"Irene...Irene," Mark waved his hand in front of my face making me come out of my flashback.
Blushing I quickly looked up and nodded, "Y-yes," I questioned.
"I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes," Mark said as he stretched and took his plate to the sink.
I mentally face palmed myself for being so out of it at the wrong time.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't realize I was being called," I bowed to show my sincerity.
"You could always make it up to me you know," he said as he pushed me against the wall. I was beginning to think he had a fetish with all the rough housing he did with me.
I pulled a straight face and got out of his hold easily.
"Sir, this isn't professional at all. Keep your distance," I was getting tired of his constant sexual contact.
He frowned as he watched my reaction to his advances.
"Well okay Maid," he responded coldly and walked away.
I know it shouldn't hurt because I was the one who rejected him, but I couldn't help the pang in my heart as I watched him walk away. It seemed cliche and cheesy, the lowly maid fell for the international playboy. Who knew that all his teasing and testing would cause me to fall for him.
Sighing I walked to my room and called my closest friend BamBam. After the incident where he disrespected me he grew to understand how I actually am and we soon became friends.
"Hey~" he said in a singsong voice as he answered the phone.
I lied down on my bed and stared up the ceiling, feeling my heart beat speed up as I realized what I was about to tell him.
"BamBam....I...I think I like Mark," I whispered quietly into the phone.
The other line was silent making me think he hung up, but then I heard him yelling obscenities and 'Fuck Yeah' multiple number of times.
"BamBam? Why are you yelling," I questioned as he continued.
"Because! Irene do you know what this means? Don't try to guess. It means, you guys will have passionate sex and make many beautiful kids and I will be at the wedding and I will plan the honey moon and-" I cut him off quickly.
"Woah, calm down BamBam. I just realized I like him. When did marriage and sex fit into the equation? And how do we even know if he likes me back?" I said as I covered my face with my comforter.
"Well...I guess you're right, I mean why would he like his Maid in the first place-"
I cut him off once again, "BamBam aren't you supposed to make me feel like I have a chance," I snapped at him through the phone.
"You're so bipolar," he whined
We talked for a few more hours before I started to feel drowsy and hung up on BamBam.
I stretched as I got out of bed and headed towards the hallway to get towels I will need for my shower. I turned the corner and saw Mark.
"Oh fuck, you scared me," I held my heart as I looked at him.
His face held no emotion as I spoke, "Who were you talking to on the phone just now," he questioned me.
"A friend," I said as I looked up at him confused.
He held my wrist and growled, "Don't lie to me Irene."
"Mark, stop! You're hurting me," I exclaimed as I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes from the pain of his hold.
He let go quickly and said "Irene...I'm sorry," he quickly apologized and ran off.
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