It had only been a few years since your husband’s passing. Through his testament, you had received most of his possessions. The old villa, his money and big parts off his company. 

After his death, his family had hired a housekeeper to help you with everything. Arthur was a kind and patient man. He helped not only by keeping your house clean but also with your grief.

The moon shone among the many stars scattered across the sky. Fog covered most of the big garden. It was quite the sight. You were alone in the big house. Your nightgown hung loosely on your body.

Just as you turned around, a big, dark silhouette stood in the door. With a scream, you ran out into the garden. Barefoot with only your nightgown on, it was chilly. Before you really came far, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you gently. He slipped out of his shoes and gently let you down. Your feet slipped in his shoes.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, my lady, but you shouldn’t run around barefoot.”

Only then did you realize that it was Arthur. His voice tickled in your neck.