His Housemaid

Chapter 13

My mouth dropped open as I stared at my phone. I turned off the phone, rubbed my eyes and turned it back on expecting the message to be a figment of my own imagination but life isn't exactly fair.

I turned around and frantically looked around the hallway expecting someone who looks like me to suddenly pop out of nowhere and yell "Hey cuz!"

As my eyes raked over everyone in the hallway I locked eyes with Ian who had a frown marring his carefully sculpted face. He raised an eyebrow at me and I shook my head giving him a reassuring smile as I walked towards my locker.

With shaking fingers, I took out my books and walked towards my next class.

All I remember from the lesson is the tutor's greeting.

Through out the lesson, my concentrated mind couldn't stop wandering around.

My parents hated to talk about their family. Whenever I would bring it up the atmosphere would become tense and my parents would exchange worrisome glances which was a clear indication that the topic should never be brought up.

And so I stopped asking.

Which I now realised was a very big mistake.
If I had made enquires about my family's family I could trap my so-called cousin with it.

Buried knee deep in my present conundrum, I didn't notice William standing in front of me and bumped into him.

I was about to fall when he hurriedly gripped my outstretched arms and hauled me up and towards his chest. Since he used much energy than the situation requested I hit his chest and immediately blushed when I felt his rock hard abs and chest...

Embarrassed to look up, I hid in his chest and wrapped my arms around his back tightly refusing to let go until my flamed face had been extinguished.

But apparently I got too comfy and after approximately three minutes later I realised it and let go of him.

Feeling the stare of someone on us, I raised my head and made direct eye contact with Sierra who had glassy eyes and clenched fists.

I uttered a hurried 'bye' to William and scurried off aiming for the comfort of my bed.

I had finished preparing supper and was now tidying up the kitchen after washing the cooking utensils.

My exhausted mind replayed the events of today as I analysed and tried to make hypothesis.

Well-- that was until I felt a presence behind me. Knowing all too well by the tense atmosphere and my body's slight shaking I knew it was Justin.

I turned around and immediately regretted my actions. He was so close to me I could count the hairs in his nose. I cringed at my thoughts.
Bad description I know.

Trying not to look at his face and be provoked to actually count his nose hair, I looked anywhere but at him.

But just like I predicted, it angered him. Therefore resulting in his next action which was quite scary.

He gripped my chin and snapped up my head to meet his. I shivered at the intensity of his eyes and the amount of anger burning there.

"What did I say about William, Nicolette?", he murmured softly but even one with hearing problems could detect the anger buried in his voice.

He brushed his nose against my cheeks when I didn't answer retrieving a shiver from me.

I shut my eyes tightly and tried not to tear up. I tried clenching my fists and thinking positive but it wasn't working. I could still feel his tight grip on my chin and his angry gaze on me.

It was then that the tears rolled down. Every degrading word he has said to me over the past years came rushing back to me.
I couldn't hold it in any longer but I couldn't risk making a sound and letting his parents find out.

My bottom lip quivered as sobs racked through my body. I knew how this would go. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

When he saw my tears his glare softened a bit and his grip also loosened. He buried his head in my neck and let out a soft sigh. After a few minutes he pulled back and gently caressed my wet cheeks.

Wiping away my tears, he brushed his fingers over my lips, staring intently at my wet face. He then leaned in and gently touched my lips with his. Tingles shot through me coercing me to close my eyes.

As if cold water has been poured on him, he quickly pulled back and took a step away from me.

"I don't like repeating myself, Nicolette. But I'm going to say it one more time. Stay. Away. From. William."

And with that he was gone. Just like he came. Leaving me a mess like he always does.

Which made me wonder if there'll be a time where I can talk back at him. Or talk to him freely like Ian does. Maybe there will.

Maybe there won't. But... who knows tomorrow.

A/N

Currently 11:07 and now publishing. I know you guys are supper pissed but I just wanna say thanks for hanging in there. I really appreciate your efforts to support my book.
And please please check out my new book, Melody. It's super cool and way better than this one.
Anyway gotta sleep. So... Goodnight (OR good day to y'all )