Emma
Martha informed Emma that Mr. and Mrs. King were returning from a business trip and that she would introduce her to them. She was tensed with expectation. Martha also advised her to keep her manners as best she could.Emma hurriedly rushed to wash her hands and clean herself, knowing that if the kings saw her with filthy hands and beads of sweat glittering on her forehead, she would be expelled."Emma! Where are you?" Martha yelled for her. Emma dashed towards her. "There you are. Come on, you've got to be quick. Mr. and Mrs. King are here, and if we do not properly greet them, they will be enraged," she spoke at a rapid speed. Emma followed her into the living room with a tip of her head. And when she arrived, she noticed a lady seated on the sofa, a man in his late 50s sitting beside her, discussing something with her, and Emma standing behind Martha, feeling extremely anxious."Hello sir and madam, I'm happy you made it here safely," Martha said politely to them. "Hello Martha, how has the house been? We didn't have time to call you since the moment we left," said the lady. Emma saw Mrs. King smiling at Martha from the corner of her eye while Mr. King was on his phone.She was relieved that his gaze was not on her yet, and she took advantage of the opportunity to assess the lady's look. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the smoothness of her complexion and the elegancy of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated, the most stunning hazel-colored eyes she'd ever seen."Who's this behind you, Martha?" She questioned, pulling Emma out of her concentration, and she froze in place. She was becoming increasingly tense. She felt out of place and worse standing in front of them."Oh, ma'am, this is Emma. she is the new maid here. I had told you about her employment," Martha said. She moved aside so that Mrs. King could see her. Her face had turned red as she took a step forward, looking down."H-hello ma'am, hello s-sir," she said stutteringly. She cursed under her breath for stuttering just as Martha shot her a look of disapproval."Hello dear, how are you doing?" Mrs. King asked her with a heart-warming smile which she gladly returned. "I-I'm good," she replied quietly."Well, I don't like people who pathetically stutters in their every sentence," Mr. King spat."I'm sorry, sir," she apologized profusely. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. Not even when she used to wander about hostel halls in nothing but her undergarments on the harshest winter evenings because the seniors encouraged her to do so to demonstrate her deference to them.He just gave her a cold stare and nodded his head while Mrs. King gave her a sad smile."You both should get back to work and Martha please cancel all the calls and meetings. We're very tired and want to rest for a few hours and at exactly 8 pm I want our dinner ready," she said smiling, and walked away with her husband. Emma sighed deeply. She felt as if she could not do anything without messing things up."It's okay honey. You don't have to be sad. Master has been like this. Don't be sad, just make sure you behave properly in front of him next time," Martha said patting her on the shoulder."How is Mrs. King?" Emma asked following her towards the kitchen."She is a very nice woman with a very welcoming nature. She is always nice to all of us in every situation. She has never been arrogant and treats us very well," she replied. I see, Mrs. King sounds like a nice woman.Emma thought to herself."So, all of their children are like their father?" She asked again.Martha paused what she was doing and turned around, "Master Alexander is the exact copy of his father, they both are the same. Ignorant and arrogant. And as well as Sofia and Lucas. They both are arrogant and rich brats who care for none other than themselves," she replied.Lucas must be the one who was at the dining table when I dropped the glass full of water on Miss Sofia on my very first day."Except for one," she said all of a sudden snapping Emma out of her deep thoughts."Who?" She questioned."Liam. He is just like Mrs. King, more like a shadow of her. He's kind-hearted just like his mother and the second heir of the king's family and after that Luca and Sofia were born. I remember when I first entered this house. I was just 25 years old. Ma'am helped me with so many things and Liam treated me like his second mother. He is a true example of a gentleman," Emma stayed silent listening to her blabbering. Is he that good? She thought to herself.Martha chuckled at Emma's awkwardness. "I'm sorry, dear, but I cannot stop myself from talking good about him, and guess what! He's coming to visit here soon!" with a toothy grin, she said.Emma giggled at her juvenile behavior, but she quickly stopped when she realized someone was observing her. As she tilted her head and spotted Alexander standing at the kitchen door gazing at her, that strong unfamiliar emotion rushed over her body. Her eyes were just as startled as his scary ones. His eyes were no longer frigid as they had been; instead, they were soft. Her pulse rate increased as she continued to stare into his mesmerizing eyes, which carried some emotion that she couldn't comprehend.As he caught her gazing back, his eyes left the warmth and embraced the coldness. He exited the kitchen and walked upstairs with one last glance. What was that? Was he bipolar or what?She shrugged her shoulders and began working alongside the other females. Alexander's birthday was the next