Chapter 14

Emma

Emma had arrived in her room. She exhaled hard and closed the door behind her. She was bowled over. She could not believe it had happened again, and she was at a loss for what to do.

Should I leave the job? But if I do how would aunt Caroline bear my expenses? Those thoughts had been racing through her mind, forcing her to close her eyes. She failed to realize what to do, but she knew Alexander was not a sane being. He was insane! What kind of person would try this on his personal maid? She had no intention to depart her room considering she knew she could eventually run into him. In any case, it was his house as well.

Shaking her head, she twisted the doorknob and opened it wide enough to move outside. Her heart was beating rapidly, she was shaking badly and silently prayed for not to see him for the rest of the day.

She slowly moved closer to the kitchen, which was vacant. She sighed in relief because Martha wasn't there considering the fact that Martha might question her about where she had been. She began doing her duties silently, attempting to forget about the event.

Should I tell this to Martha? But then she wondered why Martha would believe her... she had only been working there for a few days and Martha had known the Kings for years. There was no way Martha would believe her, and she also probably lose her position if the King suspected Emma of spreading lies about Alexander, and she couldn't afford to lose her job... no matter how badly she wanted to leave.

She flinched when she heard some whistling from behind. She turned around and noticed a man standing in front of the counter, facing his back to her. He was very tall, almost the size of Alexander. His shoulders were broad and he was wearing a casual white t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair was a color of brown and hazelnut. The man turned around. He noticed Emma's terrified observation towards him and he instantly put his hand up in the air in defense. That might have confused Emma.

"Oh! I'm sorry miss I didn't know I will scare you," he said and smiled widely. He had a beautiful smile and eyes that shone brightly.

"It's not a problem, master Liam," she muttered softly and went back to do her work.

"Mhhm. So, how are you miss Emma?" She was shocked when she heard him asking that. She gulped and felt nervous because never in her life had any guy ever tried to talk to her.

"I-I'm fine master, thank you," she felt rude for not asking him back. But she was too shocked and scared.

He smiled at her warmly. "You know, since no one is around you can call me by my name," she stared at him with big eyes which kind of amused him.

"N-no I'm sorry, I cannot do this; it's not allowed, and if I did...I might get fired," she answered. He laughed. It was the kind of laugh that would make any girl fall for him.

"No, my darling, no one will fire you from the job because I'm the one who told you to call me that, okay?" She blushed at the nickname. No one had ever called her by nicknames except Garcia.

"Okay, sir. I'll try my best," she smiled at him. Liam had a weird sensation in his chest as he saw her smile. It was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen.

The instant he saw her for the first time, he knew there was something special about her. No, she wasn't like the other ladies, she wasn't as beautiful as the other girls, she didn't have curves like the other girls, she didn't even wear makeup, but her luminous eyes were the best possible thing on her. They gleamed bright enough to make any guy fall in love with her.

He realized he had been looking at her for a long time. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze away, seeing a slight flush on her cheeks.

"Okay, so Emma I'll leave now. See you soon," he smiled and she replied it back muttering bye.

He left the kitchen with a wide smile on his face. If anyone saw him, they would think he had won a lottery. Emma was pleased too to have at least one gentle owner. But little did they know that they both were being watched by the devil himself.

Alexander

His blood was boiling rapidly as he kept a close watch on each of them. He hoped he could go back in time and remove that grin from her face. He didn't want any other guy to be the source of that smile, not because he didn't find it appealing. He aspired to be the reason for it all.

He didn't like the way her face lit up with that smile, which he attributed to his own brother. He clenched his teeth, but regained his calm and re-observed her. She was humming a melody while she worked in the kitchen. Alexander didn't want to miss out on the breathtaking view in front of him. He needed to get to work, but he couldn't.

"Son!" He turned around and saw his mother walking toward him.

She stood in front of him. "Are you leaving for office?"

"Yes I am, why?"

"Oh, I'll go with you too, I've some tasks to do, I'm going to have my juice then we can leave," she said and went to the kitchen with Alexander following her.

Emma didn't notice the mother and son entering the kitchen since she was preoccupied with her task. But it gave Alexander a devilish grin since it meant he'd get to see Emma one final time before he left for his workplace.

Mrs. King's voice interrupted the silence Emma was enjoying while scrubbing the kitchen tables. She raised her head to look at her smiling face.

