Amaya Lennard is the daughter of Chef Jocelyn, a live in Chef at Saltburn. The two are extremely close with the family and Amaya has spent her entire life living in the castle with the Cattons, being that her mother has been their Chef for twenty pl...
Forking through my plate of Ratatouille, I have no appetite as I sit in on this dinner with the Henrys. I nearly croak over listening to the wealthy people conversations floating around the table.
Quiet and attempting to not roll my eyes every time I overhear bragging about real estate, vacationing, or social status, I catch Felix across from me lightly snickering as he notices my annoyance.
"What is it?" I lightly scoff.
"Just watching you enjoy yourself is all." He chuckles in sarcasm.
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"Might I add how marvelous you look in your gown tonight."
"Borrowed from Venetia." I ignore the blushing heat forming within my cheeks from his compliment. "I could never afford a gown like this."
"You could have whatever you want Amaya.. Just give me the word." He charms gently taking another generous bite out of dinner.
His attempt to flatter me upsets me even more..
"Amaya darling.." Sorrow suddenly fills his expression. "I never meant for you to find out about India this way.. What happened between us earlier today has plagued me. I love you. Speaking to you about this situation is dire."
Sipping out of my glass of red wine, I refuse. "Not here, not the time."
"India and any other girl at Oxford mean nothing to me, matter fact, any girl in the entire world! Only you my love." Felix begins anyway.
"Felix." I grit roughly through my teeth, not wanting to hear any of it.
"Amaya my love, you're not listening!" He continues persistently. "I never meant for it to seem as if I were keeping a secret from you. You are my other half, I tell you everything! These.. hookups occurred during nights of being absolutely shitfaced. With women who used me for nothing more but my social status-"
"FELIX." I interrupt sternly, dropping a heavy fist onto the table. "For Christ's sake! Shut the hell up! I'm trying to be decent but I'm this close to pouring this glass of wine into your lap."
My voice accidentally grows too loudly as attentive eyes from a young red headed Henry looks this way.
"Can I help you Henry?" I fume lightly.
"Oh." He smiles nervously. "Henry's my father, I'm Junior."
Is he fucking with me?
"You're Henry Junior?" Vexed, I chuckle in absolute disbelief. "So that makes you still fucking Henry now doesn't it?"
