Uncertainties
**Sarah**
I woke up late after a restless night and realized I wasn't in my apartment with my sister. I needed to clarify what Kael expected from me because he agreed to transfer two million to Rachel under the condition that I would be in his bed. If he desired me only for that purpose, as my sister had mentioned several times, I saw no reason to be there. I also didn't understand why he sent me to the room alone the previous night.
As I lay in the comfortable bed, reflecting on everything, I observed the room's decoration and details, which were pleasant. I thought that if I didn't need to get sexually involved with Kael because of this condition, staying in such a place wouldn't be so bad. Compared to the rented room with Rachel, which was worn out, that place seemed much better.
Despite the difficult situation, nothing justifies my sister selling herself and involving me along with her, agreeing to Kael Graham's absurd condition. But it's not the time for lamentations; I'm tired of it.
I decided to make the most of the situation and hoped that the month would pass quickly. Reluctantly, I had to admit that Kael wasn't a repugnant man. He awakened unknown and pleasurable sensations in me during our encounter on the yacht, even though it was my first time.
Rachel would pay off the debt with the loan shark, and with the remaining money, we could move to a new apartment and seek a dignified and honorable life. With these plans in mind, I pushed away sad and fearful thoughts, got out of bed, and started another day... or perhaps one less day. Each day with Kael meant one less day left, and now there were twenty-nine days left to end this arrangement. Feeling more optimistic, I wished that Kael wouldn't be there anymore.
My prayers were answered when I found the kitchen, where a woman who seemed very friendly was present, as indicated by her enormous smile when she saw me enter.
"Buenos días, señorita," the woman greeted me warmly.
I immediately felt happy to be so well received by a stranger after more than a month of living in tense and uncertain moments.
"Buenos dias," I replied, also in Spanish.
Before I could ask if she spoke English, the lady was already standing by my side, asking what I would like her to prepare for my breakfast, fluently speaking the language and making my question unnecessary.
"You don't need to worry... Sorry, I didn't ask for your name," I said with a sincere smile. "What's your name?"
"I'm Dolores, and I've been taking care of this place for Mr. Graham for a few years," she kindly explained. "I didn't know he had a visitor, so I didn't prepare anything in advance."
"As I was saying, you don't need to worry about me," I said gently. "I can manage on my own; you just need to tell me where things are. I don't want to disturb your work."
"You won't be disturbing, señorita," she gestured with her hand as if to dismiss what I had said. "You just need to tell me what you want to eat, and I'll take care of it."
I looked at the woman in front of me, and noticing her determination to prepare my breakfast, I thought it would be best to say something easy to avoid any kind of annoyance. I sat at the kitchen table while she went to the fridge to get the ingredients.
Although I felt quite curious about Kael and wanted to ask the lady some questions, as I imagined she might know a bit about the arrogant man, I thought it best not to pry into anything about his life. She might tell him that I bombarded her with questions, and that certainly wouldn't bring anything good for me.
"How do you like your eggs, señorita?" she asked as she walked back and forth in the spacious kitchen.
"Medium is fine for me, Dolores," I said, trying to give her as little trouble as possible. "By the way, my name is Sarah."
"I'm very happy that Mr. Graham has finally found someone he truly likes," she said, looking immensely pleased. "He's a very good man, and you also seem to be a young woman with a good heart."
Although I was thrilled that she saw me as someone with a good heart, I quickly clarified that my situation with Kael was not at all what she was thinking.
"I'm not Kael's girlfriend or anything like that, Dolores."
Despite feeling embarrassed saying that, I thought it best for the kind lady to know the truth, or at least part of it, as I couldn't disclose what was really going on. I was sure she'd be shocked, and just imagining myself saying out loud what was happening between Kael and me made me blush.
"No?" she asked, looking quite confused. "Then are you some distant relative?"
I tried not to smile at her question, and that was truly difficult.
"No, Dolores," I denied.
"How strange!" she said, now making me curious.
"Why is it so strange for a woman to be in Kael Graham's apartment, Dolores?" I couldn't resist any longer and asked the question.
"Mr. Graham has never brought any strangers to his penthouse, Sarah," she explained. "The only people who come here are Mrs. Graham and Ryan."
Dolores' explanation only increased my questioning, and now I had even more doubts about Kael Graham, which was a bad thing because I shouldn't want to know anything about that horrible, heartless man.
But I was curious!
"Your breakfast is ready, señorita Sarah," she said, placing a plate in front of me.
I hesitated whether I should ask more about Kael or if I should simply eat because it was only then that I realized how hungry I was.
"Thank you, Dolores," I thanked her very genuinely. "You're very kind."
I decided not to ask Dolores any more questions and ate everything she had prepared. I realized it was better to know as little as possible about Kael because when everything was over, I would do everything to forget him. I tried to keep myself busy for the rest of the day, taking the opportunity to read, something I hadn't been able to do for some time. The reading flowed perfectly when I returned to my room.
When Dolores informed me that dinner was ready, I was confused about what she expected me to do. It was too early for dinner, and I didn't know if Kael was coming to the apartment that night or if he intended to share this meal with me, something that resembled a normal relationship, which wasn't our case.
"Mr. Graham said he would come for dinner, Sarah," she explained, probably noticing my confusion. "Usually, he heats his food now that Mrs. Graham no longer comes here."
Once again, Mrs. Graham. Was she Kael's ex-wife? Or maybe... wife? Nothing would prevent him from being a married man, and I would have an even more despicable role in his life. A mistress with an expiration date.
The information that Kael intended to come to the apartment that night also made me anxious and curious. I stood in front of the closet, assessing my clothing options to wait for him. I didn't want to please him in any way, but I also didn't want to receive him wearing an old flannel pajama that I was wearing at that moment. I opted for black tailored shorts, a moss green tank top, and medium-heeled shoes, a casual but neat choice.
I considered applying light makeup but ended up giving up and removing the pink lipstick I had applied. I didn't want to give the impression that I dressed up specially to wait for him, even though that's exactly what I was doing. After putting a few drops of my favorite perfume, I went to the living room to wait for his arrival.
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