Chapter 4: Bathing him

Cheryl POV

"Show me my room, I'm stressed and the last place I want to be is in your presence. It's been a long journey."

The shock of my refusal to do as she pleases gradually turned to laughter, echoing through the opulent halls of the mansion. "Oh my," she exclaimed between giggles, her amusement bubbling over, "finally, this house is going to be fun." With a playful pat on my hair, she added, "I'll have so much fun destroying you." Her tone carried a mischievous edge, hinting at the challenges to come.

I smirked. "Who knows, I might just be the one to do that."

"Cecilia!" She called.

A lady answered.

"Tend to Asher's new babysitter," she ordered, glancing at Asher, and walked inside.

New babysitter! I felt my blood boil.

The rest of the family members, entered into the grand foyer of the house. As they mingled and exchanged pleasantries, I noticed a young lady lingering behind. Observing her, I couldn't help but speculate that she was likely around the same age as me.

"Well, well, Mrs. Asher," she smiled at me. "That was quite a strong first impression."

Mrs. Asher? I felt like vomiting at the thought of that. More like Mrs. Stupid.

"They didn't give me much choice."

Cecilia began her way into the house; we followed.

"I'm Stephanie, by the way."

"Call me Cheryl."

"Nice name. I'll see you around then," she left.

We arrived at our room.

"If you need anything, there's a telephone on the table. Place an order and someone would attend to you," Cecilia said and walked away.

I looked at the room.

It is like a mini-apartment; it has a sitting room and two master bedrooms.

It has everything that should be in a house.

I observed everything.

One of the bedrooms was decorated in a male setting and the other in a female setting.

I scoffed. So they intend for us to sleep separately.

I rolled my eyes and headed straight to my room, banging the door immediately.

I took my bath, wore a more comfortable clothing.

It's been a long time since I checked the group chat.

I went online and read through the chats.

"Girls, did you see what happened at Cheryl's wedding? *Laugh* How embarrassing," Eve said.

"It's obvious she forced the guy to marry her," Helen stated.

"What if the wedding was grand? *Scoff* She's a total shame to us," Rosaline said.

"I feel pity for her. Imagine the husband bluntly refused to kiss her on her wedding day," Cherry said, who always adored me the most.

"Pity? *Scoffs* We all know that among us, you're the one who mocks her the most, and at her front, you act all submissive," Rosaline said.

"I think it's time to remove Cheryl as the leader of the Sexy Ladies," Eve said.

"I think so too. I mean, I'm fed up with flattering her, making her think we adore her. She's nothing but a piece of shit who thinks she's above us," Rosaline said.

"You all know she will see all these chats, and you can't block her because she's the founder of this group chat?" Cherry said.

"It's good if she sees it; it will save us the trouble of telling her ourselves," Eve said.

"Cherry is just scared of going against her," Helen said.

"Let's make it fair then. If you don't want her out, just reply 'No,'" Rosaline typed.

No one replied.

I read through their chat and saw how they agreed to remove me.

How dare they?

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

A noise of something crashing brought me out of my thoughts.

I ignored.

I typed, "Hey girls, I'm back. Seen all your messages. Didn't know you could be bitches. Anyway, if you really want me out, meet me at our usual spot tomorrow. Good night, bitches..."

I'm going to show them who's boss. They think because of what happened on my wedding day, I have become weak and unable to be a Sexy Ladies leader.

I scoffed.

I heard the sound of glass shattering.

I groaned and dropped the phone to check where it was coming from.

I stepped out; I heard the noise coming from Asher's bedroom.

I frowned and knocked. "Hey, are you okay?"

I heard sniffing.

I opened the door.

The entire room was a mess; things were on the ground, the television was shattered, the bed was scattered, and Asher was standing close to the bed crying.

"What happened here?" I asked him.

"I want my nanny," he said.

All this disturbance for a nanny??

I scoffed. "You're a grown man; you don't need any nanny."

