Chapter 10

Emma

She was in a pitch-black chamber with nothing but blackness surrounding her. She couldn't even see a single ray of light! She attempted to stand up on her injured legs but failed miserably. Her surroundings were familiar to her, with a similar scent of something rotten and something metallic.

After a few moments, the door swung wide, revealing a tall man standing there with a long leather belt in his hand. Her eyes were wide with terror, and she stared at him pleadingly.

"You fucking whore!" He yelled. She immediately backed away only to find a wall behind her.

"Please, don't," her cries and pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Shut up bitch," he growled and whipped her. The rugged leather belt connected with her body making a swooshing sound.

He kept hitting her until she started to bleed. She was whimpering lowly every time the belt would touch her body. The young girl was done crying out loud, her throat was dry and it ached every time a scream erupted from her mouth.

Her entire body was covered in different sizes of bruises.

"Pl-please, n-not anymore," her soft voice whispered before falling to the ground. She was on the urge of losing her consciousness.

He yanked her up by her hair making her wince in pain and he smacked her face again.

She broke a rule. She could never wince or make any sound that would show she was in pain.

"Get up you worthless bitch, you deserve nothing but pain," he slammed her head on the wooden wall. She started to see black dots and her vision became blurry. She could not see anything.

'Was I finally dying?'

She heard the man mutter something but before she could figure that out, her vision was covered with the darkness.

Alexander

It was almost afternoon, but she had not yet awoken.

Emma would take her time waking up, according to the doctor. She was still in Alexander's bed, and following last night's event, his father had gone to him twice to address the situation, but each time he had been dismissed. Alexander knew what he was going to say, and he didn't have any time for it.

"Alexander," he heard someone calling his name, knocking on his door. "Come in," the door opened, revealing none other than his sister with a pissed-off look.

"What do you want?" He asked, slightly annoyed by her presence. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Do you even know what the fuck you have done?"

"What?" He asked in a bored tone.

"You brought a fricking maid in your room and not to forget, in front of everyone, the guest and the fucking media. It's trending all over the news and social media," she whined. He gave her a bored look.

"So? Do you think I fucking care what those fuckers are saying about me? Stand them in front of me now, I bet no words will come out of their disgusting mouth," he snapped, ignoring her shocked expression. It was rare of him to speak to his sister like that.

She wasn't treated the best by Alexander, but he also never yelled or snapped at her.

"What the fuck you are saying Alexander, she is just a filthy maid, she can't be even compared with any of us and after what you did, all of the people are thinking something's up with you," she half yelled at him as her eyes held disgust when it landed on her.

His eyes were red with anger, her words were ringing in his head... filthy.

He took long strides towards her and grabbed her arm pushing her outside of the room.

"Get out of here, NOW," Alexander growled at her. She gulped and nodded her head before leaving the room. He sighed in frustration.

Walking towards the bathroom, he got in and took a warm shower. After 15 minutes he got out wrapping a towel around his waist.

He was searching for some clothes in his closet when he heard someone moan and then gasped. He turned around and saw her sitting on the bed with her eyes wide open. She instantly looked away from his half-naked state.

He found her reaction amusing and smirked.

"Open your eyes," he commanded. She paused for a moment, then looked in his direction, opening her eyes, still staring down. It enraged him, so he grasped her chin and lifted it slightly so he could see her eyes. As he gazed at her exquisite face, his breath caught in his throat.

Her eyes, on the other hand, were filled with fear and despair.

"Always look into my eyes when I'm talking to you, got it?" He asked in a husky voice. She nodded her head which made him more furious. Why the fuck she is not talking?

"Words," he demanded.

"O-okay," she whispered. Her soft music-like voice had him out of control and all of a sudden, he had the urge to kiss her lips but he somehow managed to control himself and let go of her chin.

He put on his clothing and his shoes. She was still gazing down, again not looking at him. Alexander approached her again and sat alongside her on the bed. She moved a little but came to a halt as he glared at her.

"C-can I go n-now m-master?" She spoke breaking the silence. Her question annoyed him. Why did she want to leave?

"Why do you want to leave?" He questioned in my deep voice, enough to make her shiver.

"I-I jus-" he stopped her.

"I am ordering breakfast for you," he said and called for Martha.

She hastily came into the room with her head down. "Yes, master?"

"Give her some breakfast and don't let her do all the chores of the house, the other maids will handle them," she nodded her head and went out of the room.

He turned around to face Emma. "You may take a shower and as I said you don't have to do all the work," he sprayed some cologne on his clothes and glanced at her.

"Y-yes, sir," she replied and nodded her head.

She got out of bed, still in her nightgown. Her hair was disheveled, and her nightgown's upper buttons were loose and might come out at any minute, exposing a lot of her flesh. She drew her hands up to her sternum to hide it.

That caused him to lose control of his beast. Her curvature was on display for a fraction of a second before she quickly covered it up. He gritted his teeth and approached her. She exclaimed, her eyes wide when she saw him approaching her.

Alexander came to a halt when he got near enough to her. He inspected her beautiful face, her dark, shiny hair, and her pink lips. He stroked her hair and tucked a few strands behind her ear. She shivered with terror.

He smirked; he enjoyed the impact he had on her.

She took a step back, but he grabbed her by the waist and drew her closer to him. She screamed louder this time, her eyes welling up with tears, and she tried to wiggle free from his hold, only to have him tighten it even more.

"Stop struggling," he growled. She whimpered and stopped.

He brought himself close to her neck and inhaled her smell. She was struggling again but he didn't let her go. Her smell was so intoxicating.

