Hearing Caecilius and his wife (his WIFE, Grumio, get it together) talking outside the doorway to the culina, Grumio stepped closer, trying to listen to their conversation while pretending to write down recipes for the pavonem.
They were talking quietly, but Grumio could hear enough to notice that Metella seemed a lot more put-together than a minute ago, in his strong meaty masculine arms.
Did that even mean anything to her? he wondered solemnly. Had this moment of tenderness meant nothing to the domina?
Grumio's shoulders sagged. His very bones hurt. All this time, admiring Metella from afar, just for his tiny slip up ruined everything!
He dropped his pen. It fell and hit the floor, making a surprisingly loud noise as it clanged against the tile floor. He froze, and Caecilius peeked his face through the doorway. They made eye contact.
"Grumio?"
"S-sorry sir, it was an accident. It wont happen agai-"
"Understood, Grumio. Are tomorrow's meals planned out? That is your job, after all." Caecilius smiled a little, but not unkindly. It was more of a mischievous smile, like he was pushing Grumio's buttons.
"I'm working on it now, sir."
"Very well. Metella and i are heading to bed. I expect food delivered to my room tomorrow morning. Good night, Grumio."
Caecilius turned, and Grumio heard his footsteps, along with Metella's, padding away, eventually fading to silence.
YOU ARE READING
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FanfikceA lil f a n f i c with a love square between metella, grumio, Caecilius, and the amicus. I plan on updating regularly so stay tuned ig PLEASE DM ME FOR PLOT IDEAS
