Three months ago.
Malinda POV.My name is Malinda Kristen, I am an orphan, I lost my parents at the age of six in a car accident, and I was sent to an orphanage home since I had no other relative to take care of me.When I turned twenty years, I know I had to leave the orphanage home in search of a job, I need a job so that I can assist the children in the orphanage home who had become my sisters and brother.Luckily I found a job as a maid at a very wealthy man's mansion, I did not qualify whatsoever to find a proper job, so I decided to work here since the pay was worth it.My duty was to serve my boss his tea, do some laundry and a few other duties, it wasn't so stressful since I do all this when I lived at the orphanage.Today I was doing my normal duty, I was serving Mr Gilbert in his study room when the door fling open, I lift my eyes to see who it was since I know that no one was allowed in here and there was no one in this mansion apart from Mr Gilbert.But what stood at the door made me still, stunned. A young handsome man, broad shoulders, straight legs, blue eyes, straight pointed nose and mere looking at him I knew he would be in his early twenties since he was full of energy.He stopped and stared at me for a long time, his eyes hold a feeling I couldn't explain, but the stare was only for a brief moment, he looked away and head over to Mr Gilbert."Dad I want to talk to you." He said as he sat down at the chair facing Mr Gilbert and I realised it was his father, I didn't know my boss had a son, well I only started working here two weeks ago."What is it about?" Mr Gilbert asked him.The young handsome man looked at me and then back at his father, and I knew what that look means. "In private dad." He said in his alluring voice."Oh.." Mr Gilbert turned to me. "Leave us now." I put down the remaining book I was arranging on the shelf and left the room, closing the office door behind me, outside I exhaled softly, damn he was sexy! I exclaimed in my head and walked away to do my other Job."So what is it?" Gilbert waited for his son to continue, leaning back at his chair as he put down the pen he was holding, to give his son his full attention."Dad, my music was a hit!" Russeli exclaimed with joy, he was so happy to break down this news to his father, he had been working on the hit song for a while now, and he had rushed down to report to his father about it.Gilbert grins, obviously happy for his son. "At least what you studied overseas wasn't a waste, congratulations." He lifts his lips, a satisfying smile plastered on it."Dad, I am about to write a new song." Russeli who took music as his favourite friends today, still with that goofy smile on his lips.Gilbert stopped smile and put his hands on his chin. "But, there is something you lack and you do need it."Russeli paused, he looked at his father curiously, raising his brow, he knew he had everything he needs to compose a good song, and now he was curious. "And what would that be?""Emotions," Gilbert said in a simple word.Russeli narrow his eyes and exhaled softly. "Here you go again, dad." He was expecting him to say something else and not some emotional gibberish. "I don't think I will ever have that." Russeli crossed his legs and put his chin on his hands.He had never fallen in love, yes he does sing a love song, but to him, love was a fallacy."You're singing without emotions and that is damn crazy!" Gilbert said seriously this time, he had oftentimes to Russeli about this, but it had always fallen to deaf ears.Russeli cutely shook his head. "Alright, I heard you." He raised his lips upwards. "But I have to go practice now, you know...practice how to have this emotion you talk about."Gilbert sat up. "You don't have practice, you have to meet people." He told him seriously."People?" Russeli scoffed, he had met a lot of people, and still no emotions. He glances up at his father. "Like, which people?""Ladies! Russeli, ladies!" Gilbert demonstrated with his hands and Russeli chuckled."Dad, I met a lot of ladies, outside the country and around the city, I have dated a lot of them, but nothing dad..no feelings, I don't love any of them. They aren't people I should have emotions for." He spoke indifferently."My company produce music son, and I sing with emotions because of your mother who I love and it is a real feeling." Gilbert lifts his hands to his chin. "Get into a real relationship with someone. I can set a date for you son." He concluded."Dad..." Russeli looked at him like it was absurd, In the past few years, his father had always set him up with different classy lady, still, all of them meant nothing to him."Next week, okay?" Gilbert cuts him off."I am tired of meeting ladies dad, must girls be so troublesome.." He frowns. "No wonder I hate them." His father was always pushing him to ladies he doesn't want, maybe that was why he even dislike them more."That's what music requires, as long as you sing love songs, you need emotions," Gilbert explains.Russeli rolled his eyes, no longer interested in that. He remembered something and looked at his father sharply. "Well, that aside, who was that lady here when I came in?""Oh.." Gilbert picked up his pen again. "The new maid." New indeed, now Russeli knew why he haven't seen her here before. "She is an orphan who pleaded I hire her as a maid," Gilbert explains further."Okay.." Russeli said nonchalantly and got up from his chair. "I will be off now." He said walked towards the door."Don't forget about the date next week!" Gilbert called out."I won't, I am just curious to know who the lady you will set me up with will be this time," Russeli said before swinging the door open and shutting it behind him.He shook the thought of the new date his father will set him, he had met numerous ladies, it will be easy to brush this new one-off too. He climbs up the stairs and went into his room, caring less about the emotions his father talked about.Gilbert Ryan and Malcolm Horace were in Gilbert office at the company discussing. Mr Gilbert Ryan had a renowned music producing company and their company were planning on their Russeli's sixth album that will be produced in two weeks."The decision has not been made yet," Gilbert told Malcolm. Malcolm was in a joint partnership with Gilbert and is the next acting director in charge of the production."By next week we would oversee the outcome," Malcolm said flipping pages of the file he had in his front."Last year production hit the base, a worldwide nation got the song, and there were over two billion people who listened, bought and downloaded it," Gilbert said proudly with a smile on his lips."Yes, that was a big hit, your son was something...very talented, but I must say this, he lacked emotions," Malcolm told him, hitting home where it hurts and Gilbert stopped smiling."I know. I am trying to set a date for him since it might help him." He paused. "I