"I want my nanny!" he yelled, crying.

I breathed in, calming myself.

I really hate how he behaves like a child.

I'm already having problems with my girls because of him!

"Shut up! You're a grown man, for goodness' sake! What do you need a nanny for?!" I screamed.

"She always bathes me, but now she isn't here, and I want to bathe. Get her for me," he pleaded, crying.

"Don't you hear me? I said you're a grown man; you can bathe yourself!" I told him.

"No, I can't, I can't, I can't!" he screamed, throwing the electric lamp close to his bed. He kept throwing things and shouting, "I can't!"

I just stood there, hearing his rants and cries.

I held my ears, tired of hearing his cries. I didn't know when I said it, "I'll do it, damn it, I'll bathe you."

He stopped crying. "You will?"

I blinked.

What the hell did I say?!

I bit my lips.

Why did I say that?

I sigh. "Yes, I'll bathe you."

He wiped his tears. "Thanks."

He stood up. "Help me undress."

I stiffened. "W... what?"

"Undress me," he said again.

Does he know he's a man?

How can he ask me to undress...

What am I even saying? If I'm going to bathe him, I was supposed to undress him too.

I moved closer to him. I unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his trousers, and removed them.

I looked at him. He was completely naked and... handsome, manly. He looked really mature. It's a pity he's stupid.

I subconsciously ran my hand through his abs.

I wonder how a stupid man like him could keep his body so fit that girls would drool.

My hands went down, and I gasped.

Fuck.

His member is huge. I imagined how it would feel inside me.

"Stop doing that. It's making me uncomfortable," he said, jolting me from my thoughts.

I blushed hard, realizing that my hand was on his member.

I removed it immediately. "I'm sorry."

He just stared.

"Let's get you bathed."

We went to the bathroom. I began to bathe him. I tried to think of anything else other than the naked man in front of me.

I closed my eyes while bathing him.

I'm sure I won't be able to bathe him well.

Whatever, he'll manage.

I heard him groan.

My eyes flew open. "Are you alright...?"

I didn't finish my statement before my eyes landed on his hard member.

No freaking way.

He is like a child, stupid, dumb. I would never have thought he could also have an erection.

I blinked rapidly. What do I do?

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

What do I tell him?

"It doesn't always behave like this. What I'm feeling is also strange to me," he defended.

What should I do?

Should I tell him?

He is a grown man; he should know.

I opened my mouth to give him the understanding of it but stopped.

I shouldn't concern myself with him. Bathing him today was to keep his mouth shut. I won't take care of him or teach him anything.

I won't let them win by making me take care of him.

"If you are so curious, search the internet," I said, ending the conversation about that.

"Does that mean you're familiar with it?" he asked.

I frowned. "If you don't stop talking, I'll leave you to bathe yourself."

He kept his mouth shut immediately.

I was able to bathe him, put him in his pajamas, and lay him on the bed.

"Please don't go, I'm afraid of sleeping alone," he begged.

"Start getting used to it," I said coldly.

He held my hand. "I know you don't like me, but please just for this night," he begged.

I frowned. "Alright. I'll leave immediately once you're asleep."

He nodded.

I lay beside him. He placed his head on my chest. I patted his hair. I inhaled his scent.

He smells nice.

I pushed off that thought.

"Just because I helped you today doesn't mean I'll always help you. Today is the first and last. Don't expect anything nice from me, do you understand?" I said as sternly as I could.

"..."

"I said, do you understand?"

"..."

I scoffed and looked at him.

He was asleep. He is more handsome when he sleeps.

I smiled. If only he acted more maturely like a man would, then I would have fallen for him already. Too bad he's stupid.

I tried getting up from the bed, but he held me tight.

I looked at him. He was still asleep.

I sighed. I'll wait until he is deeply asleep and let go of me.

As I waited, my eyelids grew heavier, and soon I gradually let sleep overwhelm me.