With Love

Chapter Twenty-One

FYI remember that Amari's music is blaring from her room.

**WARNING graphic and violent content may be shown in this chapter, please be advised**

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The housekeeper spun around on her heel in shock. "Apologies Miss, I didn't mean to snoop."

I raised an eyebrow. "Obviously you did, if you were." She shuffled on her feet nervously but something didn't seem right. Her nervous posture looked exaggerated like she wasn't scared at all, just playing a part to not get in trouble.

She bowed her head. "I'm sorry, I'll get out of your way." She packed everything back into the drawer before pushing it closed. She moved to leave.

"While you're here, can you please help me make the bed?" I asked politely, gesturing to my still sore arm. She tucked a piece of auburn hair behind her ears and smoothed out her pants.

"Of course Miss Love," she bowed her head again and stood on one side of the bed while I stepped to the other.

I tilted my head at her as I lifted the comforter. "You don't look familiar, are you new?" I asked. "Did Donald hire you?"

Her eyes darted towards mine and I noted the pale green in them. "Yes, ma'am, Donald hired me a few days ago, I've been learning the ropes but this morning he trusted me to tidy your room."

"Then Donald put his trust in the wrong person, hmm?" I asked innocently in her direction, pointedly looking at my nightstand. She glanced over her shoulder, her face turning red and I spotted a small red stain on the collar of her shirt.

She looked up at me with big eyes and a small pout on her face. "Please don't tell him I snooped, I promise to never do it again," she pleaded, blinking those wide eyes.

"I can assure you I won't tell Donald a thing," I said with a warm smile, tugging on the comforter slightly, "Mainly because Donald doesn't exist."

She froze, her hands dropping the comforter. Her eyes snapped to mine and she launched herself onto my bed, her hands reaching for me. I darted to the side, ripping the comforter out from under her and holding it open, throwing it over her head and wrapping it, cutting off her air circulation.

On her hands and knees, she threw her body forward into me, causing me to lose my grip on the comforter and land on the floor with a thud. My body slid across the floor, quickly putting my feet under me as she charged toward me.

At the last second, I sidestepped her, pivoted on one foot, and shoved the heel of my palm into her back causing her to crash into my vanity. Her back hit the mirror, cracking the glass. Heaving breaths came from her lips as she glared at me. I debated yelling for help but Amari's music thumped from a couple of doors down making that idea useless.

"So, judging from the murderous gaze in your eyes, I'm assuming you're here to kill me?" I asked rhetorically, my eyes tracking every slight movement from her.

The woman bared her teeth. Okay. "You're worth a lot of money, ma'am," she seethed, her hand disappearing behind her.

I unclipped my sling, letting it drop to the floor, and slowly rotated my shoulder. "I know I am. And don't call me ma'am," I stated.

She moved. Flicking her wrist a pair of nail scissors flung at me, and I ducked. She ran into my stomach, knocking me on the ground with a slap, and I felt my back seize in pain from a second fall on the marble floor.

She tried to pin my arms next to my head as she crawled up my body, her knee digging into my chest, making my breaths shorter. I curled my legs toward me and managed to knee her in the back. She rolled away and I climbed to my feet, kicking her in the stomach, eliciting a yell of pain from her. I ran to the wooden stool next to my vanity and I picked it up, knowing it was too heavy to use with one properly function arm so I held a hand on the seat, holding it down on the ground and kicked the leg, causing the leg to break off and hit the floor.