She started to hit his chest with her small fists, trying to get away from him. But he wasn't going to let that happen.

"Pl-please le-let me go," she cried. Why the hell is she crying?

"Sshh doesn't cry, princess," he murmured as he stroked her hair. Her brown blocks fit perfectly into the creases of his finger and felt comforting in his hand. She whimpered even more.

He began to place gentle kisses on her neck, causing her to shudder. It was divine. She was divine. Alexander had touched many women, but no one had ever made him feel that way, it was so bizarre. He understood he'd never be able to get over her.

He was so distracted by the pleasure he was receiving that he didn't notice her quiet sobs. He let go of her while clenching his teeth. She stumbled backward. What in the world was I doing? What the hell is going on with me?

He closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. When he opened them, he found her standing with her head down and her hands wrapped over her arms. His fists were clenched.

"Get out," he said. "NOW."

She quickly walked out of his room with her tear-stained face.

What the fuck was I doing? How can I be attracted to her? After all, she was nothing but a maid.

Emma

She ran out of the room as fast as possible. He is crazy! He is insane. How could he just touch me like this and then yell at me to get out? It was his mistake, not mine.

She thought.

She went into her room and changed her clothes fast. She was dressed differently, it was a nightgown, and she panicked, wondering if he had changed her clothes... she prayed he hadn't.

She changed into her maid uniform and combed her hair, which was tied in the usual bun. She was about to leave the room when Martha entered with a tray in her hands.

"Why did you bring this Martha? I could go down to have it with the other girls," she said. Martha smiled at her.

"No dear, master has told me to bring it to you and let you rest for the day," she said and placed the tray on the bed.

"But it was not needed, I-I'm feeling alright now," Emma replied. She did not want to stay in the room all day.

"Master will get angry if we don't listen to him, sweetie. Now come and have your breakfast," she nodded her head and sat beside Martha. She was hungry and the smell of fresh juice, scrambled eggs, and toast was making her stomach grumble. She picked up the toast carefully and took a mouthful. She sighed at the amazing flavor.

"Emma, I wanted to ask you about last night," Emma's movement stopped but she didn't look up at Martha. She fiddled with the fork on her eggs.

"I'm sorry my dear, you don't have to say anything if you feel uncomfortable," Martha quickly said, sensing Emma's discomfort.

"N-no I-I am fine. W-what do you wanna know?"

"I'm not going to ask what that horrible friend of Lucas's did to you; I just want to know what happened after that," she stared at her in confusion.

"What do you mean, Martha?"

She sighed. "I'm sorry sweetie I did not mean to confuse you, but people are gossiping and very soon it will be on the news," Emma frowned at her.

"What are they gossiping about?" Emma asked not knowing what was happening.

"About you and master Alexander," to say she was shocked would be an understatement.

"Wh-what about m-me?" She suddenly stuttered.

"You do remember that he saved you from that guy?" She nodded her head.

"Yes, and then? Do you remember anything else?"

"I-I just fainted and remember being carried out. Then I woke up in the master's room, that's all I remember," she faintly whispered.

After a few seconds of silence, Martha spoke.

"He carried you to his room in front of everyone. Everyone saw it, they are talking about it. Master never did this to anyone, especially a maid, he doesn't even look at any of the maids here, he just doesn't care. But last night he saved you, he carried you to his room, gave you proper treatment, called a doctor for you. It's really strange. Mr. King was really angry and other family members are still in shock," Emma's stare stiffened and her face paled out in horror.

"I... I don't understand Martha, why d-did he do this, I-I have no idea," she could barely be heard.

"I know, my dear, it's not your fault. Don't think too much about it. Everything will be okay. Now you should rest, I will have Marie do your chores," she smiled and walked out of the room.

"But I will still warn you Emma, please stay away from him. He is not someone whom you can freely roam around with, he's dangerous. Please stay away from him, my child," she said but before she could walk out, Emma stopped her.

"Martha, wait! Can you tell me who changed my clothes last night?" She asked her, hoping it was not him.

She gave her an assuring smile. "Don't worry my dear, I and the other maids changed your clothes," Martha stated and left.

Emma let out a deep sigh. There was something odd about Alexander, and Martha's constant warning assured her she wasn't mistaken about him. Everything was perplexing to her. But whatever the reason was, she felt it was best if she listened to Martha.

She picked up the tray and began to walk downstairs after finishing her meal. The event from the night before was still bothering her. Every time she thought about it, she shuddered. Alexander was really generous to save him from that maniac, but she was still scared of him. She didn't know why, but after what had transpired forty minutes ago, she was terrified of him.

Emma took one step at a time, carrying the tray. She had to be cautious since she was frightened of falling and shattering the dishes and glass. She exhaled with relief and made her way to the kitchen after successfully reaching downstairs.

A person suddenly appeared in front of her, halting her in her tracks. Her eyes were closed as she sensed a familiar atmosphere surrounding her. She exclaimed when she realized who it was. She gently raised her head, his grey Armani suit was in view. He was staring at her without blinking, his piercing gaze ripping into her soul. She gazed down, looking at her shoes.

She began stepping away from him, recalling his heinous act toward her.

"Don't walk away from me," she heard his husky voice that gave her shivers.

She didn't say anything and just kept looking down. She wanted to get out of there.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to rest for the day?" His tone was deep now.

"I-I'm s-sorry master I j-just came to p-put the tray i-in the kitchen." she stuttered. She was sure he felt her fear and was smirking in satisfaction.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked.

"G-good, master," she whispered. He just nodded his head.

"Go now," he commanded. She nodded her head and uttered yes before leaving.