Forbidden Love

3. I Can't ✔️

Lily's POV

I get it now, I get why the bastard was smirking every time he mentioned his aunt. This woman was killing me, I never knew I had this dark suicidal part inside of me before I met her.

From the very first second that she saw me she started torturing me. When I took her to get a massage all she talked about was how my car and ME smell like a cow's steamy pile of poop. When Cece called me on my phone she took it and threw it out the window saying that "I don't like when my servants and drivers use their phones in front of me." Seriously? Servant? Who the hell did she think she was? Queen of planet earth? Luckily it was my second phone and not my iPhone, so I had to put my iPhone on do not disturb. The bitch even nearly jumped on me when I took it out to see the time.

Then she went to the mall and refused to get one of those people in white clothes that run after you and carry your shopping bags because she said all of them are thieves. So guess what? I ended up carrying over 20 bags and following her for 3 hours, I'm not even exaggerating. God knows how happy I was that I wasn't wearing heals that day.

When I took her to get lunch, she didn't let me eat anything because "I don't like when my servants eat with me." I feel like the most patient person on earth right now, just the fact that I didn't kill the woman with my bare hands said enough.

She didn't let me have dinner either, I spent more than 15 hours following her around and I was exhausted. I didn't even remember my own name. I mean this woman was like, what, 60? How is she not having a stroke. I'm telling you, she has magic. No human can stand on their feet this long, let alone an ancient small monster.

And to top it all when I was finally done with the bitch and dropped her off at her hotel, the jerk called me to go over to his house. Seriously? It was 10 fucking PM and I still haven't eaten anything except for the gum I've been chewing on for the past 3 hours, pretending it was steak, and the lemonade I drank when she was getting a massage. I get how the Kardashians and the IMG models feel now.

He was talking on the phone with someone when I got there. I nodded my head at him as a "Hey" but he just went back to the couch and continued talking. I stood there for 15 minutes until the damn conversation ended. "Make me dinner." He said as soon as he put his phone down. "I'm gonna take a shower." I hated his short sentences. It was like he didn't wanna talk to me.

"What do you want?"

"Anything." He disappeared into the corner. Something was off. I could feel it. 'So I guess he's gonna pretend this morning didn't happen.' I kind of felt disappointed at the lack of communication. I wanted to talk about it. He can't just harass me and walk away from it like that. But now that I think about it kinda was my fault too. I mean I didn't do anything to stop him. But then again, I couldn't even if I wanted to. I mean look at the man's size.

I sighed and went to the fridge. It's time to cook. 'God I'm starving.'

I decided to make one of my killer pizzas which is to DIE for. It was nearly ready when I heard him walk into the kitchen and sit behind me. I was scared that he might try doing something stupid again, but to my relief he didn't. And why the hell was I disappointed a little? 'Because he's the most beautiful creature on earth and anyone who's not attracted to him is retarded.' I tried to make myself better by that logic.

I heard a phone ring and he picked it before it could ring a second time.

"It's Chris. What do you want?" He sounded...different. What's wrong with this gigantic toddler today? "No she can't she's cooking dinner." What? I turned around to see a phone with a familiar case on it near his ear. It was my phone. I went to snatch it out of his hand but he stood up and ,let's face it, I wouldn't be able to reach him even if I climbed the counter.