“Thanks a lot for helping me. You didn’t have to.” Nicole said as she began wiping down the sink while I dried up the last of the plates. I rolled my eyes at her appreciation, moving from my position to keep the plate where it should be. “I still don’t want to help you. I’m just doing it because there’s nothing else to do.” I said, in a bored tone and the girl chuckled. “Still. I think we’re done here now and you can get your grumpy ass to bed. See you tomorrow.” Nicole said, heading out the kitchen door with me following right behind her. She went towards the set of rooms downstairs that were specifically for the maids while I headed up to the guest room. It sounded like an opportunity to have a bigger and much better space but a part of me also wanted to hang out with the rest of the girls, at least have some sort of company that wasn’t my drawing pad when I wasn’t busy running around for miss red hair. I didn’t exactly get along with the majority of the omegas at my former pac
Even with my eyes closed, I could still tell how bright the sunlight streaming into the room from the window was and the warmth that came with it was refreshing, a small smile played on my lips as it felt as if I were floating on a fluffy cloud. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this good and although I didn’t know why I was feeling so good first thing in the morning, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready for it to end, but of course, all good things had to end. “This the way you sleep in everyday?” Diane’s voice came from somewhere around the room and I groaned painfully. Why on earth did this woman even exist in the first place? I had half a mind to tell her to piss off but I just knew how terrible an idea that would be. I didn’t want to ruin my day that was already starting out so good by indulging her and so I flipped open my eyes and turned over on the bed to find her sat on the only chair in the room, just watching me. I frowned at that realization. How long had she been
She looked at me, her facial expression daring me to defy her. I bit my tongue lightly in an attempt to stop myself from verbally expressing the disgust I felt inside.“Alright” I said, picking up the cup and turning towards the door.“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked, leaning forward in the chair and pointing at the tray. I sighed quietly, walked back and place the cup on the tray before lifting everything.Nicole was still in the kitchen when I returned, “What’s wrong?” She asked, her questioning gaze searching my face for some sort of clues. Drying her hands with a napkin, she walked over to me.“What happened?” She asked again, placing a hand over mine, her voice laced with concern.“She asked me to do it again.” “Oh dear, why?”“She didn’t say and I didn’t ask.”Nicole’s expression shifted into a light frown, “You would’ve asked. At least, if you knew what was wrong with it, you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake.”“I doubt anything was wrong with the coffee, she just
27I sat in front of the window, my eyes glued on the drawing book in front of me but my mind was deeply lost in thoughts. It had been seven whole days since Gwaine left town and in that time, Dianne had made it her life mission to push me down the hill of frustration. From the meaningless errands she constantly made me run for her to the cuss words she mixed perfectly with the words she used when talking to me. She was never nice to anyone, but she spoke to the other maids with a little bit of respect, something that was completely lacking when she spoke to me.I picked up the book in a feeble attempt to draw something, anything at least. But a whole week of putting up with Dianne had taken a toll on me. My concentration, if anything, was divided. I could hardly focus my mind on anything as thoughts of her seemed to cloud every available space in my mind. I was unsettled, mentally and physically. Dianne’s determination to frustrate me grew stronger and more effective by the day. E
28Gwaine’s POV:The loud beeping sound of the alarm sounded muffled in my head, like someone had stomped on the bedside clock and then stuffed it under the mattress before it went off. Slowly, the sound got louder and registered in my clouded mind.I stretched my hand towards where I hoped the noise was coming from. When I found the device, I grabbed it a little too firmly, pressing buttons blindly until it stopped. Sighing deeply, I attempted to drift right back to sleep.I heard a soft knock on the door and cursed under my breath. The door swung open before I could form the words I needed to send the intruder away.“How are you still asleep? There’s a hall filled with men and everyone of them is waiting for you.” Regan said, walking towards the window and pulling it open. The light that flooded the room afterwards was a little too bright. I pulled my arms protectively over my face to keep the light from assaulting me more than it already was.“Go away Regan!” I said, still wincing
29 I came awake slowly, noticing the ache in my head before anything else. My entire body felt sore, but my head ached the most. I could feel the bright rays of the sun on my skin and I thought it best to keep my eyes closed for now because I wasn’t ready to face that much light. I moved on the familiar bed that now housed my small frame, trying to get to a comfortable sitting position. I realized I couldn’t move and that only made me try harder. Placing my hands beside me, I tried to force myself up but my arms were too weak to hold my weight. “Careful now, no need for any of that.” Regan’s voice came from somewhere in the room and my eyes flung open. The bright light blinded me momentarily and when I finally adjusted to it, I saw Regan. He was sitting right beside me, a magazine sitting on his leg. From the way it sat open, I could tell he had been reading it. We were back in my room, I tried to recall what had happened and at first, it was all foggy but after a few minutes, the
Gwaine’s POV:I stood there, my eyes fixed on the small woman curled on the bed who had managed to cause so much trouble in such little time. A small sigh escaped my lips when I noticed just how much she was fighting back the sleep that threatened to overwhelm her.Why anyone would go to these lengths just to defy an instruction was something I had no logical explanation for. Her eyes closed lazily and she opened them again, her gaze still on me. She said nothing, she just laid there staring.After a few minutes of trying to stay awake in a bid to defy me, Catherine finally closed her eyes and this time, she drifted to sleep. The calmness in her expression warmed my heart. I smiled at the realization that her actions for the past few minutes seemed to have been in vain.I sat down in the chair beside the bed and watched her sleep. She was a stunning beauty especially when she was peacefully asleep like now, I thought, noticing some of her features for the first time. Her pointed nose
My eyes opened suddenly, like someone or something had disrupted my sleep. I looked around, my eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness as I sat there, hoping to confirm my suspicions. I was disappointed when I realized I was all alone in the room. I looked around one more time, just to make certain I didn’t miss anything the first time.Gwaine had been here earlier, he probably left while I was asleep. I remember he asked me to sleep and I stubbornly laid here, fighting to keep my eyes open until I couldn’t. I smiled, wondering if he had noticed.I shut my eyes, willing myself to go back to sleep. I laid there, my blanket dragged all the way up as I tossed and turned uncomfortably, looking for whatever sleeping position would help me sleep faster.The ache I had all over my body was still present, I couldn’t tell if it was better or worse than it was earlier. I rested my elbows on the bed, used it to push myself into a sitting position. A sharp pain in my head stabbed me suddenly, makin