Stringed by Hate

Scarlett

Somehow his words can't get out of my head. Energy passed through me as electricity on the thought of his hands ripping ny clothes out. Excitement was in my veins taking over my pain of being in this new house.

This was a beautiful place with the extraordinary architecture and furnitures. The black kitchen with marble shelves and a big oven took my heart. I finally felt that there was a place where I could feel like home. Sometimes all we need is a  break from reality. Cooking in the sound of rain was my break. There was a piece of heaven in this beautiful hell.

I met the housekeeper Johanna who was also Italian like me. I strictly told her not to cook in my kitchen. She literally got upset but when I requested her that I cannot do it without her , she smiled with pride on her slightly wrinkled face. Her blue eyes was shining with optimism.
"Johanna, How bad is Sebastian?"
"Mr. Cameron, He..."
She was kind of lost in her thoughts when she spoke again.
"He is very.. disciplined. Clean like a slate. His anger can even bring tsunami in ocean. He is so..."
"Fierce and dangerous" I added with a tear in my eyes.
"Yes Ma'am." "But ..."
Her voice gave me a hope.
"He is also very compassionate. Altruistic. Even I am his housekeeper but he took care of me and every other staff like his own family. He and his brothers are murderers for the world but they would burn every human part if someone made their family cry. They were ruthless but they could make this world go weak on theit knees for their women."

My heart sobbed at the thought that I was not his women. He doesn't love me. I will have to suffer his tortures.

All I could manage to say was "Hmm".
We heard the footsteps echoing in the house.

"He's here Ma'am. I better go to work."
I was confused at her reactions when I tilted my head to look at him.

Fuck.
Gorgeous.