chapter 5

Alexander

"Sir these are the files you were asking for," Jonathan, his assistant, stated. Alexander took the files and began to examine them. He had made an agreement with Samuels for their new initiatives. As a result, he needed to review all of the data before making a final judgment.

"Like always, you will get the deal dude," Adrian, his childhood friend, smirked. Alexander didn't respond to the comment and continued with his job since his friend Adrian was an immature twenty-seven-year-old guy to him.

"Come on dude why you are always so moody?" He said and rolled his eyes earning a glare from Alexander. "I am busy, can't you see that?" He said bluntly.

"Whatever man, sometimes you seriously bore me. Now just tell me if you're arranging a party for your birthday?" Adrian asked him seriously.

"I'm not any teenager who has to throw a party every year on his birthday. I have important things to do other than throwing stupid parties," he said and placed the file on the desk.

Adrian stared at his friend as if he was crazy and then spoke up. "What? Come on don't do that man everyone is excited about your birthday. Everyone expects you to have a blast on your birthday," he stated emphatically.

Alexander was becoming irritated by his friend, and he recognized that Adrian would not leave him alone until he consented. Adrian got away with whatever he said to Alexander his whole life since he was his childhood friend.

"You can plan it if you want," Adrian grinned like a small child.

"But you have to arrange everything I'm not doing a shit," Alexander told him.

"Yes of course," he said and left the room.

When he was finished with his task. He recalled he needed to go back to his father's house to get certain files from there. And going there implies he might have to confront that girl.

Emma.

No woman had these effects on me, and that little girl is playing with my head.

But he couldn't take his gaze away from her stunning eyes. Her silky-smooth skin, and her pink delicious lips, he longed to touch. He ran his hand through her hair.

How do I stop this?

For God's sake, she is a maid. It should not be difficult for me to forget about her.

He took out his phone and phoned a number.

"Hey, Alexander," Jessica purred.  What a whore.

"Come to my office, right now," he commanded.

"On my way," she said and hung up.

Emma

Emma had a really rough day since she had a lot of stuff to do. Martha informed her that Alexander's birthday was approaching nearer and they had planned to celebrate, which was why the maids were required to clean the entire home. She had to tidy the living room where visitors were expected. They had to prepare the lunch for at least a hundred people, so they had to plan ahead of time.

Emma groaned and began scrubbing the floor. She walked up and placed the dirty piece of cloth in the bucket after she was sure that the floor was clean. She picked up the bucket full of water, which was so heavy that she had to take tiny steps so it didn't slip out of her grasp. She was also responsible for cleaning the rooms.

She couldn't see why they had to clean the rooms when they were going to be partying below. She shook her head and went inside Mr. and Mrs. King's chamber. She twisted the doorknob and opened the door, taking care not to destroy anything as she meticulously cleaned the room. Alexander chamber was next on the list. Emma swallowed, terrified.

He was frightened and made her nervous, and after what occurred last night, she would be unable to face him. But she had to admit he was different than any men she had encountered. She'd never seen a man like him before. He had a powerful aura that made others kneel down to him.

After she had finished cleaning, she went to his bedroom and tapped on the door. Emma prayed silently that he wasn't in there. She knocked once again, but no one responded.

He must be out for work.

She entered by opening the door. Her entire back was aching as a result of all the cleanings. She began rubbing the floor once more.

But suddenly, after a few moments, she heard a door opening and closing. She flinched and whirled around to see that the main door was securely locked. So, what was that noise? She froze as she heard footsteps. Was she dreaming?

"What are you doing here?" The voice started her and she let out a small yelp. When Emma turned back, she spotted Alexander standing by an open door without a shirt!

She instantly whirled around, her eyes wide and her cheeks heated. He chuckled quietly, which she overheard.  Did he just laugh? I never knew he could.

Emma heard his footsteps coming closer to her. "I asked you something and I expect an answer," he spoke up with a hard tone.

"I-I was cl-cleaning, master."

 "I-I will just g-go now. I-I'm sor-sorry sir," she whispered and was about to leave the room.

"Wait," he yelled. She immediately stopped and waited for him to continue.

"You can do your work," he stated as he returned to the room where he had been earlier. She figured it was his personal gym. His perspiring body and the towel wrapped around his neck explained it to her.

Ten minutes had already passed, she was exhausted, and her task was nearly over. She had the impression that someone was keeping an eye on her. But she was too exhausted to consider it.

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He kept an eye on her, from his gym. He was watching her every move. Even in her filthy clothing, he thought she was gorgeous. His heart was racing as she brushed her hair away from her face with the back of her palm. He observed her while she focused on her task.

He saw that she was different from other girls, in fact, she was quite unusual. She wasn't a money-hungry girl, nor was she a desperate young woman who would die to sleep with men like Alexander.

Women would discreetly watch him and gaze at him with lusty eyes. But when he saw her, he could tell she was terrified, her eyes portrayed it all. She didn't even make eye contact with him. Her reaction to seeing him without a shirt was distinct compared to other women. He couldn't help but grin at her naive personality.

Something in his life has changed since she walked through the front door of his father's house. He wasn't sure if it was meritorious or abominable, but he was getting acclimated to the change in no time.

His life had always been a mystery to him. Everyone, even his own family, was perplexed by his views and personality. He lived in a cave with nothing but darkness around him.

Girls like Emma were uncommon to find at the time, owing to the men's lack of respect. But any man would be lucky to be with a woman like Emma.

Just imagining her with some other male, made his blood boil with anger.

He pondered as he stepped into the gym, locking the door and cleaning his body with the towel. He was about to leave the gym to take a shower when he noticed she had already left. He entered the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower.

'He would go to any length to make her his forever. But every time he thought about it, he refused to comply, even though he knew everything deep down in his soul and heart. Even though he was not aware of it at the time. He understood deep down that he felt something different for her. He was running away from the same sensation over the years, but he had no idea that the presence of that girl in his life would change his fate forever.'