The Sweet Nothings || ✓

"I KNOW YOU."

She trembled as he came yet closer if that was even possible, closing what little space was left between them. She grudgingly scanned his face.

His handsome face.

Oh shut up! It's no time to swoon over him!

Right.

"Leave me you fucktard!" She hissed and tried kneeing him in the groin. But she fails miserably when his hand slides down the side of her body to harshly put her leg back in place. And he pushes even closer.

A cocky grin graces his face as he looks at her closely. "Did you really think this was going to work?" He asks, softly chuckling to himself.

"It was worth a shot." Daria shot back and writhed in his vice-like grip.

His hands held her wrists above her head and he leisurely grazed the tip of his nose down the side of her face. An uncontrolled tremble ran down her spine as she thought what he could do to her.

"Stop doing that or I swear to God-" She didn't get to finish as his free hand harshly grabbed her chin. His eyes were blazing as he looked down at her.

"What? What can you do Daria Lynn? Might I remind you, I am in control here." He said and smiled.
"I recognised you the second you walked down that corridor. But I didn't think you will come right back to me, to get caught."

"I didn't come back to-"

"Shhhh. It's alright. It's done now. So why don't we negotiate?" He raised his eyebrows. "You tell me the rest of the plan and I will go easy on you." He smirked.

Why do all the guys with handsome faces have a shitty personality?

"Nope. Not happening." She said hastily.

His smirk widened. "Hard way it is." He slammed her back against the wall and picked her up lightly,
carrying her to the desk in the middle of the room.

Daria's head hurts slightly as she curses herself to have gotten in this situation.

Half an hour earlier.

Daria walked briskly, striding down the hallway in utmost speed. She had to reach the kitchen as soon as possible but the endless hallways and the confusing interior of the house had made her lose her way a long time back.

She sighs as she nears a dead end and turns to find a maid looking at her curiously.

"You are new here." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
Daria slowly nodded her head trying to calm her racing heart.

If she figures out, I am dead. The last Lynn of the family dead. Who is going to continue the family line? Who is going to take care of mom? Who is going to-

"You are lost?" The maid asked her with a quirked up eyebrow. Daria looked at her shyly, or what she though was shyly and smiled.
"Yeah. Can you please help me out?"

The maid looked at her with curiosity. "The first seven days of a maids' stay is solely dedicated to training, where they are told to memorise the place. You must have already gone through that and tested if you are roaming alone. How come do you not remember where to go?"

Oops. What am I gonna do now? Shit. Shit. Holy Mother of-

It's alright. It's fine. This is not the worst case scenario. You are not stripped naked, put in a wooden box and shipped to an isolated island. Everything is just fine.

"I am sorry I might have forgotten the way. But can you please help me out now?" She said slowly.

"But it doesn't make any-"