Devil With Angel Wings

09

    Somehow the staff in this mansion gives me dirty looks whenever they pass me.

I hear whispers in my back, calling me a slut for sleeping with Mark . Sigh. I didnt know there would be dire consequences...

I want to tell them its not my fault. Mark was the one who called me so why did I get all the blame?

Apparently mark had never called any maids to his room before, especially not in the middle of the night.

Bastard, I was the victim, so why did he walk out safe and im treated as the slut instead?

I spend the rest of the day helping with the party preparation.

They're having a grand party tonight and all the important guests are coming.

The large garden is decorated with roses and fine tables adorned with silverware.

Its nearly night time when I hear someone say 'slut' out loud when I pass through some of the staff.

I turn to find three maids looking at me with such hatred in their eyes.

“thats why you're in here isnt it? To fuck with the young master?” one of them says.

I grit my teeth. “its a misunderstanding.”

“hah! Like anyone would believe that! Look around you, nobody believes you. Hey guys, do you think she's innocent?” she says it loud enough for the entire garden to here.

Nobody says a thing and I realise then no one here will be on my side.

They dont care if im the victim or not.

They're just pissed that their favourite master who's probably the hero in their wet dreams paid attention on me.

He didnt pay attention to me because he likes me. It was to hurt me. He intended to hurt me and I could see it in his eyes.

Im just a toy to him.

“it doesnt matter what you think. Youre not my employer.”

I turn to leave but one of the girls pulls my elbow and yank me hard until I nearly stumble.

“know your place, bitch. Youre nothing to him. Youre just a whore in his eyes so dont think youre anyone special. Drill it in your thick skull, youre just a toy.”

I shrug my elbow from her hold.

“i may be a toy to him but I am not a whore. What he does with me is none of your business. Be careful, otherwise everyone will know you want a piece of him too. But unfortunately you dont get a taste. Jealousy is an ugly trait”

before I can move, she whips her hand out and slaps me hard across my cheek.

I stagger backwards, my cheek ringing in pain.

My feet trips and I fall back, crashing to one of the tables.

Something hot splash over me and I scream in agony.

My back is on fire and I forget about the pain on my cheek.

Quick as flash, I feel large arms wrapped around my legs before someone hauls me up.

Its MARK.

Mark carries me through the garden with everyone looking at us in shock.

I dont pay attention to the others but only to the man carrying me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face on his chest.

I smell the musky scent of his cologne, and him.