My job was to clean the second floor, where there was a study that was not only locked but also specifically off-limits to everyone.
That was Tyler's workspace, and I had a feeling something important was inside. Otherwise, why would they keep it locked all the time?
"Are you new here?"
A teenager, with a backpack and wearing a school uniform, appeared. His hair was dyed neon green, and he had piercings in his ears, lips, and nose, creating a strong sense of discord.
He was the eldest son of the family, Ryan Smith.
"Yes, Mr. Smith. I'm in charge of cleaning the second floor."
Ryan scanned me up and down, but instead of appreciation, there was malice in his gaze.
"Is that so? Then make sure you take out the trash from my bathroom on the third floor. Only you are allowed to do it, understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
I forced a smile as I made my way up to the third floor. When I saw the used condoms in the trash can, I rolled my eyes and cursed in my mind.
Starting to jerk off at such a young age would wear his body out sooner.
As I completed the employment paperwork, Erica gave me a list of things to keep in mind, and it clearly stated that Ryan was allergic to peaches.
I secretly sneaked into the kitchen, scraped some peach fuzz, and scattered it in his bathroom and on his bed.
Less than half an hour after Ryan came home that evening, an ambulance arrived and parked in front of the villa.
I was forced to get in and accompany him to take care of him, while Monica then took Leon to the hospital.
I suppressed my disgust as I fed the rash-covered Ryan some water, but his gaze was even more revolting than it had been that morning.
Later, Monica told me to take good care of Ryan and took Leon home.
I went to the restroom and rubbed the peach fuzz I had brought with me all over my arms.
"Mr. Smith, you should rest now. Call me if you need anything."
"I need something right now. Come here."
I really didn't want to, but I had no choice. With a forced smile on my face, I walked over to him.
"Anything I can help you with?"
In the next second, Ryan grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me onto the bed.
Too bad for him—I'd been doing physical labor since I was a kid, and a bedridden patient like him couldn't budge me.
"Come here!"
Ryan was clearly embarrassed. I took a few steps back, maintaining my perfect smile.
As expected, a few minutes later, the doctor came to examine him again.