"Oh, Emma! My dear, can you please get me my juice that I drink every morning?" She asked softly. Emma nodded her head and brought her juice and placed it on the table. She was trying hard to avoid his intense gaze on Alexander. But of course, she failed. He watched her every move quietly, not saying a single word.

A few minutes later they heard Mr. King calling for his wife.

"Okay son, I'll check what he wants and then we'll leave," she smiled at him and left leaving both of them alone.

Emma's heart was beating fast. She didn't want to be near that man. She tried hard to stay away and avoid him by doing her other chores.

He clenched his fists when he realized she was completely ignoring him. How dare this little brat! He couldn't take her defiance any longer. He took the glass, poured himself some wine, and sipped it while gazing at her. With a loud thud, he slammed the glass against the table. Alexander smiled as she flinched from the sound. He was aware that she was still afraid of him, which thrilled him even more.

He stood up and approached her. She was conscious of the footsteps but did not dare to move. She was too frightened, but also knew that if she didn't get away from him, he'd have another opportunity to humiliate her, and she didn't want that to happen.

Alexander came to a halt when he was near enough to her. He could almost hear her pounding heart. He placed his hands on both sides of the counter, obstructing her movement.

"Look at me," he said in his husky voice. She didn't wish to turn around and face him.

"I said look at me!" He growled.

She flinched and helplessly obeyed him. His breath hitched after seeing her eyes. No matter how much he saw them, he couldn't ever get over them.

His hand automatically went up to caress her soft smooth skin. He loved the feeling of her skin in his rough hands. She was scared and didn't understand what to do. She clenched her fists. No, I have to fight. I cannot let him do this to me again and again.

Alexander was taken aback as she stared him in the eyes straight. She scowled at him and pressed hard on his chest. He took a little step back, which was enough for Emma to flee. She wasted no time and moved away from him. But he was far more stronger than her. He grasped her hair and looked at her with enraged eyes. His face was crimson with rage.

How dare she push me!

He clamped his hand over her mouth and smothered her cries. She was sobbing by that point, knowing that her endeavor would fail because he was more stronger than her. He took her away from there, and because all of the maids were busy with their work and the other family members were most likely out of the house, no one could see them. He carried her down to the basement and dumped her in.

She stumbled to the ground and moaned in agony. Despite that, she managed to stand up and backed away in terror. She realized it was a bad idea to push him like that because he might do worse to her.

He yanked her up and pressed her against the wall, causing her to scream in agony. He seized her hair and muffled her screams with his hand.

"If you scream, I swear I'll slit your throat right now," he growled. She quivered but refused to show him that she was scared and glared at him. That made him more furious and he gripped her hair in a tighter grip, enough to make her go numb in pain. She tried to scream so that at least someone could hear her, but nobody did.

"Will you listen and be quiet now?"

He asked in a low voice which scared her more, she tried hard to not show it but she failed. She was too scared to do anything, she just nodded her head, knowing that there was nothing she could do. His large rough hands were suffocating her.

"Good," he said and removed his hand. She started to gasp and inhaled deeply. It felt like forever when he removed his hand. Sobs were leaving her mouth. Hearing her cry, he felt something in his heart... that unidentified emotion. He despised that and despised what he was experiencing at that time. He despised her tears, but he relished the power he wielded over her, and he relished seeing her terrified and powerless anytime he was near her. But a part of him always wanted to hold her, adore her, show her she was an angel.

But he knew that was not what he wanted. He loved to break people until they gave in to him. He enjoyed the pain.

He raised his hand to caress her cheek. Her eyes widened when she saw him touching her and backed away, sobbing more.

"Please don't hurt me," she whispered quietly and closed her eyes.

He came to a halt and fixed his gaze on her. His heart was racing as he recalled the first time he said those words.

"Please don't hurt us!"

He backed away from her. His heart was beating fast and his whole body was trembling at the memory.

"Why... why did you say that?" He asked in his heavy tone. She stared at him in confusion.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT!" He screamed at her making her flinch.

He was shaking in anger, his eyes were red and he was sweating heavily.

"Get out... get the fuck out of here," he screamed again. She didn't waste a single time and ran out of there. He ran his fingers in his hair trying to control himself.

That was in past, that was in past. Nothing is wrong now. He tried to calm himself, but he failed miserably. He roared in rage and hurled anything he could get his hands on from the basement.

He had forgotten about what he had left behind, but that girl... that girl reminded him of it. He knew he was wrong with her, and he couldn't care less.

But her words reminded him of something he had left behind a long time ago.