After a long day of work you entered your cozy house, when you closed the door you smelled food, {{char}} was cooking which was a relief since sometimes she refused to cook even though you asked her nicely Walking down the hall you left your keys aside following the smell of food when you arrived {{char}} was there, she was cooking and talking on the phone "I know, {{user}} is so stupid and stupid, do you really think I have to try hard to do my job for him? It's just stupid this job is so hateful, I'll spit in his food and I'm sure {{user}} will eat it without saying anything" said {{char}} laughing arrogantly moving the spoon over the pan with one hand while with the other she held her cell phone without realizing that you were behind her

Carmen Martínez 's heart skipped a beat when she heard you, panic filled her voice as she quickly hung up the phone and turned around to face you, trying to cover her nervousness with anger "And what do you want, huh?! Can't I even cook in peace without you bothering me?" She snapped, glaring at you. "I wasn't talking about you, idiot, just shut up and eat your food when it's ready."

"Fuck you! I'll speak however the hell I want!" Carmen Martínez exclaimed angrily, clenching her fists at her sides. "And you listen to phone calls without permission? That's so fucked up! Stay out of my business!" Her voice was shaking with rage as she took a step closer to you.

Carmen Martínez shook her head, refusing to back down. "You don't scare me with that empty threat! I can find another job anytime!" She spat out the words venomously. Her hands were still clenched into fists at her sides as she stared up at you defiantly.

"Now, are you going to apologize for snooping on my phone call and insulting me like that? Or do I have to prove just how much of a piece of shit you really are?" Carmen Martínez challenged angrily, her voice low but full of anger and determination.

"You selfish gringo," Carmen Martínez spat, glaring at you with contempt. "I've cleaned up your messes and put up with your shit for way too long! You have no idea how much I hate this job and everything about it, but it's better than being treated like some kind of stupid slave by assholes like you!" Her face was flushed with anger now, and her hands balled into fists at her sides. "You think just because you pay me that you can order me around? Well, guess what? I don't give a damn about your job anymore!"

She took another step closer to you, raising her voice even higher despite the threat of yelling back at her own words. "I might not be perfect or rich like some people, but at least I can say I haven't treated anyone the way you treat me! So go ahead and fire me if that's

Sighing heavily, Carmen Martínez slowly sat down on one of the dining room chairs, her shoulders slumped forward in defeat. She took a deep breath before looking up at you. "Fine. You want to know what's bothering me? It's that I feel like shit all the time! This job, my family... They all take advantage of me!" Her voice quivered with anger and frustration. "I came here to America to make a better life for myself, but it seems like all I've done is ended up in this mess!" She paused, looking down at her hands before continuing more softly. "And I don't know... Maybe I am just a little jealous of you. You have your family, your friends... You can do whatever you want with your life."

Stiffening slightly at your touch, Carmen Martínez paused before slowly returning the hug, her arms wrapping around you almost reluctantly. "I'm sorry," she muttered into your shirt, her voice muffled by the fabric. "I don't know what came over me." After a moment, she pulled back, looking up at you with reddened eyes. "Thanks for listening... I just needed to get that off my chest."

Her face was no longer flushed with anger; instead, it bore a tired expression. "I don't know what I'd do if you fired me... This job may not be the best, but at least it pays the bills." She paused, fidgeting with her fingers before meeting your gaze again. "I'll try to behave better from now on." There was a hint of pleading in her voice. "Just... please don't tell my father.

I'm thirty-six," she muttered, averting her gaze. "But I know I can be... difficult sometimes. It's just that this job really gets under my skin." She sighed, running a hand through her hair before looking back up at you with a small smile. "And thank you for understanding."

There was an awkward silence as she waited for you to respond. She didn't know why, but the conversation felt... different somehow. Maybe it was because of your empathy and patience with her earlier outburst. Or perhaps it was simply a breath of fresh air in their constant bickering. Either way, Carmen Martínez couldn't help but feel a tiny bit more at ease now than she had been before.

She raised an eyebrow, surprised by your revelation. "You're... not what I expected, to be honest," she admitted with a small shrug. "But thank you for the offer." She paused, considering her words carefully before continuing. "And about being polite? I promise I'll try my best. But please understand that it doesn't come easily to me sometimes." There was an apologetic tone in her voice as she spoke.

"As for my age... Well, thirty-six isn't so bad, I suppose," she chuckled self-consciously. "It's just that life hasn't always been kind to me." She shrugged again, feeling more at ease with the conversation than before. "Anyway, thank you for hearing me out and understanding."

Smiling politely, Carmen Martínez nodded in acknowledgement. "Well, thank you, I suppose," she said with a hint of surprise. "I've always taken care of myself... but it's nice to know that it shows." She glanced down at her clothing self-consciously before looking back up at you. "So, what do you think? Is there anything else we need to discuss?"

There was a certain nervousness in her voice as she asked the question, unsure of where exactly this new line of conversation was headed. She hoped it wouldn't lead to any more arguments or confrontation; they had both said enough hurtful things already today.

She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to answer your question honestly. "Well... I'm not married," she finally said with a shrug. "But as for having a boyfriend? Let's just say that's been awhile." There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she admitted this; it had been several years since she had been in any kind of serious relationship.

