"Eli," I called, looking at him with emotions. "What did you just call him?" My heart dropped at the familiar female voice. It was Brenda. I looked at her. She is the maid Eli has his hand around on her shoulders. I was too focused on him that I didn't notice her. Oh no. She glared at me angrily. "I...i mean, sir. You are back." I corrected myself while looking between him and Brenda. "How....how are you?" I asked nervously. "Help me to my room." He said, slowly withdrawing his hand from Brenda's shoulders. I arched my brows. "Wha..." He reached for me before I could complete my statement. I quickly moved closer to him so he wouldn't loose his balance and fall. He placed his hand comfortably on my shoulders and I wrapped my hand around his waist. "Thank you, Brenda. Malia will take it up from here." Eli said without looking at her as we walked. I felt burning eyes on my back as we walked towards his room door. It felt like daggers are being thrown at
MALIAI gulped a little at the sight of Angela, standing in front of me. She is looking at me with that familiar displeasure and disdain. More like jealousy. "Good...good day, ma'am." I stuttered, dropping my gaze. She didn't respond but walked into the room and walked further in. I internally thanked the heavens for making her not to react as usual for being in her fiance's room. I headed out and closed the door behind me. Sighing, I walked along the hallway, heading towards the stairs. I descended the stairs and headed towards the kitchen to get his bottle of wine.I found some maids there. They all looked at me the minute I entered. "Um....where can I get the boss' wine?" I asked. I got no response. I heaved a little sigh. "Which of the bosses?" One of the maids with red hair asked. "Eli," i answered. "Over there," she said, pointing at a refrigerator. I nodded. "Thank you," I said, walking towards the refrigerator. I opened it and I saw a lot of wine. Oh geez. Whic
ELI A FEW MINUTES AGO, I opened my door calmly and I saw someone in a flower designed dress, walking towards the stairs. I arched my brows, wandering who it was at this time. Her back view was hard to comprehend who it was. She has brunet hair packed in a pony and she doesn't walk like the women around here. Malia came to my mind. It must be her. I think she is heading back to the quarters. Anita doesn't walk or wear dresses like that. And she has black hair. Angela is right in my room sound asleep. Despite all my refusal, she still decided to sleepover. She is a fucking brat. My wedding is in a few days. Thanks to my dad and his hunger for more power. I want the power too but she is a fucking pain in the ass. I can't stand her. I am seriously going to put up with her annoying acts for the rest of my life. This is becoming annoying. It is more annoying because our wedding is getting close. This is fucked up. I felt a little pain on my bandaged should
MALIAJulio and Angela are still kissing at the corner of the hallway. They pulled away from each other the minute they noticed my presence. Angela looked away and Julio ran his fingers through his hair. He pointed me and opened his mouth to speak."Don't you...." "Malia," Eli's voice interrupted, making Julio pull back and he held Angela closer as I looked at Eli. He is shirtless, still has bandages around his shoulder and he is standing at his door. "Yes, sir." I answered, still standing at my spot. "What are you looking at?" He asked. I looked at the corner where Julio and Angela are. They are both glaring at me. They are literally daring me to speak. "Malia," Eli called again. "Nothing, sir." I lied, looking at him. "Does it still hurt?" He asked. I arched my brows a bit."What hurts?" I heard Angela whisper. "Does your cheek still hurt?" Eli asked again."N...no sir." I answered. "I need help with the sheets." He said. "Um sir I am not.." "Now, please " he ordered, w
ELIIt is 7:30 pm, and I am currently in the dining hall with my family, having dinner. I can't stop thinking about Malia. At first, it was the feeling of protection within me when it comes to her. I can't stand to see her getting hurt. But right now, I don't know what I am feeling right now. It is totally different from the protective instincts. It feels like something more. I couldn't stop looking at her. My hand ached to touch her. But she was tensed all through. She was restless before me. Don't get me started with the way she moved away from me. I felt awful at that moment. I had to force myself to let her go. I relaxed on my seat as the maids moved around the table, serving us dinner. One of them is currently pouring my favorite red wine into my glass. I gave her a sign to stop and she did. I picked up the glass, bringing it to my lips and took a sip. Malia walked into the room with my niece and nephew. My heart moved at the sight of her. What is this?I watched as she w
MALIAMy heart dropped the minute my back hit the wall. I stood there dumbfounded as his two hands rested on the wall, trapping me at the spot. "E..Eli?" I stuttered, shuddering as well. He stared at me with his dull eyes. He is acting very weird and sluggish. Did he drink? His right hand moved to my face. My breath hitched. He caressed my face gently. My heart pounded as he went on. Slowly, he rested his temples on mine. I froze. I felt pressured. My heart is beating super fast. What is he doing? My legs begged to run away. But a part me kept me glued. "Malia..." he snarled, making his breath hit my face. It smelled like liquor and red wine. He is drunk. My heart skipped a beat. Carlos was drunk as well when he violated me. What if Eli wants to do the same? But why do I feel glued? Push him, Malia. And run! Next, his hand moved from my face down to my hip. I felt a shot in my head. "You.....have a very beautiful body." He snarled as he gripped my waist. I lost it in
Slowly, I turned around and my heart skipped a beat as my eyes roamed his appearance. He is standing in front of his bathroom door, in just a white towel wrapped around his waist and his V-line shape down his unbelievable abs is in full display. His body is wet and steaming out smoke. His hair is dripping wet. I felt hot in between my legs. I felt the need to clench them together. God, what is this feeling? "Morning," he said, snapping me back to reality. "Good....good morning sir," i nervously stuttered. "Why are you here?" He asked. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to speak but..."Wait," I slightly arched brows. "I have to wear my clothes first." He said, turning towards his walk-in closet. "Um, i will just come back..." He turned to me, shutting me up. "You have to wait, Malia." He said calmly, making me nod and I dropped my gaze. My heart, beating very fast. I sensed him walking towards his walk-in closet. I let out a sigh. Malia, why did you come here? Wh
My heart pounded relentlessly. Carlos's wife is coming for Eli's wedding. I have totally forgotten about her. I thought I was free from Carlos. But his wife still exist. And she...she will not spare me. I am the reason she is coming for the wedding. She wants to kill me. "She just lost her husband. Why does she want to come to our son's wedding?" Eli's mum asked. The Don heaved a sigh. "Now how am I going to know that shit, huh?" He snapped. Eli's mother dropped her gaze. I looked towards Eli. He is looking at me. Tears gathered my eyes as I kept staring at him. "I think we will have to go and pay our condolences, Son." The don said, making Eli break his eye contact with me. "We have to do that tomorrow. Because your wedding is the next day." The don said as I looked down my shaky hands. "You will go with us, Julio." The don said. "Yes, Dad." Julio said. "I would like to go too, Dad." Angela said, making me look at her. She is seated next to Eli, smiling at the Don. "Why,