Realms of Passion (Under Construction/ Editing)

3. No, I am Not Scared

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I stared at the costume in horror.

I blink.

He looks up at me, expecting me to wear this maid uniform. I feel like my jaw just dropped to the floor. I eye the piece of fabric and scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. This really makes me think what he's been up to.

"Uh.. Mr...", I said with hesitation.

"It's Daniel. Daniel Cain"

"Alright, Daniel. I will not wear this ridiculous costume. I don't know why you have this piece of clothing but-but I will not wear this!" I take the maid uniform with my thumb and index finger to fling it at him. He snatches it from the air.
"What, are you scared?"

"No, I am not scared! It's just inappropriate" I waved my arms in an attempt to show him how ridiculous it was.

And what he does next renders me speechless. He's laughing. Laughing at me! Me! How dare he? If he knew who I was, ha. He would be on the ground serving me! Now then, he'll be wearing a butler outfit. Ha ha. Ha.

Of course my little fantasy has to be interrupted with his humiliating laughter. I feel heat creeping up on my cheeks, no doubt leaving a very noticeable red color.

"You're so gullible, you know that, little girl?"

"I'm not a little girl." I turned around and made my way into the kitchen, ignoring him.

He followed me into the kitchen, "Hey-" But I keep ignoring him, playing around with some onions that are left on the counter.

"Hey, Stacy. Look, I was just kidding", he held my shoulders and spun me around.

His eyes, his beautiful eyes. His concerned face warms me up. I decide to play a little game with him.

I cry. And fake my breathing difficulty.

"Stacy, what's wrong? You know I didn't mean to hurt you", his hand rests on my shoulder.

I dip my head down and sniff, "Is it fun to joke about this? To make me think I'm going to experience my worse day over again?" Tears continue to stain my cheeks.

"No, Stacy, no", he gently used his thumb to wipe my tears away. "What happened? What do you mean the worse day of your life? Did someone do something to you? Who is it? I'm going to make them pay". By the end of his speech, his voice had become hard and angry.

"I was sexually assaulted," I said.

"I'm sorry, Stacy. I-- if I knew, I wouldn't have told you to wear the outfit. I swear I was just playing around with you." He looks flustered, worried that he's hurt my feelings. Seeing him like this elicits a laughter out of me. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and before I know it, I was bent over laughing.

Confusion momentarily takes over his features of his face. Before he finds out what is happening. He eyes the chopped onions that are on the kitchen counter and playfully throws them at me.

And I retaliate by sprinkling the onion on his shampoo scented hair. He groans and pushes his hair back. We keep throwing onions at each other, making the kitchen a mess.

Realizing the mess everywhere in the floor, we slow down. I look at him just before our eyes meet. And this knocks my breath away.

"Stacy," he looks at me in awe, "you hair is a mess." He gives me the most breathtaking smile I have seen.

I return the smile, and lean towards him. He does too. Before he realizes what he's doing and suddenly backs away, like he's holding something back. He turns away, making his way out of the kitchen.

"Daniel." He ignores me, seeming to be defeated, and I don't know what is happening. He was playful with me just a second ago, but now he is closed off.

I let him go. Because I need some time to think about this man too. This man whom I have just met. Although he seems a bit mysterious, I know he is a good man. I make my way out of the kitchen to the living room.

Finding a comfy couch in the corner, I hop on and take a restful nap.

I wake up to a loud creaking sound along with some soft moans and grunts. Scrunching my eyebrows, I swing my legs to the ground and start trailing to the source of the noise.

As I get closer, I find that the room is slightly ajar so I peek in. What I see shocks me. First the shock, then the sting.

I see Daniel, with his bare back facing me, on top of a blonde with beautiful curly hair who is moaning. The sight is like of two models, but I find it painful. Holding back my hurt feelings, I turn around back to the living room. But as I turn, my arm hits the door, creating a loud bang.

I look up to see both Daniel and the blonde looking at me from their position. I am so in shock and disbelief to actually do anything, so I freeze. Daniel's next words is a stab to my feelings.

I know I shouldn't be hurt, but I realize that I have fallen for his kind actions and humor. If he was so kind, then how can he be the man who I see right now with another girl?

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