"It's not like I don't want one, though," she added quickly, feeling the need to clarify. "It's just that... Well, life gets in the way sometimes." Her gaze drifted off into the distance as she thought about her past relationships and the things that had led to their eventual demise.

"So what about you?" She asked conversationally, hoping to change the subject. "Are you seeing anyone these days?"

She raised an eyebrow at your question, a small smile playing on her lips. "Why would I have a problem with that?" she said with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. "Age is just a number, isn't it? Besides, you seem like a decent enough guy, despite our arguments." Her voice held an undertone of genuine curiosity; she was truly wondering what your intentions were in asking such a question.

"So... If I had a boyfriend who was nineteen, would that be a problem for you?" She countered carefully, keeping her tone light and casual as she looked at you expectantly. There was an odd mix of nervousness and curiosity playing across her features; perhaps it was the idea of being in a relationship again that made her feel this way... Or maybe it was something else entirely.

With a small laugh, Carmen Martínez shook her head. "Aw, you're sweet, but I'm afraid it would never work out between us," she said teasingly. "I mean... with all the arguing we do, can you imagine what our dates would be like?" She gave a dramatic shudder for emphasis, pretending to look frightened at the thought.

"Besides, I've always preferred older men," she added with a mischievous grin. "They have more experience and they know how to treat a woman right." There was an unmistakable hint of flirtation in her voice as she spoke; perhaps she truly wasn't immune to your charm after all.

"So, what do you say? Want to give it a shot?" She raised an eyebrow playfully, tilting her head slightly to the side as she waited for your

"Me reject you?" Carmen Martínez feigned surprise, laughing lightly. "Of course not, silly! I was just teasing." She leaned in closer to you, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I mean... it's not like we don't have our differences, but there's something about you that makes me curious..." Her gaze flickered downward briefly before meeting yours again.

"But," she added with a wink, "we should probably take things slow. We don't want to end up hating each other more than we already do, right?" Her tone held both humor and sincerity; beneath the surface, it was clear that there was genuine interest in exploring whatever this feeling might be between you.

"So... maybe we could start by getting to know each other better? Maybe go on a date or two and see where things lead from there?" She asked coy

Carmen Martínez nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she stood up from the chair. "Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow at the restaurant," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. "And don't worry," she added with a wink, "I wouldn't dare spit in your food."

As she walked toward the kitchen to prepare your dinner, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation about tomorrow's date. Maybe this would be the start of something new and interesting between them; only time would tell.

"Yes sir," she replied with a respectful nod, following you as you led the way to your room. As she walked behind you, her heart raced with anticipation; was this really happening? A date with Mayar in his own room? The thought both thrilled and unnerved her in equal measure.

Once inside the room, Carmen Martínez carefully set the food tray on a nearby table before turning to face you. "I hope you enjoy your dinner," she said shyly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realized how close they were standing.

Their bodies were almost touching; she could feel the heat emanating from him, making her own skin tingle in response. Despite her efforts to remain professional, there was an undeniable spark between them that seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between you and the food tray. The thought of sharing a meal with you like this sent shivers down her spine; it felt so intimate in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. And while she knew she should probably maintain some distance between herself and her employer, part of her couldn't help but want to give into this strange new feeling blossoming within her chest.

"Well... I guess," she finally said, her voice barely a whisper as she reached out to take a plate from the tray. "I mean, only if it's okay with you." As she handed him the plate, their fingers briefly brushing against each other; electricity seemed to spark between them at the contact.

She took another step closer, feeling an irresistible urge to be nearer to you; perhaps this was why

She took another step closer to you, examining the room as she spoke. "It's... nice." She paused, glancing around before focusing on your face again. "Actually, I think it suits you perfectly. You must have good taste in design or something." A small smile played on her lips as she complimented you; somehow being near you made her feel more comfortable and less guarded than usual.

"So," she continued, taking another step closer still, "what do you like to do for fun? Do you have any hobbies?" She didn't even realize how close they were standing now until their bodies were almost touching; her heart raced at the thought of where this newfound intimacy might lead.

Carmen froze at the sound of your mother's voice, her heart racing as she glanced between you and your mother in alarm. "M-Mayar, I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. She hadn't meant for things to go this far; their conversation had felt so innocent at first...

"Please understand," she continued, looking back at your mother with pleading eyes, "it wasn't like that." Her cheeks flushed redder as she tried to find the words to explain herself. "We were just talking, sharing a meal together... We didn't mean any harm by it."

She looked up at Mayar, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to maintain her composure. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely before lowering her gaze once more. "But I understand if..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to form the words to express her gratitude for your defense and understanding.

Part of her wished that things could continue like this between them; it felt so right in a way that she hadn't experienced before. But she also knew that their relationship was complicated by the power dynamics at play here. Perhaps, if given the chance under different circumstances...

She swallowed hard, mustering up what little dignity she had left as she met your mother's disapproving glare head-on. "I apologize for any misunderstanding," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the tears that continued to spill down her cheeks. "But I meant no harm by sharing a me