slave girl

chapter three

🍁 I may be a murderer but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to kill my feelings for you 🍁

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Hey Bridget can you pass me the pocket watch for this customer here?".

Its been three weeks now and Andrew hasn't come back home yet. The first week, I waited outside on the veranda not minding the large mosquitoes giving me their marks.

The second week, I went to his office every day to see if he was there but no luck.

Well, it's the beginning of the third week and I'm just here sending prayers to any of the gods out there that can hear me so that he will come back soon because I'm getting very much afraid as the days go by.

I handed the pocket watch to the customer alongside her change with a gentle smile, "please do come again".

"Milena, someone is here to see you!" I heard mama Felicia yell from outside.

I quickly went outside hoping it was Andrew.

It wasn't Andrew.

It was Robert. He was standing there with a grim look in his face. His hair was slicked back perfectly and his facial hair was gone. He was wearing a long coat with leather boots. He is a very attractive man.

"Please do come inside Robert it's drizzling outside", I said avoiding his eyes.

"I have an umbrella"

How did I not see that?

"I came here with a message from the sheriff", his face still holding same expression as before, "He is on a vacation with Miss Madga and he couldn't tell you earlier because it was sudden. If you need anything you can meet Charles", He turned around to go.

That pain came rushing back and I decided to try and forget about my feelings for Andrew and move on since he can never see me the way I see him.

"Robert, can I come over for dinner t-tonight at your place? ". I said praying silently so that he will agree. His body went rigid.

He turned around and gave me a small smile, "I will love to have you around".

His smile was small but just enough to make me swoon but I didn't. My heart fluttered a little though.

"OK I will be there by seven", I grinned widely.

"Sure", I saw something flicker in his eyes, "I will be expecting to you", and with that he turned around and left.

I went back to the shop smiling like a fool. I'm sure I look like a tomato but I don't care.

"That's weird", Bridget said with her hand on her chin looking thoughtful, "I thought only the sheriff made you smile like that".
I only laughed and went back to my customers.

You won't understand Bridget because I don't either.

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I arrived Robert's house by six-thirty with a bottle of root bear in my hand.

When I told Bridget that I was going on a date, she immediately took me to her house to get me ready. She brought out her ash box and her white powder. I told her I didn't want anything on my face but after minutes of nagging, she won. She borrowed me her plain red flay dress that had long sleeves and canoe neck. It fell inches below my knees. I felt strange because all my dresses stop either on my ankle or below my ankle. I went to her standing mirror and I couldn't believe how beautiful I looked. The ash she used on my eyelids was sparkling and it complimented my brown eyes and my lips looked puffy because of the gloss she applied on it.