His Sinful Infatuation

Chapter 7

My eyes flicker around every corner of the room, watching guards, maids, and cooks walk around the kitchen. It wouldn't work. There's too many of them, too many people working for him. Making a run out of here would be pointless and stupid, honestly.

I can't ask his workers for help; that won't work. I doubt they won't just run and tell him on me. Snitches. Of course they are; it's their job. I sighed loudly and continued searching my head for all the possibilities. It's only been two days after losing my virginity to Ettore, and in those two days, he allowed me to rest and heal since he did kind of fuck me up badly; it took me a whole day and a half to walk properly, even now, I was still kinda limping, but it beats staying in bed and waiting for him to return all day.

I've been under this man too much; even my vocabulary is changing because of him. I'm just picking up vulgar language from him left and right. He's not good for my sanity.

My eyes snapped to the grand kitchen entrance that led to the dining room as two maids walked in, smiling and giggling with each other, but as soon as their eyes met mines, their smiles dropped, and they bowed their heads in acknowledgment. "Good afternoon, Ms. Maria. Is there anything you would like us to do for you?" the one with the brunette hair color said, staring down at the floor.

Do you see? They were happily walking in here like two friends, but once their eyes met mines, they dropped it to the floor and won't meet them again. I don't know why they're doing it; I'm not a scary person, not at all. When they do it for Ettore, I understand because that man's presence is enough to make a grown man piss their pants. That's how powerful his aura is. I'm surprised I haven't pissed on myself yet.

The two maids secretly looked at each other and communicated through their eyes as I kept staring at them. They seem to know each other, comfortable with each other, like they weren't just coworkers but friends. At this moment, I wonder what they were thinking about. I never had the luxury of having a friend who I could communicate with through my eyes.

Friend? Wait a minute, that's it. How could I not think about it? I needed a friend. A friend who works for Ettore, someone who knows about him, knows their way around the estate.

I could earn their trust faster than I can with Ettore, and one day I might disguise as them, and we can sneak out of here.

I'm desperate. I don't even know how to make friends to begin with; the only person I had even gotten the slightest close to a friend was Apollo, and he was the one to approach and talk to me. But he's out of the picture. I might never meet him again.

If I found a way to contact Apollo, would it be possible that he can help me out of here? I mean, by his cars, he didn't seem like someone who wasn't loaded. I know he's rich; maybe his brothers might even chirp in and help out an old friend.

I smiled at the girls and shook my head no.

"Well, if you need anything, let any of us know, and we will get it for you." She said, seeming uncomfortable with me around her. Am I that much of a bother?

"Well, can I ask you a few questions?" I wasn't going to let the opportunity slide.

"Of course, ma'am."

"Okay, good. Does everyone here speak English?" I was curious about that, and in the case that they do, it'll be good for my side; my Italian was a bit rusty, and I doubt they would understand a word coming from my mouth.

"Not really; only a few people here speak English, me included, and it's not that good." She said. Her English wasn't bad; sure, her accent was heavy, and she took a while to form the words and sentences, but overall she's pretty good.