Chapter 19
Emma
Emma tried her hardest to sleep. She would never have left the house if she had known what would happen as a result of her departure. She felt terrible for Martha, who was almost in trouble because of her. But, at the same time, she understood it was no one's fault...but the cause for Alexander's rage remained a mystery to her.
Her spine tingled at the thought of that man. She'd be better off without him around her. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. It was also his home, so he was free to visit the mansion whenever he pleased.
She got out of bed and put on her clothes. She combed her hair into a ponytail and proceeded to the kitchen to know of her responsibilities.
When she approached the kitchen, she observed other maids whispering to each other. She was perplexed, but she didn't bother to think about it any longer. When she saw Martha, she asked for her chores, and Martha handed her a list of the things she needed to complete. She accepted it and got to work on her tasks.
"Hey, Emma!" She heard a voice from behind. Emma turned and saw Venessa coming towards her and hugged her.
"Welcome back!" She smiled and thanked her. "I hope you enjoyed time with your godmother and how is she?"
"She is fine and yes I did enjoy it a lot, thanks for asking," she replied with a soft smile. Emma was still bothered by the weird glances that she was getting from the other maids. She thought to ask Venessa about it.
"Venessa, can I ask you a question?" She asked softly.
"Yeah, sure hon go ahead."
"Can you tell me why master A-Alexander was so mad at Martha?" Venessa's smile disappeared at her question. It was obvious that Venessa was worried about Emma as well as Martha. Because they knew Alexander's wrath was the worst thing that anyone could ever ask for and both Martha and Venessa didn't want Emma to be the victim of his wrath.
"Emma...Master was angry at her because she let you out of the house without asking him."
"The other maids told me the same but...but why he was mad? I thought it was fine and that h-he doesn't care about the movements of the maids inside this house..." She replied. Even though her context was wrong. Deep inside she questioned it. Also, deep down she knew the answer.
"No one knows Emma. His reaction was pretty surprising. I've been working here for 2 years and in those 2 years I went to my home lots of time and sometimes even returned after weeks, but he never cared neither got mad for that. I only got a scolding from Martha and a warning from Mrs. King that's it. But yesterday...it was extremely unexpected."
It scared Emma even more. She knew Alexander had serious issues with her...she couldn't even name it. After those things that he did to her, it was confirmed that he was obsessed with her but she was still far away from understanding it. She was afraid of the fact that he might try to do those things again with her.
Tears threatened to fall from her eyes at just the thought of him assaulting her like that again.
"Oh god, Emma! Please don't cry. It wasn't your fault okay? Please don't cry. That's how master Alexander is actually. He gets angry for no reason sometimes. You don't have to get upset because of that everything is fine now," Venessa said while wiping her tears. Emma nodded. If only she could tell her friend the reason behind her tears.
"Now let's get back to work," Venessa stated with a smile which Emma returned. Then both of the girls went to their work.
Emma's tasks were like her regular ones, cleaning the room and gardening.
Cleaning room...it means his room too.
She hoped she wouldn't have to cope with him again. God, on the other hand, had a different plan for her. She had hardly gone upstairs to Mr. and Mrs. King's room when the devil appeared.
He was dressed in his gray suit, as he often was. His hair was neatly groomed, and his posture was that of a powerful man. His one hand was in his pocket, while the other held his phone. His gaze was fixed on his phone.
He appeared to be preoccupied with his task. Emma saw this as her chance to flee.
She quickly turned back and was going out of there when her feet collided with the wall and she lost her balance. Her mouth parted in a hoarse cry. She quickly covered her lips with her palm, hoping not to attract his attention.
But, as previously said, God had a different plan for her. Alexander came to a halt in the middle of the way and looked up from his phone. He recognized her with a single glance. Small and petite, with dark brown hair and a light complexion. It had to be her.
He approached her and knelt at her level. He could see her shivering and attempting to move away from him. But even her movement didn't disturb him at the time.
He only desired to see her. She had only been gone for one day, but for him, it had been decades.
"Look at me," he commanded with his deep alpha voice. She hesitated but knew that it was better to obey him that time. She looked up straight at him. Surprisingly, his face held no anger, no annoyance, and no danger.
His face was looking beautiful under the little light of that area. His eyes were sparkling, his sharp jawline was in the view. She felt like she was looking at a different person.
She didn't realize that he helped her stand up. When she came back to her senses, she backed away and snatched her hand from his. She clutched her dress tightly, feeling her hands sweating badly.
Alexander's strong glaze was still on Emma. He never wanted to look away from her. He wanted to hold her close and stroke her cheeks. But, he wanted to know why she went out of that house without his permission.
"Why did you go out of the house without asking for my permission, Emma?" She jolted at his sudden question and she felt strange when he called her by her name. It sounded...different when he voiced it.
It was rare for Alexander to call a maid by her name. He never gave that respect to any of the maids in the house.
"I-I went to see m-my godmother, master," she replied with a shaky voice.
"Did I give you permission?" She gulped and shook her head.
"Did I..." He came a bit close to her and continued. "Did I give you the right to do whatever you want here?"
"N-no master. I-I'm sorry it'll never h-happen again," she apologized, lowering her head.
"Hmm. I know it will never happen again. Because I'll make sure of it," he smirked at her. She was beyond scared. She knew Alexander was cruel, so she wasn't sure what he was talking about.
"And come downstairs, I have an announcement to make," with that, he left. It left her confused again. What kind of announcement it could be...?
She went downstairs after a few minutes and saw there were already Martha and all the maids gathered together.
"Martha, call my mother too," Martha nodded and went to call Mrs. King. A few minutes later she came and questioned Master.
"Son, what's wrong? Why did you gather us?"
"You will find out soon, mother," he replied.
"So, the announcement I planned to make. It's more like a command that one of you have to follow," every maid was looking at their feet, not daring to look in his eyes, even Emma. Each of them was scared to death.
" There are shortage of maids in my house. I hope every one of you knows that I'm pretty strict with cleanliness and discipline, I need someone who can take care of my house properly. So, I have decided to take any one of the maids from here with me to my house," that shook everyone...
"But son, why any maid from here? You can easily have a new and experienced one as you like everything in your house clean and perfect."
"My decision is initial mom. I'm taking a maid from here. I don't have any useless time to look for a new maid," his mother nodded in defeat.
Emma could already feel his intense stare at him. She didn't dare look up as she was extremely scared to look at him.
Alexander, on the other hand, was finally happy that he took the first step of his plan.
"Which one of them you want to take son?" Mrs. King asked.
Alexander's eyes went back to the maids. He knew what he was doing. He knew that it was the right thing to do at that time.
He extended his hand and pointed at the girl he desired to pick.
"This one," he stated. Everyone looked up and their reaction was a mixture of horror and sympathy for the girl.
That girl was none other than Emma.
