“M-Mr Marshall.” I stuttered. My heart was beating frantically in my chest. I unconsciously held my breath when his eyes fleeted across my face and then trailed down to my body.
“The dress looks…perfect on you. You uh, you looked beautiful.” He said before meeting my eyes again. I should say thank you. I should thank him for the compliment and for gifting me the dress but I couldn’t. I couldn’t say anything because I’d temporarily lost the ability to speak. All I could do was look up at him with wide eyes and a stunned face.I was ridiculous, I looked ridiculous I know. I couldn’t understand how one man was able to make me lose the ability to control my own body. I looked away when I realized that I was staring more than what was appropriate. The last thing I wanted was for him to find out that I was attracted to him. I could lose my job if that happened.“Mr. Marshall do you—”“I told you to call me Dylan, Hera.” He cut me off, his breath hitting my cheek. My heart jumped a little in my chest when I looked up and saw just how close he had gotten to me. The distance between us was way smaller than the distance you’d expect to see between a boss and his maid. I took a step back, looking behind me to see if Amelia wasn’t anywhere close ‘cause I knew I would be dead if she had seen Dylan and me standing that close to each other. I inwardly sighed in relief when I saw that she was chattering with some lady and didn’t seem to notice us at all. I turned back to face Dylan after. “Mr. Dylan, would you like me to get you—”“Just Dylan, Hera. Call me by my name, just my name.” He murmured the last part and a cold shiver went up my spine. My heart pounded so hard I thought it was going to explode. What the hell is this man doing to me? He didn’t even need to touch me. The way he was looking at me was enough to drive me wild. I was very sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep that night or the next as all I would be thinking about was that moment. That moment Dylan was staring at me like I was the only woman in the room like his wife wasn’t standing just a few meters away like he knew that I was crazily attracted to him.“Try it Hera, I wanna hear you call my name.” My mind must have been in the gutter because for a millisecond I thought I heard him say ‘I wanna hear you moan my name’I took in a deep breath as if calling out his name was a strenuous task that would require me to use my soul, mind, and body.“D-Dylan.” I stuttered stupidly. I mean it was easier to say his name in my mind but calling it out right in front of him was the hardest thing ever. I couldn’t help but wonder if him permitting me to call him by his first name would change anything else between us. I couldn't help but pray it would. “Dylan,” I said again, this time more confidently than the first time.“See, that wasn’t so hard was it.” He said with a small smile playing on his lips.“Do you…will you like me to get you anything to drink?” I asked him as I gazed up at him. His curly hair was parted in half. I noticed how much it had grown that it was almost covering his left eye. He had thick long and dark eyelashes that fluttered as he blinked. As his icy blue eyes gazed down at me, I could help but wonder what he was thinking of. Did he really find me beautiful or did he just say that to sound polite? He had a small crook on the bridge of his nose that told me that he had gotten into fights before and I just love it, I loved all his imperfections, I loved him. My eyes trailed further down his face to his luscious lips. I swear Amelia doesn’t know how lucky she is that she can kiss him whenever she liked and however she liked. It was a blessing and I would do anything to be her now. To be able to kiss him without fear or thinking of what people will say or do. To be able to…his lips were moving, it almost looked as if he was speaking, almost as if he was speaking to me…m****a! (Fuck!) He was speaking to me! I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice that he was talking to me.Oh my goodness please tell me I didn’t drool.My hand reached up to touch my face and a wave of relief washed over me when I confirmed that I didn’t drool like I had been thinking.“I’m sorry were you saying something, sir?” I was embarrassed. If my skin had been two shades lighter, my tinted cheeks would have been more visible than it was.I really hope I didn’t stare at him with dreamy eyes as that would literally make me wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.He nodded.“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. I wasn’t paying attention my mind was um, somewhere else.”“I noticed.” He said.What?! Notice what? That I was in love with him or that I was imagining what it’ll feel like to be kissed by him?What the heck did he notice?“You’ve got something on your mind. Is it something you can share with me?” He asked and I shook my head vigorously. There was no way I planned on sharing what I really thought about him. I would rather die.“What did you say, sir?” I asked, swiftly diverting the attention away from me.He put both hands in his pants pocket an action I found very hot.