Billionaire Maid

15.

Edited.

I blinked my eyes open as I stared into the unwavering darkness. The temperature was too hot, I could feel myself sweating.

My limbs were entangled with Rafael's. Then I remembered where we were.

Rafael's house.

I turned my head and saw the alarm clock flashing... 3:22. What am I doing up? It's too early for me to wake up especially after the eventful night I had yesterday.

After managing to disentangle my limbs from Rafael's, I sat up, got off the bed and walked out of the room. I was sweating hard.

My throat was dry and itchy. I was thirsty. I walked down the stairs, holding on to the gold-coloured railings so I wouldn't miss my step as I wasn't completely awake. I was half-sleepy and extremely tired.

I walked into the kitchen and helped myself to a bottle of cool water. I drank to my heart's content and returned upstairs, with an urging need to go to the bathroom.

This is getting strange, I thought to myself.

I finished my business, washed my hands and climbed back into bed.

I sat up against the headboard now wide awake. I was tired but I wasn't able to go back to sleep. It's like my body doesn't want to shut down and my brain wants to process the things happening with me for some last few months.

I listened to the soft breathing sounds Rafael emitted in his sleep.

His features were so relaxed now and his youthful age was showing. His jaw which was always tight has loosened up, his tight-closed lips parted slightly, showing a glimpse of his white teeth, as he slept. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly.

He is so beautiful. Perfection indeed. I hope I'm doing the right thing because I could see myself clearly falling for him. I was on the verge of falling in love with him. That's if I hadn't already, I just hope I wasn't just a casual lay. I hope I meant something to him. I want to trust him so badly, that if I give him my heart he would care for it, treat it well but at the same time I am scared. I am scared that he will leave me and it will break me. I would be broken.

"Oh, I hope I'm not making a mistake." I said out loud to myself as I looked at his sleeping form.

I was glad he didn't snore.

I shifted on the bed closer to him and ran my deft fingers through his brown overgrown hair, I wondered if he was going to cut it. Anyhow he looks handsome.

He stirred and mumbled incoherently. I stopped my movement for a while then continued. His hair was so soft.

His voice scared my soul out of my body.

He had been awake.

"What are you doing up, baby?" His raspy sexy voice drawled out.

Baby. There's that word again. That makes blood spread to my cheeks and neck.

I'm baby. His baby.

"When did you wake up?" I asked breathy.

He lifted his eyes to mine as he lay down. He was looking so cute right now. For once he looks like his age care-free and young.

"When I felt your eyes on me." He said as a matter of fact.

So he heard.

He sat up and grasped my hands in his. His hands were so big in comparison to me. I do feel like a baby when it comes to him.

"Dolores, you're not wasting your time with me neither you are making a mistake. I like you. I like you a lot. "He said when I didn't say anything.