She's The Beautiful Devil

Chapter 21

Odella piled clothes upon clothes, books upon books and plates after plates. Her nails were filled with the bits of dirt and dust which she had collected from around the house. Her clothes were torn and scratched and her legs ached to be rest against a warm bed. She knew that Kasienka would be ok if she just took a moment to rest,even a few minutes perhaps but Hristo wouldn't. He had been very clear; no breaks, no caring , no pay. Just a place to live for a few weeks and then Odella was back on the streets in her rags. With her family dead from disease, Odella was alone trying to get by with whatever she had.

"Sorry!" Odella heard a deep, manly voice say. The accent was unmistakeabley english and made her drop the pile of dishes in her hands. Falling to her knees, Odella tried desperatley to clean up the broken dishes. Cutting herself several times on sharp corners of plates and tiny sharp chips, Odella only stopped when a pair of big man hands grasped onto her thin hands. Looking up slowly Odella saw the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was wearing the finest clothes in the brightest colours and had green eyes which were tinted with hazel. He was big and muscular, his muscles pushing his clothes tight against his skin. His features were all chissled and looked as if they had been scolptured by heaven.

"Stop, you're cutting yourself! Please let me." The man said as he slowly let go of Odella's hands yet she didn't drop them but just let them hover in shock of the angel before her. After he had nearly pushed all the broken piece of china into a pile, he turned to look at Odella.

"I'm sorry how rude of me, my name is Alexander Samuels. Who are you?" Alexander said looking into Odella's deep brown orbs.

"Odella...my name is Odella...sir." Odella stuttered, her hands shaking.

"Oh please call me Alexander." Alexander said smiling a perfect crooked smile.

"Oh alright Alex." Odella said before quickly shaking her head as she realised what she just said.

"I like that name better, Odella." Alexander said with a slight chuckle. They were both steel kneeling on the floor only inches apart. "So please, call me Alex."

"I am so sorry sir, I-I didn't mean to call you that my rudness in inexuseable." Odella say, bowing down her head so she was looking at the floor.

"Odella." Alexander said, using the tips of his fingers to lightly lift up her chin so that she was facing him again. "You can call me Alex."

"Ok Alex." Odella said with a sad smile. She couldn't let herself care, she couldn't. She knew Hristo was not a good man and what he would do.

"Now will you be so kind as to accompany me to dinner?" Alexander asked and Odella shook her head much to his disappointment.

"No sir, I'm not permitted to eat with my mistress and master's." Odella said and Alexander sudddenly realised that she must be servant girl. Sadness washed over him and he wondered how he could not see it before. Her skin was dirty, her nails broken and her clothes were virtually rags. But how could someone this beautiful be used as a servant girl?

"I'm sorry I asked, I should have known." Alex said and stood up, leaving the pile of smashed china by Odella's knees. He knew that having virtually any sort of relationship with a servant would disgrace his father and the rest of his family. "I will just leave you be." He said and turned to leave but suddenly a fiery anger filled Odella.

"What because I'm a servant girl I'm suddenly not worth you're time of day? Is my skin not polished enough for you or my eyes not bright enough? Or could it possibly be the fact that I have no money in the world, not even enough to feed myself? People like you disgust me. I may not have much or look like much but at least I have morals. The kindness you showed me moments ago has now disappeared just because I am a servant girl. So please do answer me this; why am I not worth your time of day?" Odella said, throwing her arms in the air before quickly covering her hand with her mouth, realising what she had just said. She was done for.

"You're worth my time of day because you are a beautiful and clearly strong woman.' Alex said, walking back towards her and clasping her shaking hands in his. "But I am not worth yours."

"But I'm nothing."

"You're far from nothing because you have something I only could dream of having: a soul." Alex said before kissing Odella quickly but firmly on the cheek and rushing out of the room.

Odella stood there, alone again and slowly raised her hand to touch her burning cheek where Alex had kissed her. She may have a soul but he had the kiss of fire.