“I said the second wave of the dance is about to start soon. Would you, er-save a dance for me?”“Huh?” I wasn’t sure I heard him well. Surely he couldn’t have said he wanted to dance with me in a hall filled with many strangers and his wife. I definitely heard him wrong. “I’m sorry sir I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”He chuckled lightly. “I’m sure you did.”“No, I didn’t. I heard you say you wanted to dance with me and I’m very sure that wasn’t what you said.”He laughed a bit.“Why? You don’t wanna dance with me?”“Of course I do I just don’t—wait! Are you serious right now? You really do wanna dance with me? Me?” I had to say ‘me’ twice just so he would remember who I was in case the makeup and dress had made him forget. He nodded slowly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.My brows furrowed.“But, but there are people around. I’m your maid and— and…” I trailed off.“And what, Hera?” He asked as if he couldn’t tell what I meant.“Your wife. She’ll be here and she will…get mad and think weird things.”“Don’t worry about Amelia, Hera. She wouldn’t mind, I doubt she would see us ‘cause everyone would be too busy dancing with other people.”She wouldn’t mind?I almost snorted.I wasn’t quite sure Dylan knew just how crazy his wife was. No matter how busy Amelia would be dancing with her partner, she would surely want to know the woman Dylan us with.“So…is that a yes?” He asked and I chewed on the inside of my cheeks wondering if dancing with Dylan wouldn’t be me walking into my own grave.Fuck it!This might never happen again. It was the first time he had asked me to dance with him and it might be the last. I could turn him down and ruin my only opportunity to have him even closer to me. The opportunity to have him focused on no one but me even if it’ll be for just three minutes. Whatever comes from Amelia later I will deal with it like I’d always have.“You aren’t going to say no, are you?” If I didn’t know any better I would have said he looked a bit nervous.I shook my head.“No. I would dance with you, Dylan.” tThe dance started about twenty minutes ago. It was a waltz dance where you switch partners with every song. Normally we waiters aren't supposed to be on the dance floor but who cares, it wasn't like anyone was watching besides, I promised to save a dance for Dylan. The song finished and I let go of my partner. He was the fifth man I'd danced with that night and my feet were starting to hurt. The shoes I had on were a size smaller which made it difficult to keep walking around or dancing in them but then again I couldn't pull them off, not when there were disdainful elites at every corner of the room. Besides, I felt that bit wearing shoes would ruin my dress and whole look. I knew the wise thing to do was to go sit down like Nina did and leave the dance for the professionals but I couldn't, not when I was yet to dance with Dylan. The thought of having his arms wrapped around my waist was starting to make me jittery. In a good way of course. The next song was about to start and mos
Nina and I arrived home late like every year. And that was because we had to clean up after the guests.The first thing I pulled off when I entered my room was my shoes. A soft sigh escaped my lips. I had never felt more relieved than I did at that moment. I almost thought I was going to lose my toes. I pulled down the zipper of my dress and was just about to pull it off my shoulders when I heard a knock on my door. It was Nina, I knew that much ‘cause Amelia and her family were asleep when we got in. I opened the door for her even though I didn’t know what she wanted. I was stunned when I found out that it was Nina at my door but rather, the man of the house. “Mr. Marshall, what are you doing here?” The words left my mouth before I could stop myself. I couldn’t even hide the irritation I felt toward him and I was sure he could tell that I was mad at him. Maybe I had thought too highly of him. He wasn’t a man of his word and certainly wasn’t the gentleman I thought he was. Becaus
“Hera!” Nina exclaimed and I jumped, startled. I had been so deep in thought that I didn’t realize that she was talking to me.“Please tell me you heard everything I was saying?” She looked up at me with slightly wide eyes. My blank stare was enough to answer her question. “Oh my God! So I’ve been talking to myself since? Oh my goodness I can’t believe this.” “Sorry.” I said meekly before continuing with the dishes I was washing. “What were you thinking about? Was it about what happened this morning? What Amelia did to you?” She asked and suddenly memories of that morning came rushing in. I had barely slept a wink, sleeping was a hard task when I couldn’t stop thinking of the feel of Dylan’s lips against the corner of my lips. His manly scent and the feel of his strong, hard body against mine consumed my mind. I kept tossing around the bed, switching positions to find the right position to sleep in but still, sleep wouldn’t come. Dylan fucking Marshall was all I could think of.
