The Untold

Chapter 17.

17h45 - Mansion in Daejeon

The sun was already beginning to disappear when we stopped once again, this time in front of a huge entrance way of a much modern house, in the middle of a perfectly covered forest.

A big wooden door adorned the house front, covered in grey stones, two people standing ahead of it.

Always the housemaid and the butler, waiting for our arrival.

'How many houses do you own, really?' I asked her, walking by her side as her boots clicked on the stoned walk.

A smirk tugged at her lips 'I don't own this. I've only rented it'

'Welcome Miss' The butler was quick to bow at our closeness, followed by the maid.

I could recognize their faces from other estates I'd attended.

'Is everything on order?'

'Yes Miss. Everything is just as you asked'

'Good' She nodded, turning in the direction of the door, to go inside 'I'm hungry'

Even if different, the interior was just as beautiful as the other places I've gone.

Tall ceilings and grayish walls, a central fireplace in the open spaced living room, where six maids perfectly stood.

Y/N didn't care to spare them a single glance, moving freely in the direction of the stairs, supposedly towards her room, leaving me behind without a word.

Anger built up inside me again.

Because I hated how arrogant she acted in front of others.

Because I wanted her to stop pretending to be a cocky heartless bitch.

But just before I could actually go after her, I felt a pleading gaze screaming for my attention. And it was only then my eyes met with her light blue ones, just across the room.

Standing straight and oddly clean, her dark long straight hair shinned under the yellowish light of the room. And the glistening of her orbs was so obvious I questioned myself how I had not recognized her first thing.

Because I was distracted with her toxic behavior.

She was surprised, but not as much as I was, meaning she knew I was coming. And when her cheeks turned red and her head subtly bowed, I couldn't do more than doing the same back.

Because I knew who she was.

I didn't know her name but I surely remembered having to cover her mouth when she screamed for me.

It was the maid I'd had in my bed.

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Sitting on the dining table had never felt so anxiogenic before.

The table was covered in various types of food, displayed professionally and glamorous as usual. The moonlight shot through the tall windows comfortably, the fireplace echoed around the in the silence.

She was there.

Standing in her black uniform, waiting patiently for Y/N's arrival.

Not taking her eyes from me.

Not knowing what would happen in Y/N found out.

I did my best not to face her, eyes on the door. Fingertips tapping on my thigh, under the table.

Until they stopped, when she finally slid through the doors, wearing fresh clothes and subtly damped hair.

Fucking gorgeous as always.