Forbidden Love (BWWM)

Chapter 1

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My eyes fluttered open and I squinted at the sunlight flowing out of my small bedroom window. I looked at the clock ticking on the wall and immediately panicked. I woke up late!

I hurriedly dressed into my work attire which consisted of a loose blue dress, some white shoes and my hair tied up neatly in a bun. I brushed my teeth and flew down the steps towards the kitchen hoping no one got up yet so I could still make breakfast for everyone.

Unfortunately everyone was downstairs waiting for me with a cold stare, besides the children of course. They're too young to understand what's going on.

Mr. Adams is a very cold man. He never really spoke to me, but if he did, it was either to tell me to get back to work, or insult me about my race. And of course, if I want to keep my job or even stay alive, I have to let him insult me, without saying anything back.

I'm a slave, I'm nothing more to them.

Mrs. Adams was more or less the same, she's just a little considerate of my feelings, so she tries not to comment about anything to me.

While they're away at work, which let me tell you is everyday. I look after their three young children. They have two boys and one girl. The two boys are twins and they're only two years of age, whereas their only daughter is six. They have a son who is the eldest, he's twenty four. I have never met him because when I started working here, he was already moved out and working a whole lot, and from what I can tell, he never communicates with his family. I wish I knew why. However I know the little ones a lot and they are so sweet and I love them dearly.

Although I'm only twenty one, I do hope to have children of my own someday. I just wouldn't like the fact that they would be born into slavery, and that's something I would not want for my child or children.

"Why the hell are you up so late? We don't pay you to sleep in! You made us order breakfast." Mr. Adams voice boomed through out the large dinning area.

You can say they're rich, they have well paying jobs and owns this beautiful mansion.

Mr. and Mrs. Adams own a huge company, I'm not quite sure what the company does, but I do know that it's one of the most successful businesses in America.

"I-I'm sorry sir, it'll never happen again I swear it." I said looking down at the ground with my hands clasped around my back.

"You better not let that happen again or I outta do something terrible to you." He yelled.

"Y-yes sir."

"Now take the plates and clean them, and when your done, clean the floors. They're hideous."

"Yes sir." I said quietly.

I just washed them floors a couple days ago, the floors are spotless beside a few scuff marks from the children. He's mad so he's making me do extra work. But as I said, I can't complain. This is my job anyway.

I cautioned over to Mr. Adams and picked up his plate, and just as I was going to walk over to the next set of dirty dishes he grabbed my arm forcefully.

"I'm serious, you better not do it again." he said. I flinched at the the hold of his grip on my arm. It actually really hurt.

"O-okay." I stuttered.