I wanted to believe that I heard Dylan wrong, I desperately wanted it to be my mind playing tricks on me. I wanted to believe that Dylan hadn’t just told me to not leave, he hadn’t just told me to stay. I wanted it to be my ears playing tricks on me but it wasn’t. Dylan had really told me not to go, he had really begged me not to leave. But, why?Was my massage really that good or did he want me to stay for other reasons?If so, what’s the reason? “Um, I’m not sure I heard you correctly, sir.” I said. “Hera, you don’t have to use that word with me. I’m not that much older than you are.” His eyes were still closed and I found myself wondering what word he was talking about. “I’m not sure I get what you mean, sir.” “Stop addressing me as ‘sir’” he breathed. “It makes me uncomfortable.” My lips formed an ‘o’ shape and I just sat there thinking about what to do. I mean do I continue massaging his temples or do I leave like I initially wanted to do? “I, um I thought you were asleep.
“Yes sir, alright sir, I will do that, sir.” Nina said into the telephone speakers with a wide smile on her face. Her cheeks were tinted pink, she was blushing. Yes, she was talking to Dylan on the kitchen intercom. The telephone had rung just a few minutes after he got back from work and like every time that he had called that telecom, she picked up the telephone before I could. “Yes, sir.” She nodded before dropping the call. The smile on her face got wider and she squealed loudly, embracing me in her arms. “Oh my gosh, his voice is so sexy! The way he called my name, oh my goodness Hera it’s the best thing I’ve heard today.” She had this dreamy look on her face. Nina had never hidden her attraction to Dylan from me whereas I, I’ve done nothing but hide the fact that I was in love with him from her. She would gush about how good-looking she thought he looked any time she gets. She always had this dreamy look on her face and whenever she asked what I thought about him, I would act
Crash!Crash!“YOU THINK SHE’S PRETTY? YOU FUCKING THINK SHE’S PRETTY? WHY THE HELL ARE YOH MARRIED TO ME THEN? WHY DON’T YOU GO FUCK HER YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” I and everyone else living in that house heard Amelia shout from her and Dylan’s room. Brie whimpered, sobbing quietly into my shirt before she hugged me tighter. It was a rainy Saturday night. Amelia and Dylan had started their infamous argument about ten minutes ago and I’d immediately rushed to Brie’s room to stay with her because I knew she would be worried and sad. “For goddamn sake Amelia, you asked me a question!” Dylan's voice rang. It was crazy how thin the walls of a house as huge as that were. “AND YOU ANSWERED LIKE THE CHEATING BASTARD THAT YOU ARE! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME! IF IT’S HER YOU REALLY WANT THEN GO BE WITH HER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.” Crash!!!Crash!“LET ME GO DYLAN MARSHALL.” Crash!“Hera, is my mommy going to hurt my daddy?” Brie asked. Her big blue eyes filled with tears. I shook my head. “
“Oh my goodness Hera, did you hear the fight last night?” Nina started and I could hear the smile in her voice. I was in the kitchen trying to chop some onions for the food I was about to cook when Nina appeared out of nowhere and settled in one of the tall stools by the kitchen island. “Is it me or do you sound happy about it?” I asked without taking my eyes off what I was doing. “Of course not. I mean I’m happy that Amelia decided to leave the house but those words she said to Dylan were…” she sighed. “I feel bad for Dylan. Poor man, you should have seen the look on his face this morning.” I couldn’t see the look on his face because I tried my best to avoid looking up at him all morning. But from the little I saw last, I do not think Dylan was sad by his wife’s absence. “To think it’s the first time he had to go to church without Amelia. What an evil bitch she is. If only I could swap souls with her and have Dylan as mine. I would treat him like the king that he is and never take
I was shocked by how soft his lips were. They were easily the softest and moistest thing had ever had in my mouth. They were far softer than I had imagined. I couldn't help but wonder what he did to get them to be that soft. Hell! They were even softer than mine. It was foreign. His lips, the sensation of kissing, everything. It felt so foreign to me, in a good way of course. My internal organs were mush. The way his lips molded against mine perfectly made me feel hot all over. My knees were weak and ready to give up on me. I really would have crumbled to the floor if he hadn't been holding me up against the kitchen island.There wasn’t really much I could do as I’d never kissed anyone before him. I was clueless about where to put my hands and in what direction to tilt my head. All I did was stand there awkwardly and let him have his way with my lips. I was really hoping he wouldn’t think I was a bad kisser. He pulled back slightly and I pried my eyes open. “Have you not…done this