***Kai***
…
I wake up with a start.
Disoriented, my eyes squints under the
harsh glare of the sun, before my eyes widens.
Holy crap, its morning!
Im late!
I look around me wondering where I am
until I remember what happened last night.
Charles.
He tried to violate me.
He could've hurt me yet he stopped.
I dont know what happened but im glad
he stopped.
I dont think i'll be able to live if he
went all the way last night.
I see a yellow note on the coffee table
next to the bed and I pick it up.
'eat breakfast.' it says.
My lips curls into a smile. Thats so
him. He likes to get straight to the point.
I like that kind of guy who speaks out
his thoughts.
I prefer that over charming men.
Charming men are more cunning, as if
they practice saying the pick-up lines in front of the bathroom
mirror.
Charles is awkward and his words are
never charming. They're like bullets that can stab you.
But they're the truth. He's real and
not fake like many of the guys I met at university.
Not that I like charles of course. He's
still a prick.
I look to find a tray of food waiting
for me on the table.
I frown in confusion.
Is it to make up for what he did last
night?
I slip away from the bed and grab a
croissant.
I munch on the bread as I look around
his neat room.
There's another maid dress hanging on
the chair to change to.
His room is neatly furnished and there
is a line of trophies in the glass cabinet. There's a football behind
the glass door too.
Hm, so he plays football. No wonder his
body is packed full of hard muscles.
Those rock hard muscles...
shaking my head, I approach the desk by
the window, looking for anything that can make me understand him.
But the pens are neatly in place and
the notepads are empty.
I fiddle around with the drawers,
closing them shut when all I see are neat envelopes, and some
jurisprudence books.
Hm, judging from all these textbooks,
he must be studying to be a lawyer.
He doesn't look like a lawyer to me. He
looks like a dangerous mobster who smuggles weapons.
I never thought law is his major. He's
more of a criminal than a guy siding with the law.
Come to think about it, I know nothing
about him at all...
i'm about to close the bottom drawer
when I notice the back of a photo frame.
I pick it up and flip it to see the
photo.
My heart quickens a beat when I see
charles smiling with his arm around a petite woman.
I never seen him look so carefree, so
happy.
Ah, this must be the girl he loved so
much. The one who left him.
I dont like her for some reason.
So this is the kind of girl he likes...
petite, long wavy blond hair, and big
breasts. She has that sweet, innocent look that I know plenty of guys
are into.
I think about how opposite I am to her.
Im not petite. Im kind of tall, and I
played tennis a lot so my arms are pretty muscular.
Im a red-head which makes people thinks
that im short-tempered.
I dont wear much makeup and my face is
hardly innocent. I frown too much and my eyes are filled with
distrust.
Wait, why am I comparing myself to her?
I study the picture again, my eyes on
charles.
He looked younger in this photo but
now, I dont see his smile.
The current charles is someone who
hates the world and everyone in it.
Its all because of her.
Charles had longer hair in the photo.
Now his hair is much shorter.
I like his hair now. Shorter hair
brings out the green in his eyes.
What am I doing?
I act like an obsessive girlfriend
rummaging through his things.
Ugh, I dont understand myself at all. I
hate him. He treats me like im beneath him.
But when he wrapped his arm around me
protectively, my heart warmed a little.
I had never been hugged that way
before.
It was like his warmth could make me
whole.
And it felt safe, finding someone is
taking care of me.
For the first time, I wasnt someone who
had to take care of everything. I felt free, like an ordinary girl.
Putting the photo frame back to where
it belongs, I close the drawer.
…
somehow the staff in this mansion gives
me dirty looks whenever they pass me.
I hear whispers in my back, calling me
a slut for sleeping with charles.
(sigh. I didnt know there would be dire
consequences...)
I want to tell them its not my fault.
Charles was the one who called me so why did I get all the blame?
Apparently charles had never called any
maids to his room before, especially not in the middle of the night.
Bastard, I was the victim, so why did
he walk out safe and im treated as the slut instead?
I spend the rest of the day helping
with the party preparation.
They're having a grand party tonight
and all the important guests are coming.
The large garden is decorated with
roses and fine tables adorned with silverware.
Its nearly night time when I hear
someone say 'slut' out loud when I pass through some of the staff.
I turn to find three maids looking at
me with such hatred in their eyes.
“thats why you're in here isnt it? To
fuck with the young master?” one of them says.
I grit my teeth. “its a
misunderstanding.”
“hah! Like anyone would believe that!
Look around you, nobody believes you. Hey guys, do you think she's
innocent?” she says it loud enough for the entire garden to here.
