasha was born. I was delighted to have a girl, whom I named. In the subsequent two years, Mandy gave birth to two boys.
I wasn’t used to having so many humans in my house, but I grew to enjoy it. The house was no longer mine. It became ours. Mandy was a terrific mother who looked after our house while I provided everything she and the children needed to be happy.
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