Beautiful Stillness ✔️

Chapter 15: Painful

Chapter 15: Painful

A week later, Lord Damond still had not returned, and the mansion remained the same. It was sad and boring because no one came to visit. Without Lord Damond, Ulysses felt so down the whole day. Somehow, he missed his presence even though his heart went insane with nervousness whenever the man was around. He just wondered what his master was doing at such times. Did he have a woman, or was it just work? Is he faithful to the Lady of the Estella house? Is he ever coming back to the mansion? Is he engaging in a make-out session with that beautiful woman right now? Of course, naturally, that is how they are. That is how aristocrats behave. So no matter what Ulysses does, he will not fit in with their world, his young master's world.

In just a few days he will receive his salary. The month is coming to an end, which means it has already been a month since Lord Damond appeared in the mansion. He could not understand why he always thought of him. He feels like they are connected, because there is not a day that the man does not enter his mind.

Oh right, he is in love with Lord Damond. How could he forget the meaning of his feelings? Maybe Lord Damond has been away for too long, and that is why he is forgetting that what he feels toward him is what they call forbidden love.

Ulysses misses him so badly. Is Lord Damond thinking about him too? What is he doing right now? Does he ever cross his young master's mind? Because Ulysses thinks of nothing but him. This is bad; this is dangerous.

'Painful...'

It was already nightfall, and Ulysses was the only one left on the veranda. He helped fixing the plants in the garden earlier, so he went back inside the mansion very late. Alfred got sick just in time, so Ulysses was the only one left to take care of the leftovers like paint and buckets. It was also good for Alfred so he could rest. Ulysses noticed that Alfred has not been doing well lately; he looks anxious and tired, the same as Ulysses, but at least Ulysses looks better. Alfred is a hard worker; he just keeps going even though his body is bruised already.

What a tiring day.

Ulysses was about to close the main door when the gate lit up. He was stuck in his position when a fancy car entered and headed straight for the garage. He wondered who it was among the visitors; the Madame of the Theodores was not in the country and she had not returned home yet. Matron Aurora also did not receive a call to see if anyone would come home. Ulysses did not resist his curiosity and waited for the person who arrived to go through the main door.

And his heart pounded so hard and loud when Lord Damond finally appeared on the veranda after several weeks. Ulysses almost welled with tears; his young master was staring at him while smiling. They were far away from each other and the distance between them was large, but Ulysses could smell the wine on his young master's clothes. He drank. Lord Damond was drunk.

Lord Damond grinned and stepped closer to him as Ulysses backed away. The young master growled, "You waited for me?" He asked with questioning eyes.

Ulysses swallowed and backed away again. They did not really have a good history with meetings. Whenever they met before, nothing good happened, or at least it would be nothing but temporary pleasure. That is probably what is destined for the two of them. Ulysses shook his head in response and reopened the door to let his young master in, but the idiot went straight to the poor, startled servant.

"You could have left... why are you still here?"

Lord Damond tried to dominate his space. Ulysses backed away from every step he took. Ulysses was about to leave when the young master stretched out his hands, grabbed him, and leaned hard against the door. Lord Damond took a deep breath and covered his mouth so as not to create any noise. Tears welled up in Ulysses's eyes as the young master locked him in his arms. He pinned him to the wall while his other hand gripped his waist and pressed his body against his own.

Ulysses sighed and did not know how to avoid it. [What are you doing, young master?]

"You missed me?" he said in a whispering voice. And Ulysses's tears finally flowed when his master bent his neck and put his head there after hugging him. "I missed you... so fucking much."

The poor servant's heart was pounding, and he was about to faint from exhaustion and confusion. It has been so long since he encountered a scene like this from Lord Damond, and that is why he is feeling weird. He could not do anything because his young master was tall and big compared to him. Lord Damond's fine muscles and hard tummy pressed against his body.

[What are you doing?] Ulysses asked anxiously, afraid that an assistant might come or Matron Aurora might appear. He was even more troubled because they were at the door. Ulysses would not even be surprised if someone saw what his young master was doing to him.

Lord Damond was momentarily silent against his neck as he hugged him tightly, unfazed by their position. Ulysses was worried his young master might be asleep, or he himself might fall asleep; he would not last long in that position.

[Lord Damond...] He tried to sign, but the man would not budge. "L-Lord D-Damond..." He mentioned his name as he tried to push. The young master did not move; he was just like that, and no matter how Ulysses tried to push, he could not take him away. Lord Damond is stronger and tougher; Ulysses is nothing compared to him.

Ulysses started shaking because his young master still did not move, and his anxiety increased even more. He hopes he does not get fired tomorrow because of his current situation.

"Whiskey..." Lord Damond whispered later.

Ulysses sighed. "W-what, m-my Lord?"

Ulysses arched when Lord Damond's lips touched his neck when he spoke again. "I want whiskey... I need whiskey... Whiskey..."

He was slightly confused by his young master's tone and by what he wanted to happen. He is drunk, and yet he is still going to drink whiskey? And what is happening right now? The young master has been away as if he has already forgotten he has a home and a servant waiting for him, and now that he is back, he is gripping onto him for his dear life? Gosh, Ulysses has feelings too. And right now, the poor servant is seriously confused.

The young master is here, finally. But why does it hurt even more? He has been away with another woman. And now he is back, temporarily in Ulysses's arms.

[Loving Lord Damond... is so painful.]