THIRTY THREE

❧ Fiorella ☙

Darian is in the living room with Connor and some men, talking about business and money, I would like to ignore him and go to that room that is supposed to be luxury, where I can sleep, but since he has me as a maid, I have to wait.

"Where do you think you are going?" says that woman.

"I'm leaving , what else can I do here , I'm retiring to rest if he wants something you can help him , that's what you are his employee for', the I said with contempt.

"If you think you can leave , you are wrong , Mr. I specified that you attend him and his guests, so stay until they leave and do not even think of wanting to escape, because the consequences will be very severe stupid", she told me and she left, now even the maid can treat me badly.

My feelings are wrapped up in a tight ball, stuck to my belly, churning and twisting in a painful knot, in the kitchen there are a few bottles of wine.

They are all open and ready to be served, I see a closed one and open it I look at it for a mom