I was so absorbed in my running thoughts that I didn't even noticed the maid calling me for more than 5 times.
"I'm so sorry. I was--- j--just thinking somethi--thing. You called me?" I spoke to her in a very polite and minimal tone. She was looking not at me but at the floor. Her brunette hair tied in a loose ponytail and her wearing a uniform that probably every staff here wears while they are on duty.
One thing I got to know after again landing into the place where my destruction started was that everyone in his mansion feared and respected him. And the same respect was given to me.
After we reached Brazil, César and I directly came to his own mansion where he lives alone or maybe he was used to live alone.
He told me that we have to meet his Família. Specifically they wanted to see me. When I first time heard this from César I was more than surprised and very uncomfortable.
I never even thought of meeting this man after 1 year where I was living with an extreme fear of him residing on my veins.
I was so sure of never ever encountering him, I didn't even told my brother about what happened in Brazil. Because I wanted to erase every memory of him from within me.
But instead that action took a toll on me. I became an insomniac. Meaning every night I would spend time with myself wrapped up in his thoughts. I would cry my eyes out for the whole night and the next day i would act as it was my inability to sleep that made me looked so vulnerable.
Somewhere I knew my brother predicted something must have happened and he tried so hard to get it out from me but i chose to keep my mouth shut. And when he realised that he started asking my friends with whom I have lost very much contact.
I still talk with them but I just have changed into this type.
I would keep people away from me because I didn't wanted them to see through me and in every other men I saw him except my brother.
"Ma'am I was asking if you wanna eat anything else. You've not eaten a single bite from the plate. " As she completed herself I looked at my plate which looked untouched and as it was when it was given to me.
"Uhmm Uhmm n--no. Thankyou. It-s it's okay. I'm just not having any appetite right now. " I said and stood up from the dining table leaving for César's room.
"If you want I can send your breakfast to your room?" She said with fear lacing her voice. I sighed and turn around facing her.
"I'm just not hungry right now. Please dont over work yourself. If I'll want to eat anything I'll let you know. " I said with a small smile on my face but still she kept her head low and nodded her head about to leave from there.
"Oh wait!! "
"Yes ma'am. " I really didn't like it when the staff here called me ma'am.
"What's your name? " I asked her as she suddenly stiffened at her place and didn't reply.
"Hey it's okay if you don't wanna answer. I was just casually asking. " I said feeling sorry to scare her but I don't have any intention to boss her around or make her afraid of me Or anyone here.
"Fernanda. Fernanda Martins. " She said now looking directly at me in the eyes.
Her brown eyes were so beautiful. She had long eyelashes and was more onto the thin side but had curves on the right places. She was really beautiful. The prettiest.
"Well, Miss Martins--
" Please dont call me that. You should call me by my name ma'am. " She said quickly and i just chuckled.
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FantasyAbigail dobrev. A big girl with big dreams. To be a fashion designer. Growing up she was always picked by people for her colour, size and dressing sense. Now she wants to make people beautiful of every shape and size. What happens when she has no...