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will be eating in the kitchen. I wondered why he never introduced us. He looks at me as if I’m the hired help. And somehow I had forgotten that between him eating me, and fucking me, I had lost sight of why I was here.
    Needless to say I was angry. Maybe I had no right to be. It was me putting myself and my heart out there without checking if the one I’m giving it to wants it.
    I set the table and tell Chance that the coffee and breakfast is ready. I walk around and pour the coffee. I hear Jordan look up at me and lean in whispering, “Where did you find her?”
    Chance replies, “My brother Jackson hired her. She’s just here to cook and clean.”
    I listened from the kitchen at their conversation.
    “If I know you Chance she will be doing more than just cooking and cleaning. If she’s just the maid to you then I want the chance to ask her out on a date.” I didn’t hear a word from Chance.
    “She’s beautiful. I don’t see too many black women up here. I’m not married maybe she would let me take her out on a date?” Jordan says.
    “Where would you take her on a date?” Chance’s voice is blunt, rude, and exact. “Didn’t you come here to talk business? Then let’s talk business.”
    I waited one hour until Jordan had gone and then I walked into Chance’s office. I stood there looking at him. “You let me decide if I want to date a man. I’m outta here. You can get someone else to cook, clean, and fuck you. But this black woman doesn’t come that cheap.”
    “Now here it comes where you tell me I have to pay. You enjoyed it as much as I did.” I became infuriated at his words. I raised my eyebrow and put my hands on my hips.
    “You have me wrong. I don’t want a fucking thing from you Chance Gold. This has been a nightmare since I came to this no man’s land. I’m going back to Seattle with the last bit of my dignity intact.”
    “You can’t go, Olivia.” His eyes are apologetic but he doesn’t say why he wants me to stay.
    I turn to him. “Is it because you want me to stay?” He looks at me and doesn’t answer for a few minutes and then he points outside.
    “The snow is too deep for you to go anywhere.”
    “I can’t stand another minute with you. I want this to be over. And don’t expect me to wait on you and cook for you and you can clean your own fucking house.” I stormed out of the room and left him standing there.
    I didn’t come out for two days and still the snow kept piling up. I had brought some dried fruit and tuna and crackers in my luggage and I ate on that. I don’t know what Chance did for dinner and breakfast, and I didn’t care.
    A knock came to the bedroom door. “Olivia, tomorrow the weather is going to be warm and you can leave then. I tried calling Jackson but it seems that he and your friend checked out and is back in Seattle. Won’t you consider staying longer?”
    “To be your cook or a woman that you call on when you need a fuck?”
    He opens the door to my room and I’m laying across the bed reading and I try to ignore him.
    “You aren’t being fair.” His face turned ash and then red. I didn’t answer and I sat up on the bed and looked around. I wanted him to say stay as his partner and lover but he wouldn’t even acknowledge that I meant anything to him but someone to warm his sheets at night. I turn my back to him.
    I open my phone and look at the calendar. It’s the first of the month and this is the first time I’ve missed my period. Holy shit. Not now and not him. Maybe it will come tomorrow I console myself.
    “Why are you still so angry with me?” he has nerves to ask.
    “Because you are misogynistic, self-absorbing, and a rude controlling man. And I could be pregnant.” He peers at me, his eyes are casual, his body is casual, but he moves around and pace, then turns to me.
    “I can’t marry you.”
    “I don’t want you to fucking marry me. I wish this had never happened,” I say with tears pooling in my eyes. My voice shaky