Haven And Chaos

55) Dirty thoughts

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GALE'S POV
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Ah shit!
What was I doing?
I had comfortably begun deriving pleasure and relief from a girl half my age. Was growing dependent on my daughter's best friend as if she was mature enough to handle me.

"Fuck! I need more therapy," I breathed downing and downed a quarter glass of brandy, letting it flow straight into my empty stomach. "And a new fuckmate."

I just couldn't allow myself to entangle further with Maya because of so many reasons like her age, her relationship with Cindy, and, her crimes.

"Mr Grayson?! Mr Grayson?!" A feminine voice yearned for my attention, pulling me out of my void before I could pour more brandy into my glass and disregard my drinking routine.

I glanced at Rozie's way and saw her standing a distance from the door in a maid uniform that was decent enough. Shamelessly, I studied her facial features, wondering why it wasn't someone like her that my body was craving for. Why did it have to be Maya?
"Yes?" I looked away to avoid staring too creepily.

She giggled. "Perhaps you shouldn't be drinking this early Sir. I could feel your gaze undressing me. Could it be that you've taken a liking to-"

"You're overthinking," I dismissed her accusation and pushed the empty glass away from me.
It really had been a stupid idea to drink before eating. And I was beginning to regret it now that my head was getting dizzy and my emotions were leaking.

"Breakfast is ready Sir. Please calm down and-"

"Where is the other one?"

"Huh?! Oh, you mean Maya? She's busy cleaning the rooms. I will be serving you, so please do let me know if there's anything you need."

I exhaled to relax my stomach as my gaze flew out through the open balcony doors to the beautiful morning sun lighting the world.
Someone was speaking, but I could no longer hear or understand what they were saying. All I felt was the soft cool caresses of a slender hand on my shoulder.
My head jerked in their direction, only to catch Rozie brushing a cloth on my chest.

I glared at her questioningly but she just giggled. "Sir, you had a few drops of your alcohol on you. You can't wear a shirt over such-"

"Just get it down with," I breathed averting my eyes elsewhere feeling too mentally exhausted to argue or reprimand her. She probably thought that she was seducing me with her gentle and deliberate touches. She had the guts to 'accidentally' brush her finger on my nipple and then glanced into my eyes smiling.

Good for her that my body wasn't as aggressive as it usually was because I'd have already bent her over and rammed the incubus demon out of her.

"There." She stepped away from me, sliding the cloth which now looked like a handkerchief in the pocket of her dress. "I'll get you something to wear," Rozie said moving entirely away from me and walking to the closet.

She was a bold seductress and wasn't even hiding her interest in me. Like many women, she was simply attracted to my looks. And maybe that was enough for me because I hated entanglements and clingy women.
She wasn't bad either, but every second I saw that uniform, only Maya's face kept popping up.

I got up from the chair. "Bring me the white T-shirt."

"Are going down like that?"

I turned my head and gave her an indifferent look, letting he know that she should drop the friendliness.
Once free of her eyes, I tried to hurry along the hallway and down the straight then straight for the kitchen. I needed water, badly.

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I opened one cabinet after the other. Where the fuck had they hidden the glasses? I felt like I was searching for some microscopic thing. And my throbbing head only made it worse.
"What are you looking for, Sir Gale?" That voice. That scornful tone.
My heart gave a rough pound before I faced her.

Her red curls were tied up in a loosed double buns and a gray scarf wrapped around her skull. There was a black smudge on the left side of the face from what looked like soot.
So did the rest of her uniform.
I frowned.

"You're dirty."

Maya's lips pressed together in a smile that expressed her urge to kill me that very instant.
"I didn't think one could stay clean while cleaning the fireplace. Don't you agree, Sir?"

My frown deepened further. "Fireplace? Weren't you cleaning the rooms?"

Without bothering to answer, Maya stomped into the kitchen and past me.
Still holding her silence, she rose on her toes and opened a cabinet I was yet to and a display of all glass sizes filled my eyes.
"What were you looking for? I'm your servant, so let me...serve you."
She wasn't even paying attention to me. Just busy opening the tap and letting her glass fill up.

"I... What were you cleaning the-"

"Mr Grayson!" Maya spat whirling around, spilling some water from her glass. "I am a servant. What do you think I'm supposed to do if not make sure you're living comfortably?"

Something pierced my chest, making my heart beat faster as I stared at her dirty face But what made it more dirty was my thought of spraying it with a load of my cum.
Oh shit! Shit! Shit!
That stupid thought made blood rush down to my groin till a tent of my sweatpants started forming.
This was the alcohol. I told myself, refusing to believe for a second that I was weak to Maya's nonexistent seduction and it was my dick that was growing loose around her.

I went closer frowning.

As she lifted the glass to drink the water, I snatched it from her hand.
"Hey!" She squealed.

"What?! This is my glass, my water, and my house. What are you crying about, you SERVANT!"

Her green eyes were suddenly filled with flames of fury that I had never seen before. And goddammit! They made me want to gorge them out and put them behind a display glass to look at every day.

"I hate you!" Maya hissed with all the disgust she could afford. But that didn't bother me at all. She was nothing to me. Her feelings didn't impact me at all. But her actions did.

I gulped down half of the water as she glared at me before handing her glass.
She slapped my hand away and the glass slipped from my hand to smash on the floor, shards of it flying on our feet.

Our eyes rose from the mess and back to each other.
Her fierceness seemed to vanish as a layer of fear began to spread on her eyeballs.
So she did fear me even with the courage she had displayed not too long ago?

"One thousand dollars."

"What?!" She asked confused.

I leaned down and closer to her, placing my hands at either side of her body on the sink behind her. "I mean, pay me a thousand right now for that glass."

Her brows creased and her eyes hardened. "As you trying to scam me? How can a stupid glass cost that mu-"

"Or you can repay it by going down on your knees."

She continued frowning and scowling at me.
"And you better hurry before your partner gets here."

"Wha-what happens after I..."

I sneered almost smelling her nasty thoughts. I had initially planned on making her pick up all the shards one after the other with her bare hands until they bled, but what she was thinking about was more fun. It stirred my cock to its full length.

I paused my lower half forward and let her feel the bulge she had brought about before whispering, "Do exactly, as you're thinking."
The excitement was boiling in my balls, making my cock twitch mercilessly like I was a teenager all over again. This could be counted as repayment for when I went down on her that evening.