A New Maid And A Beautiful Bachelor Don't Mix!

A New Maid And A Beautiful Bachelor Don't Mix! :[15]: The Approaching Storm

"I can't believe that's little wretch is interfering in my plans again!"Amber Livingston hisses through clench teeth, stalking through the street of London with flushed cheeks. She was so angry that it was nearly driving her insane. People who usually give her admiring glances were confused and petrified when they saw the tall legged goddess practically shoving anyone who got in her path. She was too inconsiderate to care.

"The last time I saw that little beast I had left her in pieces. Pieces! How did she mange to get back to together and waltz into the Myth's home? It outrages!" The woman growls, emphasizing this with her high heels slamming into the ground. Despite the fact she had paid a great deal for her designer wear, she had connections that could always arrange for a new pair in a heartbeat. It was one of the many perks of her job.

"I need a plan." Her eyes narrow as she places herself upon a bench. She needs a way to get that girl out of the way so she could get close to Dagan again. Slowly, the wheels of her mind begin to turn.

"I could give him a call. He does miss his dear Evett." She says, a smile forming along her lips. Oh yes, this idea just might work.

Picking up her phone from a channel bag, she quickly dials the familiar number that she knew by heart. Though she had last seen him when he had moved away, she made sure to keep in touch in case situation like this were to accrue. Of course though he didn't know that she had his number, but that was a different story.

"This is the Grail residence, may I ask who is calling." An aged voice chirps on the other line, telling Amber it was one of the maids. From the sound of it, the woman was probably elderly and one of the older maids that have been working for the Grail's since Devin was a kid."

"Hello, I'm an old friend of Devin, can I speak to him?" Amber asks sweetly, putting on the charm. If she sounded nice the more likely she would be able to talk with the man.

"Hold on." She hears the old maid calls for Devin. The man's voice was hushed as he questions the maid on whom it was. When she hears the maid say it was the woman claimed to be an old friend, she man' voice was suddenly on the other line.

"Hello?"The voice says, sending delicious chills down Amber's spin. She couldn't believe how alike they sounded.

"Hey Devin babe I-" Amber begins, her voice overly sweet as she talks but was cut off by the man's harsh voice.

"Why are you calling?"His tone took a drastic change and turns hostile; not liking the fact the blonde was the one who was calling him. Who was he hoping for? An old girlfriend perhaps? The thought of it makes Amber giggly with her horrible humor.

"Oh don't be like that. I know you love me."Amber says with a flirtatious voice, twirling her hair absentmindedly.

"If you don't tell me, I'll hang up." The man on the other line threatens, clearly showing his distaste for the girl.

"Fine, be that way. I was just going to tell you that I saw Evett today but if you want to be emo then let's end this call."Amber says while examining her nails, hearing a pregnant pause on the other line. She had him.

"Evett?" He sounded stunned.

"Yes, the cute little Spanish girl who you had a crush on a few years back. The one you broke her heart-" The blonde wasn't able to finish her sentence.

"You told me to break her heart." He says sharply, cutting her off in the process.

"Oh really now? Wasn't it you who was moving to America your idea. Saying you couldn't be with her because you didn't love her?" Amber says with an overly dramatic applaud expression. Acting as though him of accusing her was a lie.