Chapter 15

Alexander

He drank the entire glass of vodka in a few gulps, savoring the burning sensation as it passed down his throat, bringing serenity to his body and mind. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them to see the brunette beside him, her fingers roving around his chest and her tongue flirtatiously licking her lips.

Her face was smeared with want. At the sight of her, he gritted his teeth. Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin silk cloth and her face was fully covered with makeup.

Disgusting.

In that club, there were a lot of beautiful and hot women. He could have all of them on their knees begging him to take them if he so desired. But in his mind, there was only one girl.

Emma.

He closed his eyes and her face appeared. He couldn't help but shudder at the sight of her. Her beautiful eyes...her silky hair, and fuck, those lips. He could immediately feel himself get hard at just the thought of her.

"Emma," he muttered under his breath. Her name sounded so perfect coming from his lips.

Alexander opened his eyes and then looked beside him, the same brunette was sitting. Still the impatient look in her eyes. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her closer. She gasped at the roughness but yet the lust did not leave her eyes. He was looking at that woman but he was imagining Emma. She did not leave his mind for a second.

He left her hair roughly making her stumble back and poured one more shot of vodka into the glass and finished it with one gulp.

"Upstairs, the first room," he said and left the VIP room of the club and went upstairs.

***

Alexander woke up exactly at 8 am and wore his clothes, ready to leave the room. He looked at the brunette from last night and didn't bother to wake her up. Although he slept with her, all those times he only thought of Emma. All he imagined was her voice moaning his name, begging him for more. Her beautiful lips were on his while he explored her body with his free hands.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath and left the room.

I have to stop, no it can't be continued like this I have to stop thinking about her. She was not for me, she was just a maid.

An innocent girl like her, she did not belong to his world. Her status did not belong to his world. But it was hard to not think about her. He was sure about the fact that he wanted her. He wanted her so bad.

What the fuck is this?

He drove back to his father's house and got out of the car. He told one of the guards to park the car before entering the mansion.

He called for Martha.

"Yes sir?" She asked looking down.

"I want my food in my room and don't let anyone disturb me for the next few hours," he said and went straight to his room.

He closed the door after getting in. Sighing, he went inside the bathroom turning on the shower. Alexander took off his clothes and stood under the shower.

Do I just want her body?

He knew well that her body turned him on like no woman had ever done. There was a way he could do this. He smirked at his thought. That was what he aimed to do.

He dried himself and departed the room, wearing his regular suit. A few minutes later, he heard someone knocking on his door.

"Come in," he remarked.

Martha came inside and placed the tray of food on the table. He was expecting Emma to appear and serve him lunch. That made him angry.

"Martha, wait," he said to her when she was about to leave.

"Yes sir? Do you need something else?" She asked with her head down clearly showing that she was highly strung.

"I want to know every detail about the new maid, Emma. Tell me everything you know about her," he said with no emotion on his face. She looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

"Pardon me, sir. But, what do you want to know about her?"

"Everything," she looked nervous but yet commenced telling what he wanted to hear.

"I don't know much about her, just a few things like she used to live with a woman named Caroline Garcia. She is a poor woman and could not carry the expenses so that's why Emma is working here at such young age," she stated.

"How old is she?" He asked raising one eyebrow.

"She is 17, sir," she replied and he hummed in response. He dismissed her after that.

17, that's quite a young age but it's not going to stop me from getting what I want.

He instantly dialed his assistant's number.

"There's a maid in my dad's house named Emma, I want every information about her. Every little thing," he said and hung up the call. Alexander lit up his cigarette and laid back his head on the chair. He brought the cigarette to his lips and took a puff of it, exhaling the smoke. He needed to know every single detail of her, not like it was needed for what he wanted with her. He still wanted to know everything about her, every little thing. It was hard to get her out of his head.

***

Alexander's eyes slowly opened as the loud noise from his phone interrupted his short nap. He didn't realize when he fell asleep. He grunted in annoyance and picked it up seeing his assistant's name on the screen.

"Sir I have searched everything I could about the maid."

"Send everything to my email," after that he hung up and within 5 minutes he checked his mail and it was already there.

According to this document, her name is Emma Wilson, the adoptive daughter of Tina and Mark. For some reason, her adoptive parents had given her up for adoption to Caroline Garcia and since then she's been living with her.

So that's how she ended up here.

The information about her past life confused him. Why did they give her up? What was the reason that Emma was living with an unknown woman who was not even her guardian? None of these information was written in the document. Besides that, there was no proper information about her biological parents. Who were they? Why Tina and Mark adopted her in the first place?

Alexander dialed his assistant's number once again.

"Yes, sir?"

"There is some missing information in this document. Who are her biological parents? And why did her adoptive parents give her to that woman named Garcia? I thought I told you I want to know everything. So, in what fucking world is this everything?" Alexander roared out.

He could imagine his assistant struggling to talk but he continued anyway. "I-I'm re-really sorry sir, it was all I could find out. Apparently, no one knew enough things about her. No one knew about her biological parents and the reason for giving her up to Garcia is unknown to everyone. I even contacted the hostel, but they didn't know anything either," the guy blabbered. Alexander had enough of his assistant's carelessness, so he hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Okay, I don't need to know everything about her past life. I don't care about her biological parents or her newly guardian godmother. All I care about is that she is here in my father's house, right in front of my eyes.

Alexander gritted his teeth and ran his fingers in his hair, inhaling deeply. He needed to calm down, he couldn't forget what he was going to do, and he couldn't let himself get distracted.

But how much fun would it be if I could use her grief from the past against her?

He chuckled at the thought. Picking up the glass of the wine in his hand, he got up and stood near the window and saw his prey working in the garden. The view of the garden was quite clear from his room.

She was plucking the grass and was planting new plants. Her short maid dress was continuously coming up to her thighs and he could see the intense stare of the guards on her. That made him see all red in anger.

They better look away before I take out their eyeballs.

He could feel she was uncomfortable wearing that short outfit. He clutched the glass in his hand tightly. I thought I fucking told her to not wear it again.

Every maid wears it, I guess I just have to change the outfit design.

He took another sip of the wine and went inside the room and laid down on his bed.

Soon my princess, soon.