No, Master |√

Chp-2

I have liked one guy for Rafael's Character. I will post the characters on my Instagram. Do follow me there.

But For Rose I have no character in my mind yet so let's see. The moment I will like someone for her character I will post that on my Instagram.

And if you guys someone for their characters you can simply imagine yours. No restrictions.

Author Pov

Rose didn't reply she just kept on standing on the same spot stiffly. The only thing that could bring some emotions out of her was intimacy. She knew it doesn't matter whose touching her. She's just not comfortable with it.

But she also knew she has no other option but to give in after all this is why she was here anyway. She waited for him to go on and snatch the only thing she had kept within her.

"Are you ready to sleep Fiore?" There was something different in his voice that made her look up into his icy blue eyes.

Rafael smirked at her expressions even though she looked at him blankly but he knew what she was thinking.

"Not yet Fiore." He whispered leaning down to her face level.

"I want to know you better before moving ahead." She stared into his eyes with her emotionless ones. Her eyes held no relief, no excitement, no disappointment. She was blank and that surprised Rafael.

"There is nothing to know about me, Master." She said removing her eyes from him and turning her head away.

Rafael stared at her beautiful pale face for some time before letting out a tired sigh. He was tired and wanted to sleep badly. The day was hectic for him.

He had three meetings in a row and several papers to recheck before submitting them. The moment he entered the house he wanted nothing more than to jump on his bed.

But before that, he decided to take a shower. He reeked of sweat. He completely forgot that today his new mistress was coming to the mansion till he came out to take a bottle of beer for himself.

He was surprised to see a young girl washing dishes. But that confused him this work was of only Stella's then who could that be? He had only two people available in this house. One his driver and other his one and only maid Stella.

He was only in a towel and he was used to walking around half-naked. But the moment his eyes fell on her petite figure he wanted to know who it was.

He walked closer to her and then it hit him. That scent. That alluring familiar scent. Just by sniffing her tempting scent, he knew who it was. Rose. That cold stone girl.

He then remembered she was supposed to arrive at his house in the evening. He looked at the clock in the kitchen and it was nearly 9 pm she must have had her dinner.

Before going to work he had instructed Stella about how to behave with Rose. He even asked her to keep her in the room made for house servants. He never had any house servant except for Stella who had her own little house behind the mansion.

So the servant room had been empty from the start. He didn't want her to consider herself more than a worker. He was her mistress. And being mistress is also a kind of work. After all, he had bought her, they weren't in some kind of relationship.

"Tomorrow onwards Stella will tell you the things you need to do. But let me tell you one thing." He caressed her pale dainty cheek before looking at her with hard eyes.

The softness and playfulness completely disappeared from his blue pupils. He looked dangerous and threatening. His hard eyes stared in her blank ones.