NYSSA'S POV:As soon as breakfast was over,I stood up and volunteered immediately to help clear the plates with Mia. My heart slamming in my chest, I tried to pretend that I had no idea that Charlene's eyes had been all over me throughout the course of the breakfast, and that she was probably why I had a shawl tied so tightly around my neck. To add to that, sitting so close to Roman Adams reminded me of everything that had happened the previous night while the rest of the household slept. The kiss. His touches. My hands on his skin. His lips on mine, my body heating up as I encountered real, aching need. I swallowed hard as I lifted his plates and he glanced at me. I would never look at him the same ever again. There was no way I was going to pretend that what had happened yesterday was something I was going to forget quickly. It was only after I left the dining room that I managed to breathe well. “You look as if you've seen a ghost, Nyssa. You need to relax.”So far, Mia was
CHARLENE'S POV:Throughout the night, I could barely sleep. I tossed from one end of the bed to another, my head aching, my insides crying out for comfort and the desperate need for physical touch. Not just any random physical touch, the physical touch of Roman Adams. And now, even after the sun peeked through the blinds, I found myself struggling to even leave the bed. The zeal to stand up and hit the gym, run and keep my body in shape seemed to be nonexistent. And it was just because of one man. What would I do to make Roman Adams see me the same way I saw him? What could I do to make him understand that I loved him way too much, that I would practically do anything for him to also love me in the same manner?As if he knew he was being thought of, he opened the door, entering the room and raising an eyebrow when he saw I was still in bed. “Good morning Charlene.”The manner in which he had spoken to me yesterday when I tried to comfort him only made his greeting infuriate me fu
NYSSA'S POV:Roman Adams, the most notorious man in Cleveland and nearby cities as a whole, had just told me to keep him company. For a moment, my mind was a blank slate. My lips parted, but the words refused to come forth. I closed them again, then spoke when I finally found the right words. “I can't…boss…I need to wake up early tomorrow…”His interruption was harsh, the voice of a man who wasn't used to taking “no” as an answer. “That wasn't a request, Nyssa. It was an order. Join me.”He sat down on one of the pool chairs, then patted at an empty one next to him. I obeyed, slightly trembling. “Why can't you sleep, Nyssa?”I looked at my feet before replying. No matter how much he promoted me, I knew I would never feel fulfilled in the Adams estate. I would never feel as if I fully belonged. That was something I was sure of. “I miss my father. I miss going to school..”“You were sold to me as the repayment of the debt your mother owed, Nyssa. You're not here because I want you
ROMAN'S POV:Once again, Mia had outdone herself. I wanted to eat something different from the normal, so I had instructed her to surprise me. And surprise she had done. By the time I was eating my second helping, I was about to swear that it was the best Spaghetti Bolognese I had ever tasted. “How do you like your meal, Nyssa?”After the visit to her house in order to drop the groceries and supplies she had requested I bought, she had looked sad throughout. And now, even on the dinner table with me, she still looked sad. She ate slowly, and her mind was anywhere but on the food. “It's good, boss. Thank you.”I poured myself a cup of champagne, not knowing if to feel guilty towards her plight. I turned to Charlene, who like the previous day had still not welcomed the idea of Nyssa sharing the table with us. Her lips were turned down in an enormous frown, and I knew without being told that cracking a joke or asking her a question was going to end up in uncontrolled chaos. She was
NYSSA'S POV:Had Roman Adams just asked me to advise him?For a moment, my head seemed to go blank. After I had woken up late, my expectation was to find him ready to snatch the job of being his personal servant from me, and maybe giving me a pardon after I pleaded severally. Roman Adams asking me to advise him had certainly not been on my list of things to happen. “I asked you a question, Nyssa.”I swallowed hard, then said the first thing that came out of my mouth. “I think it's going to help a great deal if we know who the next chief of police is. If we can get him to also be on our payroll, then we can let Eddie Wharton go without pressuring him into accepting his job back.”The way Roman looked at me reminded me of times when a teacher couldn't believe that a dumb student had answered the question when the rest of the class couldn't. A knock interrupted the question and answer session, and Paul walked in moments later. “The cars are ready to move, boss.”Roman nodded before
NYSSA'S POV:“I never thought I'd see the day that Roman Adams would allow a servant to sit at the dinner table with him.”Right from the time that I had left the dining room, Mia had talked about the dinner nonstop. It looked as though she was in awe of me, as if she didn't believe the fact that it had actually happened. I didn't believe it myself. “It's nothing special, Mia. I'm his personal servant. He wanted me to see what it was like to sit on the same table with him, that's all. Nothing much…”Mia shook her head. “You're not his first personal servant, Nyssa. He has never done this before. You're starting to become important, I'm telling you.”I laughed it off. If there was anything I had learnt in the Adams estate, it was the fact that you never had to put all your eggs inside one basket. There was no need to get ahead of myself. It was just a visit to the dining room, and it was common to me, even if Mia said that it wasn't. “I must go to my room now, Mia. If I want to ha