Apology

What he should have done is just come out and say he needs some sort of domestic assistance. After doing the dishes, I was so damned irate that it was unsettling. When I finally got back to my room, I was still pouting. It's not even that I was obligated to do them. I can't stand it when he always outplays me and wins. Indeed, I find it really annoying. I can't stand it when he always gets to make the ultimate decision.

This isn't how things are supposed to go. I need to be extremely irritating to him till he finally gives up on me. However, the opposite is true in this case. Sorry, but I'm really, really irritated.

This is not the way things should be. From now on, I have to begin devising solutions. Because if this arrangement continues, I fear I will become his actual slave. However, the type of slave is not specified.

I check the time. Even now, the evening has yet to reach its pinnacle. I got to my feet and walked out, leaving the room to seek out his quarters. In the end, I talked myself out of being rude. Despite the fact that I want to whack him in the face with a pillow.

As I opened the door, I noticed a mountain of paper bags. I just kept on with what I was doing. This hall has three separate entrances. I only knew about my own room, so I had no idea the others were like. Besides, I can't stand the thought of wandering around since I might stumble onto something I'm not supposed to. Tss.

I went inside the first door that looked interesting. Since obviously this is not his own space. Not a soul is there. Only a bed and some furniture are visible. As I remembered my room when I first moved in. That's why it's now shut.

Just staring at the door at the end of the corridor made me feel confident that it must be his. I moved in that way while grasping the turn knob. As expected, it's secured. To hide my anxiety, I clench my teeth and swallow an anxious sigh.

’Alright. Here we are.’

I knocked on the door three times before he opened.

I repeated it once more in an attempt to improve my luck, but nobody came this time. Slightly irritated, I decided to give it one more go in case he decides not to emerge. Now I must return to my room and engage in other activities.

Once more, I pounded on the door. And he still hasn't emerged from hiding. With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, I gave up. The instant I turned to leave, the door sprung open. When I saw that he was only wearing a white towel around his waist, my eyes widened and my jaw almost dropped.

Droplets of water are falling like bullets from his hair to the summits of his chest. The dryness in my throat had me reaching for a drink of water unexpectedly. I find myself at a loss for words. Emma, that's not in the script at all!

A tentative "Yes?" emerged from his mouth.

That was the only time I looked down at his level again. I feel like I spent a lot of time in his body. Uhm…

”I-I’ll just come back. I d-didn’t know you were…” I couldn’t continue my words.

I felt my stomach drop as he stared at me. As in, why!? Emma, why are you freaking out?

”No. I’m done. I should be sorry. I didn't hear you from the bathroom. Were you knocking for how many times now?” His tone was nonchalant. As if we didn't just have an argument at dinner.

There was no spirit in my headshake. I brushed past his gaze as I moistened my lips. I tinkered absentmindedly with my fingers. Again, why am I even here?

”Uhm, I just want to say sorry a while ago.” I swallowed my pride for this disgusting statement.

”I apologize for behaving in such a manner. I didn’t mean to be rude or disobedient. I’m not like that.” I uttered softly.

The conceit of my utterances gave rise to a pounding in my chest. I'm worried he'll get on to my 'under the table' strategies. Is my acting so bad? Gosh, I should have practiced before coming here.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt and stared him in the eyes, waiting for him to break his silence. He looked away to moisten his lips and then back at me. It's as if he's trying to come up with anything to say but can't.

”I’m forgetting that, this is all I have to pay in exchange for those millions. I’m really sorry.” I added.

”No.” his sudden words. He sounded attentive and I sensed a tone of disagreement.

Closing his eyes tightly, he muttered some curses. Seeing him move like that made me chuckle. When I was sure of anything, I felt an internal celebration. He likes it when women trip over themselves. When women are pleading for affection and can be petted with impunity. Nonetheless, I am a lion. So, my question is, what can I do about it?

”I…” He paused, shaking his head. "Stop thinking about it so much. You are under no obligation to perform such actions."

It was a small smile and a nod from me. Again, he turned away from me without looking.

”Alright. Still I apologize.” I smiled.

A sharp motion of his jaw indicated his displeasure. While I could still make out individual water droplets in his wet hair, I took a few gulps to act rational.

”I’ll go back to my room now.” I stated.

With no further communication from him, I simply turned my back. But before I had time to do so, I felt his icy hand on my wrist. I looked down at my wrist and back at him. He's putting his finger on the bangle he gave me.

"Hmm?" me.

That Adams of his shifted once more. I held my breath for a few more seconds, waiting for him to speak.

"Good night," he said.

A twitch ran through my mouth. Oh, that took me by surprise.

There was a happy nod from me before I said, "Good night."

That night, I went to bed much more energized than usual. This made me realize that not all plans are created equal. the same as my initial impression. As it turns out, I was mistaken to assume that being nasty to him would have any negative effect on his ego. Now is the time to exploit his vulnerability.

I've been thinking just that while I prepare breakfast this morning.

The spacious kitchen and many supplies in his pantry made me love making breakfast even though the prospect of serving him made me irritated.

I prepared a standard American breakfast. This is why I got up so early. Well, if he won't take this seriously, then I'll darn well slap these in his face. It's not like I'm his fucking slave, so he should be grateful for my fake generosity.

Poached eggs were in the oven when I saw his silhouette enter the room. His expression of horror at what he's witnessing is quite clear to me.

"Hello, morning!" I spoke to them in a kind tone and gave a tiny grin.

This man is now dressed for work. He's dressed formally in a black suit and white dress shirt. A few meters separate us, but I can still detect his masculine aroma.

For a while, I turned my back and bit my lip to calm down. Alia , pay attention! Focus! I untied the apron around my waist and put my hair behind my ears.

Saying something like, "I got up early and couldn't go back to sleep, so... I prepared all this." I elucidated.

He looked at the plateful of breakfast I had prepared for him. He made a move toward me, and I grew anxious. The table is still his focal point as he looks about. At this time, I am unable to decipher his feelings.

”Are you in a hurry? It’s okay. I’ll just eat alone.” I said.

”No.” he attentively said.

”Oh.” I bit my lip. “Then come and sit here for a bit. I’ll make you coffee.” I busied myself.

He walked up to the chair and sat down, studying me intently. Just the idea of him following my every move jolted me awake. When I was back in his presence. There was a glint of humor in his eyes.

”Here.” I served him his coffee.

He mumbled, "Thank you," beneath his breath.

Nodding my head in agreement while my heart pounded. I took a seat in front of him and began eating in silence, aware that he was still monitoring my every move. Not sure how I made it through that meal, but I did.

Seeing that he was finished, I got to my feet. So that I could clear the table, I started putting like items together. He just stands there, staring at me.

”Are you going now? Take care.” I said. I clenched my teeth when I turned my back to put the plates on the sink.

When I sensed his presence behind me, I nearly leaped. When his arms wrapped around my waist, it sent a chill down my spine. Inhaling heavily, I gaped at the running water. I pretended to be busy and ignored him in an attempt to appear unperturbed.

”Thank you for the meal.” he whispered.

For some reason, I let out a small chuckle. Or perhaps a bit anxiously? ”You’re welcome.”

I've been attempting to wash the dishes, but my hands are shaking because I felt him trace the arc of my waist. With the height disparity between us, his lips is at the top of my head. He’s massive alright?

”I’ll take you out for dinner tonight.” He kissed my head.

I almost turned into a rock, so I didn't respond to him. I feel like a part of me has just died. In that close proximity, I could feel his presence more strongly.