day, so they all had to work hard and wouldn't get much sleep.Alexander:He couldn't take his eyes away from her. Her gorgeous face lit up as she grinned. A little smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes softened as he took in the scene. For his serenity, the only thing he could gaze at was her eyes. But why is this so? What was it about her that made her so unique?When she noticed him gazing at her, his eyes softened and she abruptly stopped laughing. What made her stop? He growled in his head.Despite seeing her surprise, he kept his gaze fixed on her. Something bubbled inside him as a result of her look. He couldn't tell if it was the sense of rage or his melting heart. He detested the notion of the latter.It had to have been the rage. When did I become so vulnerable? He questioned himself. He wasn't a man of vulnerability and he wasn't going to let some little girl change that.When he realized he had been looking at her for quite some time, his stare returned to its previous coldness. Her expression was perplexed as he proceeded to walk upstairs to his room, fully disregarding everyone in his way.When he arrived in his room, he opened the door and entered, placing his coat on the sofa. He closed his eyes and laid down on his bed. He was exhausted that day and wanted to do nothing but sleep.A loud knock woke him up from his sleep, making him groan in annoyance. "Come in," he growled."Well, that's not very polite of you, my son," he heard his mother say and enter his room. He greeted her."I never knew you were coming today.""It happened all of a sudden we didn't have time to inform you, dear," she said and sat beside him."How have you been Alex?" She asked him."I have been fine just very tired because of my work," he replied."Your dad also came with me and I would like you to see him," she said. He didn't have a good relationship with his father so he just nodded his head to stop her from talking about it any further. He was never in a close relationship with anyone in his house anymore since his 20′s. But his mother somehow always tried to get close to him and sometimes he would let her."I see you have handled the house nicely and the new maid is pretty quiet and nice," he looked at her in confusion. Who is she talking about? "That young one?" He asked."Yes, and I guess her name is..." she narrowed her eyes to remember. "Oh yes, Emma, she is very nice and young. Martha introduced her to me and your father, but, as always your father had to be rude to everyone," she said and rolled her eyes. Alexander clenched his fists. He was rude to her?"What did he say?" He asked trying to control his anger."He just told her that he doesn't like any clumsy worker who stutters a lot. But don't worry dear I will make sure he is not like that again," she assured him. He had no idea why she was assuring him of it; he had no interest in his father or his actions. He did not care about half of the office staff and the maids at his house.Alexander had never paid attention to it, but something had angered him when his mother informed him about his father's inferior conduct towards Alexander.EmmaEveryone was getting ready for the party, but the maids had to get ready before others so they could serve the guests properly. Emma and Venessa were both in her room. While Emma sat on the bed with her hair in a regular bun, Vanessa was combing her hair and applying various cosmetics on her face."Are you ready to go, Emm?" She asked her using that nickname for the first time."Yes, I am," Emma replied nodding her head."No way in hell are you going downstairs like this," she said placing her hands on her hips."Wh-why? Do I-I look bad?" Emma whispered suddenly feeling insecure about her appearance."No honey, of course not, you are beautiful but you really need to do some makeup. I mean come on it's a party," she chirped. Emma looked down and replied. "I don't have any makeup kit," Vanessa stared at her in disbelief."So what? You can use mine. Come on I'll do it for you," she grinned and made Emma sit in the chair, facing the mirror.Venessa was finished with her job after twe
AlexanderWhile talking to his friend, Adrian, Alexander took a sip of his drink. He agreed that Adrian had done an excellent job with the decorations. When he looked around, he noticed a lot of people chatting and laughing.But his gaze was drawn to the maid, who looked stunning in her attire. He couldn't pull his gaze away from her. Her gorgeous hair was open, and she wore light makeup that complimented her; the silver blouse and black pencil skirt were the ideal matches for her figure. He noticed her wandering about with a tray in her hands, serving everyone.Her looks and attractiveness were obvious to every male in the gathering, whose eyes were hungrily scrutinizing her.Alexander gritted his teeth together at the thought of other men looking at her.But as his gaze rested on her, it softened as she smiled warmly at the visitor. He could feel his face twitch. Is there a smile on my face? Shocked at himself, he quickly wiped the emotion off his face, hoping that no one saw. He to