Nobody says a thing and I realise then
no one here will be on my side.
They dont care if im the victim or not.
They're just pissed that their
favourite master who's probably the hero in their wet dreams paid
attention on me.
He didnt pay attention to me because he
likes me.
It was to hurt me. He intended to hurt
me and I could see it in his eyes.
Im just a toy to him.
“it doesnt matter what you think.
Youre not my employer.”
I turn to leave but one of the girls
pulls my elbow and yank me hard until I nearly stumble.
“know your place, bitch. Youre
nothing to him. Youre just a whore in his eyes so dont think youre
anyone special. Drill it in your thick skull, youre just a toy.”
I shrug my elbow from her hold.
“i may be a toy to him but I am not a
whore. What he does with me is none of your business.
Be careful, otherwise everyone will
know you want a piece of him too. But unfortunately you dont get a
taste. Jealousy is an ugly trait”
before I can move, she whips her hand
out and slaps me hard across my cheek.
I stagger backwards, my cheek ringing
in pain.
My feet trips and I fall back, crashing
to one of the tables.
Something hot splash over me and I
scream in agony.
My back is on fire and I forget about
the pain on my cheek.
Quick as flash, I feel large arms
wrapped around my legs before someone hauls me up.
Its charles.
Charles carries me through the garden
with everyone looking at us in shock.
I dont pay attention to the others but
only to the man carrying me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury
my face on his chest.
I smell the musky scent of his cologne,
and him.
He tightens his hold on me, and I feel
so secure in his arms.
He carries me to a room and kicks the
bathroom door open.
He places me gently on the floor before
turning on the shower.
Cold rain drops over me and I shiver
uncontrollably.
I hug my arms around my knees as my
body shakes.
There's a loud RIIIIIIP as he rips my
clothes.
Gasping out in shock, I struggle to
stop him but be continues ripping those fabric with his hands.
I can feel the violence radiating from
him as he continues tearing the fabric in his hands with loud rips.
He hasnt said a word to me ever since he carried me into the house.
Why is he angry?
He's not the one who got scalded by
boiling water.
Im the victim here!
Theres another rip before my naked back
is exposed.
Cold water soothes the burn on my back,
and I feel immediately relieved.
Im completely wet and I know he's also
drenched from the water.
The suit he's wearing looks expensive
and it's all ruined...
his fingers touches my back, warm
compared to the cold of the shower.
I shiver hard as he continues tracing
the burn with his fingers.
Would it scar?
My back is turned towards him but I can
feel his eyes on me, and it makes me feel trapped.
But it also makes me feel safe.
I gasp when I feel his warm lips on my
back, kissing from the nape of my neck before trailing down my skin.
I cry silently, glad for the shower for
it drowns my tears.
He was rough earlier but now, his touch
on me is gentle. As if he's afraid to break me.
I feel his large hands tightens around
my waist, his lips still trailing my back with soft kisses.
He still hasnt said a thing, and
neither do I.
He kisses every burns on my skin,
leaving his hot breath behind, his hair tickling my back.
My breathing is suddenly hard and I am
strangely aroused.
Every breath I take and his lips are
pressed on my skin.
Marking me. Claiming me.
His mouth on my skin, his skin on my
skin. I hear my ragged breathing in the running water.
He kisses me like he worships me, he
kisses me like a sin, and treats me like an angel.
This moment, I forget he is someone I
hate. He's just a guy who makes my heart quiver and my body trembles
with such need. He's a guy who I want to turn around and let his lips
make love to mine.
I dont want to admit it but I want him.
I want him like how the moon craves for
the sun.
I want him to fill every crack in my
soul with his touch.
I am completely undone. He destroys me
in the most beautiful way possible and I know he's a devil in my
eyes.
Because he makes me want to sin. And
when he touches me like this, I cant help but to allow him.
I hear the shower turns off before he
wraps me in a towel and carries me into the room.
The old butler and a couple of staff is
there waiting for us.
“harry, get one of mother's evening
dresses.”
the butler bows before telling orders
to the waiting staff.
Charles turns to me, his wet hair curls
slightly.
His wet shirt is see-through, and I can
see the shape of his chest.
I swallos hard. Seeing his skin makes
me want to touch him.
“im going to tend the guests. Come
out when you're ready.”
I stare at him numbly as he leaves the
room.
… what just happened in that shower
room? Was it dream, or real?
“miss, please wear this.” the
butler hands me a black lacy dress.
I hold the beautiful dress in my hands.
“is-is it okay to wear this? It looks
expensive.”
the butler smiles at me kindly.
“tonight, you're going to be cinderella.”