Malcolm Horace Mansion. Malcolm sat down with his daughter Yvonne in their living room that looked like some classy hotel. Yvonne is a young beautiful lady, she had clear eyes, flawless skin and a pretty good shape. She looked at her father who had just called her in to talk with her. She lifts her glass of wine and took a sip, it was obvious that she was a classy lady, just by her appearance. She put down the glass cup and leans on one hand to get a better look at her father. "Did you have something to say to me?" "Yes." Malcolm put down his glass, the expression on her father's face made her curious. "What is it?" She asked, giving him full attention and waiting for him to continue. Malcolm cleared his throat and hesitated before speaking. "I am setting a date for you, I would like you to meet someone." Yvonne furrowed her brow and sat up. "Someone?" She raised her brow as he nods. "Dad why would you do that?" Setting up a date with a stranger she has no idea of was absurd. "It is
Damsel Restaurant.Yvonne sat down at a reserved table, waiting for the date her father had set for her, classical music was playing in the background and there were only a few people there concentrating on their meal.She glanced down at her watch and sip her red wine, she had been here for close to an hour now, but he was not still here, the people she had met in the past, no one dares to keep her this long. She sips her wine again, her eyes watching the entrance at everyone that enter the door.She heard the glass door open and there the person she had been expecting, dressed in a grey top and black plain trousers, looking handsome and dazzling, her crush, the man she drools over his pictures every time she looks at it, he was stunning.Russeli Walsh POV.I smile when I saw the lady I was going to meet, one other victim I will have to break her heart, she was looking at me with a parted lips, I was sure she was admiring me, I love dressing up for my date,
Malinda POVI sat down on her desk in the maid room at my bosses house, he had given me a place to stay, even if it was thin, it was still comfortable and plain, a small bed, a desk and a chair, besides it is a little wardrobe, walls are colourful and the whole room smell nice.I was rewriting my boss' son's note. It was difficult to see the part which I spilt water on, but I know I have to finish this up and hand it over to him if I want to keep my job, and whereas I want to stay out of his sight.I heard my phone ring and I saw the caller ID, with a smile I answered, put the phone to my ear, I heard the little voice of a girl I cherish, someone I call my little sister and love. "Hello Annabel, how are you?""I am fine, auntie Malinda and you?" She asked with a little c
Russeli's POV.After she left the hall, I thought it was my moment of victory as I leaned back to the chair, but the whispers I heard in my back made me stop smiling, many eyes were on me and I am sure that they must have recognised me.Girls are just so troublesome, I.wish I had made her leave in a less crowded place, I stood up and went after her.Outside the hall, I saw her walking away. "Yvonne, Yvonne!" I called out but she didn't stop so I ran to her and held her hands.She halts and turns to me in anger. "Why, why are you after me?" She asked me and I sighed in my heart, I had only come after her because I couldn't bear the stare I received inside and she would have just not spoken it out loud that I was using her."Th
Russell POVI opened my eyes and closed them immediately because of the bright light that came in through my window. I turned around and sat up. It was seven in the morning and I was supposed to meet my dad to talk to him today.I quickly got up from bed and saw the cup of water the maid brought, it was still untouched which made me wonder how I happened to fall asleep last night.I could not see the bottle of white wine I took last night, but I know I drank some alcohol, I can't remember what happened last night, I don't like drinking, I hate drinking for what it does to me.I rub my head softly and walk into the bathroom, I turn on the shower and stood on it for a long time, still trying to remember what I did last night, I knew I was angry since she told me she
Russell POVI sat down on the chair in the living room with my legs crossed as I wait for the maid to be out at the sitting with my note, since I had nothing to do today and I was not in the mood to go to one of those boring dates my father do set for me, I decided to have a little bit of fun.I heard a soft footstep behind me and I knew she was the one like the house had only I and her inside. "Sit down." I pointed at the chair at my front when I knew she was close to me enough to hear."Huh!" The words I said surprised her and I looked up to see her face, raising the corner of my brow. She quickly looked at her foot and I smirked, she was one shy little maid. "I am not...""I know you're not supposed to sit down here." I interrupted her before she could finish. "But, s
Yvonne was seen shopping with her father in a big mall, she showed her father the dress she had on her hands. "Dad, how is this dress, I want to wear it on my next date with him." She turned to the mirror."It is gorgeous," Malcolm told her, leaning on the wall, he looked at the happy smile on his daughter's face. "So, have you decided?"Yvonne blinks and turns to him. "Well...dad, I want to give it a try, I might come to love him, even though he is haughty." She grins and picks up another dress."Well, I have seen you want to give it a try, I wish you all the best." Malcolm smiled, this was the first time Yvonne had said she would give a man a try, she had always ended every meeting with a man the first day she met them.Yvonne looked at the mirror with another purple d