From Maid To Mistress

Kelvin

As I waited for George to arrive for a round of golf on my brand-new course, I tapped my foot violently on the ground. He was frequently late, especially given that he was aware of how limited my time was. Normally, I wouldn't be able to take a whole afternoon off in the middle of a brand-new, upscale Gold Resort launching, but I had to check out this golf course immediately. In fact, I was eager to do it.

if he ever showed up!

I'd known George for the majority of my life, and we'd been through a lot together. Even though he drove me nuts, I probably kept him around for that reason.

The son of one of the contractors raced up to him and leaped into his arms as if he were the best guy in the entire damn world as I stood in the lobby of my brand-new hotel, which was set to open the next weekend. Although I would never acknowledge it, a part of me craved for that. I kept my yearning for a family life a secret from everyone, but it blazed hot within me.

I had achieved success in every aspect of my life by the age of 38. I was renowned businessman kelvin Anderson. I was successful, respected, had money, and ladies were fawning over me.

However, I hadn't yet met a woman I wanted to start a family with. I was starting to believe that I would never meet the person who would end up being my soul mate. I frequently had sex proposals, and I even had requests for relationships from ladies who didn't know me. Everything was done just for financial gain.

As hollow a life as it was, perhaps I was destined to remain a playboy bachelor forever more.

I let out a huge sigh as I visualised holding a small child in my arms. I've known I'd be better ever since my father abandoned my mother and me when I was just eleven years old. I truly wanted to take care of my wife and child, therefore I looked forward to starting my own family. I wouldn't prioritise drinking, I wouldn't cheat, and I wouldn't abandon my young child in favor of a life I deemed more fascinating.

I was aware that I was capable of outperforming him, but it had never happened to me.

"Hey, dude!" Finally, George’s voice calling to me from behind me jolted me out of my gloomy thoughts. The question "Are you ready?"

I turned and gave him the side-eye. "Ready? It's been twenty minutes since I arrived here. I quickly scanned every inch of his body. He was dressed in a turtleneck and linen shorts. He had an unusual appearance, but I could see he was trying. He tried to appear the part, but in classic George fashion, he wasn't quite successful. "You look great, guy. Let's venture outside.

He said nonchalantly as we stepped outdoors into the warmth of the spring light, "This is what I enjoy about your business. "Trying all this awesome stuff out before anyone else gets a chance."

I said with a chuckle, already forgetting my foul mood, "It has to have some benefits." I put forth a ton of effort to make this happen.

And that's why you're so fucking wealthy, yeah. Sincerity: For someone with millions of dollars in the bank, you moan way too much.

I had a thought, but I refrained from saying it out loud. When it came to finances, George and I didn't agree. We had both worked incredibly hard to become extremely affluent, but I didn't believe that made me a better person than anyone else. I had started my own enterprises and become successful, but I was still just a person. George had worked hard to become one of the most successful attorneys in New York City, but I didn't believe it gave him the right to belittle those who were less fortunate. He assumed they weren't trying because they were lazy.

Not that I could debate him again about that. We could never come to terms with that, so it was simply worthless.

"George , whatever, let's just play some golf. I need to finish a ton of paperwork this afternoon.

"Yeah, whatever, yeah..."

We whacked balls throughout the course, and I could feel my body unwinding. My shoulders dropped out of strain, my chest felt lighter, and I could definitely feel a smile starting to emerge on my face. George helped me occasionally get out of my workaholic mode, which is why I needed him. The only issue was that he insisted on telling me specifics about his most recent date. I wanted him would simply stop giving me all the graphic details because I didn't need them.

"Man, her butt was absolutely gorgeous. You should have seen her, to be honest.

How do you manage to seduce so many different women? I shook my head and laughed. Do they not recognize you for the moron you are?

I don't activate the charm for you, of course! You would witness if I did.

"Please don't ever do that. I don't want to see you in top form.

George chuckled and fired his subsequent shot before abruptly shifting the topic. This is the resort number, then what?

I buffed, "Eighteen," with pride. "Across the US. I'll soon have one in every state, I promise.

You started from nothing, so that's quite amazing.

We simply lacked any supplies, so it wasn't anything. We weren't technically living on the streets or anything, but my mother suffered. Even in the hardest of circumstances, we always had food on the table at the very least. But there was no point in telling George that my father blew off a lot of our family's money. It was nothing if it wasn't millions.

