Chapter Seven Dominique I stared at the bustling city through the sky high glasses of my window. The view of the lights in the city twinkling below, almost like the stars in the night sky made the end of tiring days like these, worth it. I was skeptical at first about installing the windows and allowing the view, because I hated distractions and loved to concentrate on my work and the view looked like a potential distraction. But with each passing day I spent gazing out the window, I couldn't help but mentally pat myself in the back for making the right decision. I stole a glance at my wristwatch and the hands of the clock pointing at 7:45 pm stared back at me. It was late and I should be well on my way home. I cracked my neck and flexed my muscles for a while as I reveled in the days events. It was strenuous and long as always but, something worthwhile came out of it in the end. And now, it was time to celebrate. A buzz from my desk pulled me out of my monologue. It was my p
Chapter Eight Dominique "What? What…" I watched as she stuttered, something flashing in her eyes. Her eyes darted around, somehow unable to focus on one place. Red hue tinted her cheeks as her lips parted slightly. Amidst the erratic beating of her heart against her ribcage, I watched as she squirmed under my gaze. She wanted to be everywhere but here. "Don't speak unless you're asked to." I seethed and watched as she clamped her mouth shut, her lips quivering in fear. " How many times do I have to repeat that?""I'm sorry sir." She stuttered, her voice barely a whisper. " Please." "What just happened out there, huh?" I leaned in even closer. Even the thought of it was enough to get my blood boiling all over again. "What the hell did you thibk you were doing out there?""Nothing, sir." She shook her head so hard I thought it would roll off her body. "I didn't…""Yes you did." I cut her off, my grip on her chin tightening even more. " I saw you. With my own two eyes I watched you
Florence. A groan slid past my lips the moment I peeled my eyes open, but that wasn't the weird part. The weird and excruciatingly hilarious part of all this was why I was groaning. It was literally too early, I doubted the sun had even come yet, and here I was, groaning loudly just because I peeled my eyes open at the break of dawn.It wasn't my fault. I was sure no one would blame me, because if they were in my shoes they would have probably done worse. Worse than my early morning groanings. I sighed as I swung my legs from off my bed, pushing myself up into a sittinh position. I found my gaze straying towards the direction of the clock and I let it, until I regretted it immediately. Just a little high on the rough walls, a wall clock hung, it's hands pointing at five and nine respectively. *Great. It was 5:45am and I just had to be the one in charge of that pompous guy*I wanted nothing more than to the lay on the bed, even if it was for a little while.But knowing the kind
Chapter TenFlorence. Beads of sweat lined my forehead as I clutched onto the broom, like my whole life depended on it. In a way, I could say it actually did. Intense jolts of pain spread through my hands and legs and with each sweep of the broom against the floor, I felt like I was this close to passing out. I pressed my eyes closed against each other as I bent down, struggling to catch my breath. Hot air raced in my lungs and if I didn't catch my breath anytime soon, I would definitely take a quick trip to unconscious land. "Calm down, Florence." I inhaled and exhaled, willing myself to stay on my feet. You couldn't blame me if you looked at it carefully, I'd been on my two feet all morning handling one chore or the other. "You can do this. You just need rest." But would I get it? Hell no. From the looks of things and the workload I had to deal with everyday, it was beginning to look like I was the only one here. The only maid in the entire house. But how could that be? With t
Dominique A cool breeze blew by, rustling the leaves and braches up on the tree. Although mild, it was still strong enough to shake a few things, my hair not left out. A sigh slid past my lips as I threaded my fingers through my hair. It was no doubt that it looked nothing more than a bird's nest which definitely wasn't suitable for someone like me. But I didn't care, at least not today. It was Sunday, and Sundays were meant for relaxing.A bird jumped onto one of the branches, catching my attention immediately. I watched as the almost tiny bird flapped it's wings about, its beak pecking and picking at the tree, obviously looking for something to eat. "You should have gotten a bird feeder by now." A voice spoke from behind me. If I hadn't known to whom it belonged to, I definitely would have spun on my wheel, trying to figure out who the hell had the guts to walk into my personal space, and without permission too. "Will I have to remind you again Dominique boy?""I'm not a boy a
FlorenceI swiped at my forehead with the back of my palm, letting the beads of sweat drop to the ground. The moment they reached the ground though, a wave of regret washed over me. I had just mopped there and now I would have to do it all over again*Oh good lord*I sighed as I stared at the one wet ground. If I looked closely and from a different angle, I could see that particular spot glistening under the warm glow of the chandelier lights. I was just about to swipe my mop over the spot, when a thought came to mind. Suddenly, I found my eyes darting from the stairs that led to the foyer and Dominique's room, back to the wet spot just in front of me. What if I left it just as it was? It was barely noticeable too and it wouldn't cause any harm right? Unless Dominique were to walk right through here. A small smile made its way to my lips as I allowed my imagination run wild. A picture of Dominique walking right by played in my mind and I let it.My smile grew even wider as I pictu
Florence. "Maybe I should start all over again?" I mumbled to no one else in particular. I was literally the only one in the room so it made no sense that I wasn't talking to anyone. More specifically, it didn't make any sense that I was talking to myself and that I was unapologetically doing it. " Or perhaps I should…"I shook my head slowly, simultaneously thrashing the idea alongside with it. Why would I want to start over? After spending hours cleaning this huge library, why would I want to start all over again? *Dominique's aunt, that's why* A sigh slid past my lips as I stared at the large book shelf ahead. On a normal day, I always gushed about how beautiful the books were and swooned on how I would love to have my own one day. Hell, even Olivia pointed out her favorite books and let me borrow it for some time. She also taught me a trick to slip out a book from there without being noticed, on the condition that I would return it after. I was surprised that she'd t
Dominique. "What the hell?" The curse word slid past my lips the moment the loud bang of something shattering against glass reached my ears. It was so loud I pressed my eyes shut , over each other. My ears rang for a full minute and even after that, the aftereffects that looked like I would be having a hard time hearing from here on out lingered in my head. *Son of a bitch* It took a while before the ringing in my ears finally subsided and the moment it did, I turned my attention back to the table. I stared at the many papers that filled each and every corner of my desk. Figures and variables stared back at me and I stated back, my eyes skimming the figures over and over. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I groaned as I swiped my hand across the table in anger. Sheets of papers and files tumbled onto the ground as I stood there, rooted to my spot and fuming. I hated distractions, I hated distractions whenever I was working. It irked me so much that even the tiniest of noises coul