Sweet Vengeance

Chapter 11- Playing with fire

I yawned and stretched my arms upward. My eyes felt heavy but I feel better now. What a dream, It was like a real one.

I decided to take a sleep, just another five minutes. But then I realized I still have works to do.

I opened my eyes and sat down on my bed. My eyes widen in horror and realization flooded on me. I'm not in my apartment! Bloody hell! It was Fitzgerald's guest room where I had stayed last time. It is not a dream! I looked at my side but Fitzgerald was nowhere to be found. I breathe in relief.

'Maybe, It was a dream that Fitzgerald was here,' I convinced myself.

I took off the blanket and my heart jumped in shock when my eyes landed on my clothes. I was wearing an oversize white long sleeve shirt that was a mid-thigh length. I shook my head and relaxed myself. It can't be, nothing happened and I'm just overthinking.

Then a knocked at the door made me startled. For heaven's sake! Please let it not be Fitzgerald. The door swung open and to my relief, it was not him.

It was Ana, the old maid who attended to me last time. She was wearing a teasing smile while carrying a cart with foods. My stomach growled when I smelled the delicious aroma of the foods.

"Good evening Miss Miller," she greeted. So it's already evening.

"Good evening too Ana
What time is it? " I questioned. She put a bed table over me and prepared the foods on the cart.

"Eleven in the evening," she replied.

"It's late," I said. She nodded and smiled.

"I came here earlier to give you your dinner but you're still asleep and Young Master doesn't want to interrupt you," she stated. The smell of the roasted chicken made me hungry.

"Young master?" I asked while munching the chicken.

"Young Master Breece," she replied while sitting down beside me. I choked upon mentioning his name.

"Are you alright Miss Miller?" she asked concernedly while patting my back. I cleared my throat.

"Yes, I'm okay. You can call me Bella," I suggested. I tried the corn soup and it was soothing to the stomach.

"I'm sorry, I cannot call you that. After all, you and young master are," I coughed interrupting her to finish.

"Friends," I cleared and she nodded smiling.

"Can I ask why I'm here?" I queried. The last thing I remembered is that I was in the office before I blackout. Then I remembered also that I was hugging Fitzgerald. Damn it! It was so embarrassing, but hopefully, it was a dream.

She was pouring juice on glass and pause.

"The young master Breece brought you here. You had a high fever earlier and you were shivering because of colds. Thank goodness you are okay now. The young master had stayed her in the room, taking care of you," she told me dreamily. Heat flushes my face. I want to slap myself very hard.

"Did you changed my clothes?" I asked. Ana shooked her head smiling. I pressed the bridge of my nose and breath out. I calmed myself and convinced that was all a dream.

I finished eating and Ana left me alone. It was probably midnight and I can't sleep knowing that I'm here at Fitzgerald's place. I need to get out of here. I can't face him right now.

I was lying on a bed, falling into a trance, when the door snapped open. Who the hell can it be? My heart was beating tremendously knowing it could be Fitzgerald. Good thing I was covered with a blanket.