"You've done pretty well for yourself, man."

"I'm grateful. It is satisfying. I can unwind once more briefly once this one is open.

He laughed, "As if you ever relax." "You're always planning or working on the next one."

"Yes, yes. But perhaps I'll need to take a short break. Mom wants me around more these days because she doesn't feel well. I thought about how much she was straining and pursed my lips into a narrow line. "She can't move around much and her hip is acting up a lot."

Oh my God, I know she despises that. Being so familiar with my mother,George understood. Elena values being independent. What do you suppose it to be?

She hasn't fully recovered from the procedure on her leg, according to the doctor. Now that her bones are weakened, she may still have fibromyalgia.

Oh no, that sounds bad. What is that?

They believe her original leg break to be the cause of her long-lasting agony. She only requires assistance, but as you noted, she is autonomous. She dislikes to take any kind of help.

I shook my head and let out a loud sigh. My mother was the best lady I had ever known, yet despite my love for her, she was often irritated by her inability to care for herself. She was cleaning the house, painting, and even working on do-it-yourself projects while having a broken bone. She refused to listen when I and her doctor both warned her against it. obstinate to the furthest extreme.

I added, "Anyway," attempting to lighten the atmosphere before I became overly stressed once more. "I should be unwinding out here," I said. I want to stop thinking about everything that makes me anxious. Isn't this simply you attempting to distract me from my game?

"There is no necessity!" George was so excited that he almost yelled. You're awful. I'm giving you the boot.

I should have anticipated that he would keep score. He was too spirited for it, despite our assurances that we wouldn't. He became a fantastic lawyer as a result, but was terrible to play sports with.

Is it your phone, by chance? George gave me a nod. "I hear a strange noise. It has been going off for some time.

"Hmm, is that it?" I pulled it out of my pocket only to discover that I had neglected to switch it back from the day's earlier setting to the much quieter meeting mode. What a terrible mess that was going to be. I Emails and voicemails were probably pouring out of my ass. I put the telephone to my ear. Hello, this is Kelvin Anderson . How may I help you?

"Hello, Mr. Anderson , this is the Bellevue Hospital calling you." My heart sank into my shoes since I had previously received this call, and it had never gone well. "I have Elena Anderson , your mother, here."

"What's going on?" I didn't give her a chance to get there on her own, so I rushed in right away. My tense back sought to brace me for the worst as my racing heart pounded frantically in my chest.

Every time a doctor or the hospital phoned, I would act in this way; it was almost as if I was trying to imagine what it would be like to be entirely alone. I would be all alone after my mother passed away, but, with God's help, that wouldn't ever happen. My father and I had not spoken in several years. Is she all right?

"She fell, I see. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but the doctor thinks she shattered her leg.

"Again?" As panic rushed through my body at a million miles per hour, I tugged at the ends of my hair. Is it harmful? Does she seem okay?

"I believe coming here is the greatest option. I don't have access to all the information. I was merely instructed to contact the emergency number.

That was bad. I had to go right away. Mom needed me, so I had to get there soon.

"Thank you; I'm headed your way. Goodbye."

I hung up the phone and looked helplessly at George. He questioned, "Is it your mom?" with great worry. "Everything all right? Can I do anything to help?

She is in the medical center. I hope you don't mind that I have to leave.

Obviously not. He gave my arm a comforting stroke. "You carry out your obligations. Just know that if you need me, I'm available on the other end of the line. Is there anything I can do for you here?

Everything, indeed! Although I wanted to yell, I refrained. Many things needed to be done, but George was unable to complete them. Only I knew how to complete everything to the required standard. I had control issues all the way to the finish, which may have contributed to my long workweek.

It didn't really matter. I wasn't going to analyze myself right now. I had to go right away. I needed to be at Mom's hospital appointment since she was there once again. Although it had only been a short while, I felt like I was delaying.

"No, it's alright. Regards, dude. When I know myself, I'll let you know how Mom is doing.

I hurried off the golf course, digging around in my pockets for my car keys. Even though I had lived a successful life and made a respectable salary, I was still unable to support my mother as much as I would have liked. She has always supported me; without her, I would not have become the guy I am today. I tried everything I could to ease her suffering, but I was powerless to do so.

It drove me mad since that was the one aspect of my life that I had no control over.