"What the hell took you so long?" Jasper pestered after a long night of gambling and liquor. The men went home as asses as the women went home trying to help their husbands not fall into the street. "Do you know how long I have to stay out there and listen to them talk about their silly lives that I don't give a damn about. You were supposed to keep the connections, not me. I do everything for you. And this is how you treat me. What is wrong with you Mr. Smith?"
"I'm tired!" Vivian snapped, trudging upstairs with puffy eyelids. "Please do me a favor and stop yelling at me today."
Jasper didn't take it lightly. "MR.SMITH COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'LL-"
"Stop," Agatha came up quietly from behind him. "Please, stop screaming."
Vivian took the time she had to spare and slammed the bedroom door behind her, making the two siblings jolt slightly. He turned around, livid. "We both know I never pay attention. Why are you speaking to me? you were out cursing me with your hate earlier."
"Well you piss off everybody that's not a privileged white male, and you hurt my feelings."
"That's a lie, and good for you dear sister! You have too many anyway, I needed to break some."
Agatha gave him a heated look and he sighed. "I know I may be a little harsh. I just don't want anyone taking advantage of you. Nor do I want our image to be ruined because you keep skipping off to see that servant boy."
"I'm not skipping off to see anyone," she quipped. "In fact, I'm taking some cooking lessons from this nice lady that works at the tavern."
"Why the hell were you in a tavern?"
"I was curious," she shifted her feet nervously. "I may have went on my own to search for the servant boy at first...but I found her instead."
Jasper looked at her with judgement and fury in his eyes. "That's even worse."
"No it's not."
"Those girls are no good Agatha. They're all unsanitary. Not to mention low life hackles with no sense of self worth whatsoever. I tell you from a run in experience with one of those good for nothing girls, they just throw it wherever the money is."
"Stop with the assumptions!"
"No, I'm not going to stop this. I forbid you to leave this house until you promise me to never go to the tavern again!"
Agatha gasped.
"Have I made myself clear?" he grumbled.
"Fine!" she spat. "But just know, you're killing my happiness."
"Which is the reason I wake up every morning!" he yelled back at her sarcastically as she stomped off.
Jasper whirled around when he felt a slight tap on his shoulder. The tiny brown haired maid was trembling as he stared down at her with pupils dilated. Though, no one could ever tell. His eyes were the darkest of brown.
"WHAT!"
"May I take your coat sir?" she asked in a trembling voice.
"YES, TAKE IT," without letting her reach for it he ripped it off his broad shoulders. Jasper almost threw it at her, but seeing her trembling small figure- he stopped. He halted his anger driven movements, and put the coat in her hands with limbs shaking with rage before stomping toward Vivian's door.
Back in the room, Vivian turned the lights off as she did so nobody outside could see her reveal herself. While she finished changing in her nightgown she was about to light a candle when the door slammed open.
"MR.SMITH! where are you-uff," Jasper groaned as he slammed his foot into leg of the dresser.
She let out a small gasp and jumped over the bed, rushing straight into the bathroom. Vivian slammed the door, but there was no lock for it. Her heart pounded widely against her chest as she stood wide eyed against the door. There was no telling what was going to happen to her now.
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A/N - let me know what you think will happen next (:
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Hiding from Mr. Billionaire
Romance"You cannot fool me, I know who you really are." His hot breath fanned Vivian's lips as she stared into his hooded grey eyes. "And if you don't reveal yourself to me, I shall do it by force" It is the mid-19th century. Despite society's efforts to t...
