Maid For Him / l.h ✔️

18

~Beyla's POV~

I bit my lip as I plopped down on the couch after I finally finished cleaning the house, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. I'd been cleaning since early this morning, after I had made breakfast, and I was feeling worn out more than usual. However, Kira was supposed to be returning from her work trip tonight, and I still had to cook dinner for her and Mr. Hemmings.

As soon as I had plopped onto the comfortable couch, Mr. Hemmings suddenly came jogging down the stairs and stalked straight into the living room. He glanced down at me when he noticed my presence, raising a brow. "You finished making dinner already?" He asked, sounding a little surprised. Guiltily, I shook my head. "Not yet, sir. I was just taking a little break before getting started on dinner." I explained, peering up at him. He hummed and sat down beside me, frowning. "You should probably get to it soon. Kira's going to be home in a little over an hour." He said.

He had been nice enough to make it sound like it was merely a suggestion, but I had known this man long enough by now that I knew better. This wasn't a suggestion; it was a demand.

So, purely because I didn't want to make him any more impatient than he clearly already was, I stood up and headed into the kitchen to make dinner. I had noticed all day today how antsy and slightly on edge Mr. Hemmings was now that Kira was coming back home today, but I hadn't found the courage to ever say anything. Even if I did, though, something tells me that the last thing he wanted was to talk to me when he had Kira on his mind. He had no plans of telling her what had gone down between us while she was away, and I was sure that he must've felt guilty for it, hence why he was so on edge.

I was in the middle of cooking still when a set of heavy footsteps entered the kitchen that clearly belonged to Mr. Hemmings, making me glance over my shoulder at him. Not to my surprise, his eyes had already been on me and our gazes connected. Sensing that he wanted something, I gave him a smile and then turned my head away again. "Did you need me to do something?" I asked, knowing he'd probably just look at me in thought if I didn't ask him myself.

There was a brief moment of silence and then he cleared his throat. "I'd appreciate it if you could keep what happened with us from Kira. It was just a mistake, anyways."

Although I really didn't want to be hurt by his words, I still couldn't help but to be affected by them. I mean, it wasn't like I expected him to say that he wanted to be with me or anything, but it still hurt me to know he thought it was simply a mistake. I shouldn't have been surprised by this by now, though.

Not wanting him to know that he had hurt my feelings, I simply nodded my head and bit my cheek. "Okay, Mr. Hemmings. I won't tell her." I muttered, sending him a weak smile as I finished making dinner and turned the stove off before I turned to face him. He looked at me closely and leaned against the counter, frowning to himself. "Great." He said a moment later, sending me a smile that clearly showed that he was oblivious to the fact that I was upset. "So, what'd you make for dinner?" He asked, cocking up a curious brow as he glanced behind me.

"Actually, I made creamed spinach chicken with mashed potatoes and green beans, Kira's favorite." I answered, a smile forming on my lips that was actually genuine. Even though my actions may have made it seem otherwise, I quite liked Kira and I wanted to surprise her with her favorite dinner when she got home as a welcome back. She was very sweet and I really did like her, which was part of why I felt so guilty for what had happened between Mr. Hemmings and I. We had both betrayed her.

"Mm." He hummed in approval and I heard the sound of his stomach grumbling hungrily. "That sounds damn good." He said, causing my lips to twitch up. "Well, I doubt Kira would be happy if you ate her favorite dinner without her, so I hope you're able to wait until she gets home." I laughed, shaking my head as I began to wash my hands. I dried my hands and tossed the hand towel onto the counter again, looking up at the smiling man who was staring at me. "You have a beautiful smile." He complimented suddenly, completely catching me off guard. I blinked and felt a warmth creep up my neck, the color hidden beneath the makeup on my face. "T-Thanks..." I stuttered awkwardly, looking away in embarrassment.