EmmaShe was in a pitch-black chamber with nothing but blackness surrounding her. She couldn't even see a single ray of light! She attempted to stand up on her injured legs but failed miserably. Her surroundings were familiar to her, with a similar scent of something rotten and something metallic.After a few moments, the door swung wide, revealing a tall man standing there with a long leather belt in his hand. Her eyes were wide with terror, and she stared at him pleadingly."You fucking whore!" He yelled. She immediately backed away only to find a wall behind her."Please, don't," her cries and pleas fell on deaf ears. "Shut up bitch," he growled and whipped her. The rugged leather belt connected with her body making a swooshing sound. He kept hitting her until she started to bleed. She was whimpering lowly every time the belt would touch her body. The young girl was done crying out loud, her throat was dry and it ached every time a scream erupted from her mouth.Her entire body w
EmmaThe day had finally come to a stop, and she was waking up in her bed after a lengthy period of sleep. Emma had been ordered to rest severely by Martha since it was an instruction from their master. She sprang out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She quickly showered, brushed her teeth, and put on her dress and matching heels. Ugh! These heels bother me to no end!She exited her bedroom and walked downstairs, entered the kitchen, and noticed a man standing in front of the kitchen counter. She gasped and glanced down, surprised. That piqued his interest."Well, hello there," he said in his deep tone. She only looked down. She didn't know else what to do."H-hi sir, c-can I help y-you with so-something?" He chuckled and replied."You know you can look at me, princess," her jaw almost dropped. What did he just call me? A princess? She did not reply and bit her lip in nervousness. That made him chuckle more."I just wanted a glass of water, if you do
He'd finally done what he'd been trying to avoid: he'd touched her beautiful soft flesh, which instantly melted beneath his touch. He couldn't fight the sensation any longer. He wished to touch her, to feel her. He tried to ignore it, to forget about it, but he couldn't. The notion of not feeling her touch, of not seeing her filled him with fury; his jaw twitched, and he became enraged at the prospect of not seeing her. What was causing him to become enraged? He was unable to provide a response to his own inquiries.He stroked his hair with his fingertips. What was going on with him was driving him insane with questions. Why couldn't he say no to that petite young girl? He still couldn't get rid of the boner that the tiny minx had given him. He walked into his bathroom, grabbed a towel, and turned on the shower. He let the cold water run down his body, but he was certain that even a cold shower would be ineffective. He couldn't help but think of her frail body at his mercy. Her whimp
EmmaNext Morning... She woke up with stinging sensations on her hands and an agonizing headache. She started massaging her head in the hopes that the pain would go away soon, and it did. Emma sprang out of bed, changed her clothing, and washed her herself. It was a new day, and she prayed she wouldn't have to see him again. Her thoughts of him gave her the chills in all the wrong places. Especially after the previous day's events. She was terrified he'd try it again. The worst part was she couldn't give up her job. She didn't have a choice. All she had to do was stay away from him. Entering the kitchen, she greeted the other maids and Martha and Venessa who were waiting for her. Emma and Vanessa had grown quite close since Vanessa was the nicest girl there. "Good morning Emma," said Vanessa with a big smile on her face. Emma greeted her back. The she started to do her chores, which was making breakfast for the King's.Martha instructed Emma to serve the meal after the servants had
EmmaEmma had arrived in her room. She exhaled hard and closed the door behind her. She was bowled over. She could not believe it had happened again, and she was at a loss for what to do.Should I leave the job? But if I do how would aunt Caroline bear my expenses? Those thoughts had been racing through her mind, forcing her to close her eyes. She failed to realize what to do, but she knew Alexander was not a sane being. He was insane! What kind of person would try this on his personal maid? She had no intention to depart her room considering she knew she could eventually run into him. In any case, it was his house as well. Shaking her head, she twisted the doorknob and opened it wide enough to move outside. Her heart was beating rapidly, she was shaking badly and silently prayed for not to see him for the rest of the day. She slowly moved closer to the kitchen, which was vacant. She sighed in relief because Martha wasn't there considering the fact that Martha might question her abo
Alexander He drank the entire glass of vodka in a few gulps, savoring the burning sensation as it passed down his throat, bringing serenity to his body and mind. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them to see the brunette beside him, her fingers roving around his chest and her tongue flirtatiously licking her lips. Her face was smeared with want. At the sight of her, he gritted his teeth. Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin silk cloth and her face was fully covered with makeup. Disgusting.In that club, there were a lot of beautiful and hot women. He could have all of them on their knees begging him to take them if he so desired. But in his mind, there was only one girl.Emma.He closed his eyes and her face appeared. He couldn't help but shudder at the sight of her. Her beautiful eyes...her silky hair, and fuck, those lips. He could immediately feel himself get hard at just the thought of her."Emma," he muttered under his breath. Her name sounded so