Unadulterated Pleasure

10: You're Fired

Amara moved around the kitchen as soft music played over the speaker. She had everything she needed to make brownies, and she couldn't keep her excited energy at bay. Dorian was coming home that afternoon, and she wanted to have something to greet him with. She'd learned that he liked chocolate brownies, and Amara was happy to make them for him.

Like any time, she'd cooked something for Dorian, she found herself nervous that he would like it, but also excited for him to try it. Amara was sure a bit of her excitement had to do with the fact that he'd been gone for two weeks, and while she'd spoken to him every night, it wasn't the same as him being there. Amara had known she was going to miss him; she just hadn't realized how much.

It wasn't long before Amara found herself dancing around to the music that played as she mixed her ingredients together. So lost in what she was doing, she hadn't realized anyone else had answered the kitchen.

"Why is it that every time I come into the kitchen, you're in here playing like a child?"

Amara whipped around at the sound of Mona's angry voice to see her standing at the entry of the kitchen. The older woman had her hands on her hips, and a fierce glare aimed right at Amara.

"I'm... not playing," Amara responded softly after a moment.

Mona raised an eyebrow at her as she walked further into the kitchen toward Amara, who found herself unconsciously taking a step back.

"Clean this mess up and get out."

"No," Amara responded quietly. "I'm making brownies for Dorian and-"

"I don't care." Mona cut her off. "Do as I say."

Amara placed the bowl down on the countertop, as she nibbled her lower lip. She knew that Mona's dislike of her was because she was a brown, but aside from her and Austin, no one else in the house had a problem with her, or if they did, Amara didn't know it. She took a deep breath as Sabrena's words played in her mind.

"I don't...I don't work here. So, I don't have to listen to you." Amara informed Mona as if the other woman didn't already know. She just didn't care.

"You're a pet. A body to warm Mr. Slade's bed and spread your legs when he demands it. So, know your place," Mona sneered.

"I'm not a pet," Amara responded.

She knew that what Mona was saying was untrue, if for no other reason than Dorian had gone out of his way to show her as much. He wasn't pressuring her to sleep with him and had even agreed to wait until after they were joined. His wanting to join with her was proof enough.

"Leave me alone so I can finish," Amara then stated.

She went to grab the bowl again, only to have Mona grab it at the same time. There was a slight back and forth of them pulling the bowl.

"Let go," Mona demanded, and Amara knew she should have, at any other time she may have felt bad about it, but not then.

Not when she did exactly what Mona stated, and let the bowl go. Pushing it towards the other woman with extra force and watched as all of the batter she'd been mixing for her triple fudge brownies hit Mona in the face and chest.

The noise the other woman let out had Amara's eyes widening because it sounded far from human. Amara found herself ducking quickly as the glass bowl was thrown at her with so much force. It shattered behind her, and Amara knew she would have been seriously hurt if it hit her. That Mona was trying to hurt her when she threw it. Amara may have caused the batter to waste all over the other woman but she wouldn't have done anything to hurt her.