Chapter 1.1: Day One [UNEDITED]
["You're the moon of my life,
That's all I know,
And all I need to know.
And if this is a dream,
I would kill the man
who tries to wake me."
-Khal Drogo to Daenerys Targaryen, The Game of Thrones. ]
"Well, you're early." says Derek.
"I planned to surprise you in the morning, and I swear that I'm sorry to interrupt the both of you," he says sheepishly.
"No you bloody aren't," Derek approaches him and snatches his chips away. "Faith is your maid, I hired her."
His eyes meet mine as I flush in embarrassment. Gideon Camerons is home early, and I almost killed him.
I let out an audible gasp, lowering my head. I shut my eyes tight, chewing on my lower lip.
No way. Maybe it's a dream.
"It's not funny, okay? Next time you give me a call and at least let me fetch you from the airport." Derek breaks the ice. "You should remember that this is also my house."
"Who is she again?" Gideon asks, tapping his chin as his eyes scan through me. His hair is black as ebony, and he looks familiar. Those set of blue eyes haunt my heart.
"I'm your new hire maid, Faith Allen. Em, welcome home." I say reluctantly.
He doesn't say anything. He just stares at me. I feel suddenly vulnerable and naked under his stares, cold stares. My heart of its own picks up speed, hitching my breath.
"It's late," he finally says. "Get some sleep, both of you."
At that, Derek yawns. "You too, asshole. I'm watching you."
"I know," he picks up his food. "I'm still hungry."
***
The next morning after my nap, I hear a knock on my door. I glance at the clock.
06:24
Yawning, I force myself to get off my bed. My head aches slightly, probably because of the too soft pillows and mattress.
The impatient knock starts again, and I have to reply before I groggily step to the door and pull it open.
I raise my eye brows at Derek. He's dressed up properly and he's ready to go to work.
"Morning, sleepyhead." He greets me with a smile, causing me to yawn again.
"It's a bit early, don't you think?" I ask, feeling the strong urge to return to my sweet dreams.
"Just checking," Derek says. "I'm sorry I have to do this now, because we work early. How was it? Do you like your room?"
Who will not like a beautiful and classy room like the one I'm in? "I love it very much."
"Good." He says. "I trust you to get sober sooner, not now, of course, but remember your duty."
My eyes widen in awareness. "I'm awake."
He chuckles softly. "If that's the case, join us in breakfast, we ordered pizza."
Pizza? I just ate pizza yesterday, and who takes pizza for breakfast? "Alright then," I say, ignoring my mental note.
Gideon is nowhere to be seen, but the full pizza is missing a quarter. That man eats like an ox, but still, how can he possibly maintain his fitness?
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