Chapter Eight

08~ An attitude like his

Closing the door behind me, I slipped onto my bed with a pang in my chest. I could feel a drop of tear fall from my eyes, and the cause wasn’t far-fetched. I took my phone; the thought of calling Mr. Noah came to my mind, but it was already late and he would definitely be asleep. I sighed, staring at the ceiling one last time before drifting off to sleep.

“G...Good morning, sir. What would you like to have for breakfast?” I asked the enigmatic yet charming young man sitting right across me, his eyes not for a second sparing me a glance. He was clothed in a black long sleeve with loose buttons, his wet hair dripped with water as he stared at his phone like there wasn’t another life present in front of him.

“Sir Mason, would you like a cup of coffee?” I asked again, making sure my voice was audible enough to be heard. The room was silent—in fact, if a pin fell on the floor, it would most certainly be heard.

“Sir, I am...” The loud bang that echoed through the walls of the room immediately had me frozen as I looked at him in disbelief, taking a few steps away from him.

“Can you just shut the fuck up!!” He voiced, his hand still on the table he had slammed. “Coffee... my foot.” He took his phone and walked out of the living room, heading straight for his bedroom while I stood there in awe.

I took a deep breath, promising I wasn’t going to cry, I had no other option as it is my job. I went into the kitchen, with my hands fidgeting while I boiled water. My hair was packed in a bun and I had completed all the chores. It was just a simple question I had asked him, and the least the heartless man could have said was “no.” The whistling of the kettle immediately snapped me out of my thoughts. I reached for a cup, and carefully poured out the hot water. I then remembered how I made Mr. Noah’s coffee happily every morning with ease.

My lips curved into a smile as I hummed, staring at the cup of coffee I had magically made when i only wanted a cup of hot water. "Urghh!, right timing" I dropped the cup of coffee and left to pick up my phone in the room. I paused at Sir Mason's room, staring at his closed door briefly, before entering my room.

“Mia... where on earth have you been!?” Chelsea screamed.

“Good morning, Chel. Looks like someone forgot to greet before scolding me” I chuckled softly over the phone.

“Pfft!..Morning, Mia. Now, why didn't you pick up my calls huh?” She asked. “I’m sorry, Chel. Look...” I stopped midway, hearing Sir Mason’s door creak open.

“What should I look at?” Chelsea asked over the phone, making me burst into laughter.

"Oh girl" I laughed. We talked for several minutes and then asked her about Mr. Noah and Jeremiah. Chelsea made sure I caught up on all the events I missed.

“But you still haven’t told me where you are, Mia” she said, making my laughter short-lived.

“Oh Chel, I...goodness, it’s past two already!?” I screamed over the phone. “Uhm, I’ll call you back, Chelsea.” I ended the call, leaving my room.

“Sir Mason” I called out, gently knocking on his door. “Sir, can you hear me?” I called again. After some minutes with no response, I left for the kitchen.

“If I wait for him to tell me what he wants, then he’ll definitely starve to...” I paused. I stared at the kitchen counter, remembering I had made coffee before going to speak with Chelsea. Placed right in front of me was an empty cup with no coffee. I sighed, wondering how it disappeared. I quickly snapped out of it, reaching for the cooking gas to make dinner.

Mid-way, I left the kitchen and walked to the sitting room. 'Mr. Mason has definitely gone out' I thought to myself, staring at the car park outside. I could tell a car was gone but I couldn’t tell which exact one it was. I sighed, taking a good look at the mighty halcyon mansion, before turning on the diffuser. I checked up on the food in the kitchen and later returned back to the sitting room.

“What on earth!” I coughed out, quickly turning off the diffuser. The house smelled like poultry due to the unknown oil in the diffuser. I increased the air conditioner before Sir Mason walked in on the horrible smell.

After the meal was done, I could finally get some rest. I checked the time, which was already past 7, with no trace of Mr. Mason. I went to my room and took a quick shower.

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I yawned, rising from the bed. Looking at the window, I could tell it was really cloudy. A lightning flashed before my eyes, and before I knew it, I was already on the bed, I never knew I could run as fast as I just did. I came out of the room and saw his door still locked, not as if it was ever opened but I could tell something was off. But if he isn't back, why do I smell him?, His scent always dominated the house, and as I walked down the staircase it got stronger. I was proved right, as his conspicuous masculine figure laid on the sofa.

The living room was dark and the only light emanating, was from the TV. My heart raced as I stood there, silent—wondering how broken he must have felt to turn into this heartless and rageful man he is now.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a tray, dishing out the bangers and mash I had made. I stepped out of the kitchen with my pulse racing, slowly walking to him.

My eyes didn't dare look up at him as I placed the food right in front of him without uttering a word. I quickly took a bow and some steps back, waiting patiently to be dismissed.

Once again, the room became silent as he continued watching the TV, nonchalantly . The dim light from the TV highlighted his luminous green eyes. His hair fell at eye length and his ethereal lips made my heart flutter as I quickly shifted my gaze, but it soon found its way back.

"How can someone look this good but have an attitude like his" I thought to myself. The grumbling of my stomach snapped me out of my thoughts as I felt his eyes shoot me a quick glance.

I coughed out loud, my face flushed with embarrassment. I immediately took a bow and rushed out of his presence, wishing the ground had just swallowed me instead. I quietly closed the door behind me, jumping on my bed. "Couldn't you just wait a minute!!" I yelled, looking at my stomach. 'He must have heard that...No, no no, how could he have?...he didn't', I whined, pacing my room. "But he...he...he looked" I fell flat on my bed.

I heard his footsteps coming, it paused for a minute, before his door slammed shut. I waited for a few minutes, making sure he had really entered his room before stepping out of mine.

“Alleluia!” I exclaimed, seeing the empty tray before me. My lips curved into a broad smile as I packed the plates and went into the kitchen.

I then took a little plate and poured the remaining portion of the food. After eating, I did the dishes and left to turn off the TV.

Switching it off, I saw the pillows scattered on the floor. “The least he could have done was to put it back the way it was” I mumbled under my breath, picking them and placing them how they were.

“I can't believe Mr Noah is his father, he doesn't even stress me one–quarter of the way his son does". He doesn’t want to hear my voice or see my face, then how on earth do I do my work?” I spoke to no one exactly, taking one last look at the tranquil room before turning off the light.

“God knows what mood he’ll be in tomorr...” My head hit a broad, hard surface as I immediately rubbed my forehead.

“Ouch!, These walls...darn, must you be so hard on me like your owner?” I chuckled, realising I wasn't actually wrong. “Only God knows how he sleeps at ni...”

My smile became ephemeral as the lightning flashed brightly across the living room, not so bright but just enough to make me recognise I hadn’t just hit a wall.

“Mm...M...Sir—Mason.” My breath ceased.