After having a nice breakfast with Katie the next morning, I took a quick bath and slipped back into my dress, ready to leave.
"Would you like to co with you to explain things to him?" Katie asked as she escorted out of her flat.
"There’s no need, he wasn’t at ho last night, and I’m sure he wouldn’t co back this early."
"Okay... just call when you arrive."
I stopped and turned to look at her worried face. She was even more scared than I was. Even though I was sure Alexander wouldn’t be ho, I still knew how unpredictable he could be. But whatever, I had thousands of excuses under my sleeve. So, there was nothing to be worried about.
"Thank you, Katie. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know what I would have done..." I said, genuinely grateful.
She just smiled and hit playfully.
"We’re friends, dummy. That’s what friends do. Besides, you shouldn’t thank yet, we haven’t gotten your necklace back, rember?"
Right. I have almost forgotten about that, and now that she reminded , I felt even more worse than I was. The thought of eting Seith again made my heart beat faster. But it was inevitable.
I hailed down a cab and got into it, after hugging Katie goodbye. Then the cab rode off.
Reaching the mansion, Alexander’s favorite car wasn’t in the garage and the mansion was oddly silent today. There was no one on sight, which was a good sign.
Sneaking in through the back entrance to avoid bumping into anyone, I crept silently through the hallways as I made my way to the master bedroom.
When I got there, I quietly opened the door and stepped in. And behold, Alexander was standing in the middle of the room in his usual business attire, his back towards .
My blood froze in my veins. How? How was he here?
When I finally got out of my shock, I tried to close the door and escape. But who was I kidding? He already noticed my presence and was already turning to face .
I bit my lips in horror as I released the door, bracing myself for whatever would happen, my heart was thumping so fast in my chest that I thought it might fly out.
"Welco," he said, his voice dangerously calm.
Welco?
I snapped my head up, but quickly went back to staring at the floor when I saw the cold, unnerving look on his face.
"Where were you last night?" he asked. My brain went dead for a second.
"At... At my friend’s... place," I stuttered.
"Your friend’s place?" He asked as if he didn’t believe . Then began to approach . It took every strength inside of not to step back in fear. Sothing about the way he moved now scared to the bone.
He stopped two inches away and stretched out his hand.
"Give your phone."
My phone? Why?
"I said give your phone?" He repeated, his tone sharper.
My trembling hands found my bag and I fumbled through the items in search of my phone. But due to my clumsiness, Seith’s card fell from my bag and hit the floor. My eyes widened and I quickly bent down to take it back.
"Give that to ," he commanded. How could I give it to him? It was my only hope in contacting Seith and getting my necklace.
"Don’t make ask again," he threatened.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly handed it over to him.
As soon as he saw the company’s na, he scoffed dryly.
"I see who you were busy with last night." I could hear the mockery in his tone, and it made my stomach twisted. How could he conclude such a thing just by a re card?
"That’s not true..." I tried to defend myself.
"What is not true? Is it the fact that you were out all night, or the fact that you ca back with a card?"
I looked down at my hands, unsure of how to answer that.
"Go change first. You have sothing to do," he said, after looking at up and down.
Have sothing to do? He wouldn’t force his way on , right? My palms began to sweat. I made my way to the dressing room and changed into a long gown that covered every inch of my body, just in case he wanted to take advantage of . When I was done, I ca out to see him standing in the sa position with two middle-aged won, dressed in maid’s clothes.
"Take her to the kitchen and give her so work to do. No work, no food. If she tries to steal, cut her hair," he told the maids with a straight expression.
"Yes, sir."
I followed the maids without any argunt. I knew he wouldn’t let off that easily, and I was glad it was just nial work, the maids even made it easier for once we arrived at the kitchen.
"You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to," one of them said.
However, I still insisted on doing sothing. The only hard part was cooking. My stepmother never allowed near the kitchen for so odd reasons. So, I never got the chance to learn how to cook. Apart from that, I would clean, wash and do other chores. It wasn’t easy, but it was sothing I was already used to back at ho.
But as days went by, it beca even harder. And on top of it, I wasn’t getting enough sleep and food, but I didn’t dare steal not to get my hair cut. The maids would assign to go clean the garage, trim up the bushes in the garden and other things. They weren’t doing it to punish , but to create an interesting facade for Alexander who would complain about not doing enough. Just like today.
"Did you make this?" he asked, after chewing a forkful of pasta.
"Yes... sir." The staff went on a weekend break. And it was just . I thought of looking out online to see how to make a simple pasta, but rembered he took my phone. So, I just followed the vague mories of how Mr. Harrison cooked it.
He dropped the fork and looked at .
"Is it that you can’t cook or you did it on purpose?" What would I gain if I did it on purpose?
"I’m sorry... if you don’t like it. I will just..."
"Co," he cut off.
A shiver shot down my spine.
"Did you hear ?" He repeated.
I bit my inner cheek and slowly moved towards him, my hands trembling slightly.
He stood up from his seat and held out the chair for . "Sit down."
I was confused. But I simply obeyed to avoid worse trouble.
He stood behind and leaned over slightly. He was too close for my liking. And his spicy scent made feel sick.
Forking so pasta, he directed it to my mouth. "Open your mouth," he ordered, calmly.
I blinked, surprised that he would do that.
Opening my mouth slightly, he shoved the pasta into my mouth, and as soon as I tasted it, I wanted to throw up. Goodness, it tasted horrible.
"How does it taste?" He asked.
My cheek burned red with embarrassnt as I forced myself to swallow it.
"Salty... and a little bitter..." I replied carefully.
"Glad you’re honest," he said. "You should have told you don’t know how to cook. I could send for soone else to do it."
If I had told him that, would he have believed ?
Sighing, he leaned straight.
"Eat if you want to, or better yet, dish it inside the trash." And with that, he left.
I tried to force myself to eat it, but couldn’t. So, I took everything to the kitchen and dished them into the trash. What a waste. At least, I made an effort.
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