The Sins Of The Past

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

"Sir Ares wants his breakfast in bed. He has a headache." Genevieve, the other maid who was in her mid twenties said. She was my closest friend among the servants here in the mansion. She knew about my feelings for Ares.

"I'm not the cook here." I replied curtly. I put the dirty clothes inside the washing machine.

Genevieve grinned. "Whoa! Did I hear you right?"

I avoided seeing Ares. What I saw two days before still registered in my mind. He and that girl, having sex. I couldn't stop thinking about it, especially at nights before I slept. His naked back... the way he pushed and pulled himself to her... faster and harder.

"Rachel, it's your chance. Prince charming is sick and needs tender loving care from mama." Genevieve teased me.

"Why don't you do it? I'm not done yet with the laundry."

"You're avoiding him."

"I'm busy."

"Really. He's asking for you, girl. Maybe he misses you."

My heart lurched although I knew it was not true. I grinned and rolled my eyes. "That's not funny."

"What is wrong with you? I thought you liked him."

"Not anymore."

"As in G-O-N-E... gone?" Genevieve snapped her fingers in the air.

I nodded.

"Wow. That's fast."

"He's not prince charming material."

"Well... well... well... I'm glad you realized it. He won't notice girls like us."

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I was cleaning the picture frames in the living room when Ares appeared behind me. I pretended not to notice him and continued with my work. I could sense his eyes following my movements.

I got nervous.

I went to the Victorian sofa set and wiped the big mahogany center table. Ares followed me there and sat on the couch. He even put his feet on top of the center table.

Darn! Why is he here? He's supposed to be in the office for his business training.

I stopped cleaning the table and stood up to go.

"Rachel."

I stopped and looked at him with cold eyes.

"There's still dirt on the table."

I wanted to slap him right at that moment and erase the smirk off his face.

I went down on my knees, and sprayed and wiped the center table again. Rubbing vigorously including the sides where his feet were.

"I'm thirsty." He said.

I ignored him, as if I hadn't heard him. I continued rubbing the table.

"I said, I'm thirsty." He said again, emphasizing each word.

I gritted my teeth. I had no choice but to get him a glass of water. But when I came back, he was gone.

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"Rachel, Sir Ares wants you to read the morning paper to him." Mrs. Diaz said the following day. "He's at the breakfast table."

"I only read for Mr. Niarchos. Sir Ares is young, he has good eyesight."

"Dear, he's asking for you. Stop arguing and go to him."

"Tell him I have a headache." I rubbed my temple. I really had a headache. I wasn't able to sleep well last night. I kept on thinking about Ares and the girl. Last night, I woke up sweating. I dreamed about Ares... having sex, but not with the girl... it was with me.