Only His Maid {z.m.||au}

Prologue

Prologue:

He blew out a puff of smoke from his plump lips, "So you think you know me?" he asked her, dropping bits of cigarette ashes on the wooden floor of his porch from his burning tobacco stick.

"I don't know you, but I know the kind of surroundings you've been raised in. You've been handed everything by your parents since birth," she spoke, knowing how unpleasant the truth was to him. "You haven't actually earned a lot by yourself. Your father owns the company you work for, he's the reason you can afford this big house. To be honest, you'd be nothing without him."

He clenched his jaw firmly, "What gives you the right to say that?" he asked her through his gritted teeth. He was obviously mad, not at her, even though he should be; yet he wasn't. He was mad at himself and how well she knew his life style.

She walked closer to him, looking straight into his doe brown eyes, which were brightened with specks of gold around his iris. "Because Mr. Malik you're the one that asked and I'm the one who actually spoke the truth," she told him, soon walking past him.

"If I only knew more about you." He mumbled under his breath, watching her walk inside his mansion as he stood outside his front door. She was secretive and uncanny, the aura around her was different, however in a good way.

She was captivating and not just by looks, though her beauty was even more enchanting than her personality.

She left him breathless, even speechless at time. She made sense to him, yet she was confusing. Her intelligent mind was wise and quite sufficient, filled with knowledge beyond her years.

"Anayah," he said out loud, recalling her name as if it was his own. He used it often, whether in her presence or not.

A small chuckle left his mouth, which was laced with the flavor of Marlboro cigarettes. He felt insane, a mad man if you call it.

A girl with no name, no real occupation had just called him useless, but he wasn't mad. Instead, he was  intrigued because she was the first person in a long time who spoke with honesty. He was ungrateful, unappreciative, and thankless.

Her bitter words were sweet in a way, maybe due to the fact that he liked the sound of her voice. To his ears her voice was angelic, a lovely melody that not once would he play it on mute.

What bothered him most was she could be described as perfect or flawless and he was only described as spoiled and unmindful by the media.

She was the complete opposite of him, nevertheless she and him were beyond similar.    

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