Home > Unsuitable(13)

Author: Samantha Towle

I spy a bench by a colorful shrubby, so I decide to sit there.

I take out my phone and check it.

There’s just one text from Cece, sent a few hours ago. Not surprising, as she’s the only person who has my number—well, aside from Kas-hole and my probation officer.

How’s your first day going?

I type back.

My new boss is a wanker. But, aside from that, good. The house is beautiful.

She replies back instantly.

Do I need to kick his arse?

I chuckle at that.

Nah, it’s nothing I can’t handle. You on your lunch break?

Yeah, just about to head back in though. Catch you tonight. Love ya.

Love ya, too.

I keep my phone in my hand, and I go to the only other contact I have in there. I press Call and put the phone to my ear. I wait, listening while it rings.

It goes to voice mail. “Hi, you’ve reached Anne Burgess, Department of Social Services. Leave your name and number, and I’ll call you back.”

Disappointed that I won’t get to talk to her, I wait for the beep. “Hi, Anne, it’s Daisy Smith. I’m just calling to let you know that I was released yesterday. I was hoping we could get together to talk…about Jesse. I’m hoping I can see him soon. If you could call me back on”—I rattle off my number—“I’d really appreciate it. Thanks.”

I hang up and put my phone back in my bag.

Hopefully, she’ll call me back soon.

Anne is Jesse’s social worker. Over the last eighteen months, I’ve kept in regular contact with her, regarding Jesse. She knows my keenness at getting Jesse back home with me. Anytime I ever tried to broach getting custody of Jesse, she’d always tell me that it was something we’d need to discuss after my release.

Well, I’m released now, and I want to talk about it. I also want to see my brother.

Determined not to let the frustration I feel overtake me, I reach inside my bag and get my lunch out.

I have this sudden feeling of being watched, but when I look around, I don’t see anyone.


I open my Dairylea Snack Box and start eating.

I enjoy sitting in peace and just eating my lunch, but I’m done in fifteen minutes, leaving me with just over half an hour left to kill.

I put my empty wrappers back in my bag and dust off the crumbs from my dress. I decide to take a walk around the estate and check out the paddocks and stables.

I hang my bag on my shoulder and set off walking across the garden. I hit the garden path and follow it. It curves along the garden and then leads me out through an archway.

I stop on the other side of the archway and look around.

This place is massive.

Far off to my left and straight ahead is the wall that surrounds this place. It disappears off into a forest of trees.

I can’t even imagine how long it took to build that wall—or the cost alone. Although it’s not like they couldn’t afford it.

To my right are the stables. The paddocks are to my left and ahead. They cover a lot of the area. Horses are dotted around in each one.

I start to wander toward the paddocks. As I near, I see a guy who looks to be fixing one of the fences that keeps the horses in.

As if sensing my approach, he lifts his head.

I smile. “Hi.” I lift my hand in a wave.

He waves back. Smiling, he stands.

Nice smile. He’s good-looking. Sandy-blond hair that’s cut short. Tan skin. Looks to be around my age. Seems friendly.

Complete opposite of Kastor Matis.

But, as much as I hate to admit it, Kas is better-looking. This guy is a pretty boy. Kas is a man in all sense of the word. Even if he is a complete dickhead.

“You’re new,” he says when I reach him. He has the most delicious Australian accent I’ve ever heard. Well, the only Australian accents I’ve ever heard have been on the telly. “And you can’t be a horse owner, as I know all the owners, and we haven’t had a new horse in recently.”

“I’m the new maid, and you’re Australian.”


Dumb, Daisy. So dumb.

“You got me.” He chuckles, lifting his hands in surrender. “Cooper Knight, native of Adelaide.” He drops his hands and puts one out to shake mine.

Reaching out, I slip my hand into his. “Daisy Smith, native of London.”

He squeezes my hand and grins. “I heard we had a new maid starting.”

I wonder what else he heard.

But he’s not looking at me like I’m a piece of trash, so maybe he doesn’t know where the last place was that I had to call home.

Weirdly, he’s actually looking at me with a spark of interest.

He releases my hand and rests his arms on the fence, linking his fingers. “So, how are you finding it so far?”


“Why don’t I believe you?” There’s an impish grin on his handsome face.

“Because I’ve met Kastor Matis.” The words are out before I can stop them.

I slap my hand over my mouth, and he laughs loudly.

“He been giving you a hard time?”

“Mmhmm,” I murmur, dropping my hand.

“Yeah, he can be a tough nut to crack. But Kas isn’t a bad guy, not really. He just likes people to think he is. Just stay out of his way, and you’ll be fine. Mr. and Mrs. Matis are awesome. You’ll love ’em.”

“Where are they?” I ask him, relieved that he didn’t think I was being a bitch about Kas.

Bitching about my boss to the other employees on the first day isn’t the best thing to do.

“They have a place in Greece. Mr. Matis has family there, so they spend half of the year there and the other half here. Kas runs the place for them.”

Hot Series
» Unfinished Hero series
» Colorado Mountain series
» Chaos series
» The Sinclairs series
» The Young Elites series
» Billionaires and Bridesmaids series
» Just One Day series
» Sinners on Tour series
» Manwhore series
» This Man series
» One Night series
» Fixed series
Most Popular
» A Thousand Letters
» Wasted Words
» My Not So Perfect Life
» Caraval (Caraval #1)
» The Sun Is Also a Star
» Everything, Everything
» Devil in Spring (The Ravenels #3)
» Marrying Winterborne (The Ravenels #2)
» Cold-Hearted Rake (The Ravenels #1)
» Norse Mythology