Our Strange Fate

Chapter Fifteen.

I just love that cake design and I thought I'd share it with you guys as well😀🙂.
Anyways, here's a quote from Shakespeare that I think fits this chapter:

""Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd cupid painted blind."

Do enjoy the chapter.

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Regina's P.O.V.

I balanced the tray of food in my hands as I slowly walked to jerkface's room. He arrived from work a bit early today but he demanded to eat a bit quite late if you ask me. It was already past nine pm.

I steadied the tray against the side of my body with my left hand so I could use other hand to knock on his room door.

My whole body was on edge to see him again today. This morning he kept on barking orders at me. Not that he doesn't anyways. But his tone was much harsher and he even seemed to be in a terrible mood the moment I stepped into his chambers to serve him breakfast.

I kept on wondering how much more I'd have to put up with him just cause I spilled a bucket of dirty water on him.

Which I'm starting to regret.

Seriously I feel so bad for his crazy wife-to-be now cause it seems jerkface operates on a whole other level of grumpy pants. Maybe I'd change his name from jerkface to grumpy.

Now that seemed to suit him more.

Why does he always have to make me wait out on his door for a long time before opening it. I release a frustrated sigh before lifting my free hand to knock once again. I was about to knock on the door one more time before it swung open, revealing the young master in all his bare glory, save for the white towel secured around his waist.

I gulped slowly as I stared at his his board shoulders, bulging biceps, some drops of water glistening on his pecs and abdomen.

I need some holy water right now, sweet Jesus!

I have never been up close to a man's anatomy like this before but I had to admit, as much as I hate him jerkface is one fine specimen.

I don't know how long I stood staring at his body before I heard someone clear their throat, interrupting my thoughts.

"If you're done ogling me then perhaps you should get on with what I actually pay you to do."

I looked up to him and believe it when I tell you that this jerk had a sly smirk on his face.

Oh dear.

I doubt if the color of my face was as red as a tomato because It definitely wasn't. It was the color of the reddest red in the world. I didn't even waste any more time standing there as I quickly walked passed him and into his chambers, balancing the tray of food on my carefully before my clumsy self caused me any further embarrassments.

I guess I spoke too soon as my foot miraculously tripped on carpet in the center of the room, causing the glass of orange juice on the tray to topple over and spill on the woven fabric.

How I wish the floor would consume me now!

I quickly bent to my knees and set the tray aside on the glass table at the center of the room and set to work in cleaning the mess with a kitchen clothe I always kept in the pocket of my uniform.

I felt a presence behind me as I was hastily dabbing the spill. I kept my head bent to the ground and kept on with my work. Then I felt his hand on mine, stopping them in place with the kitchen clothe in motion.