Nicholas POV
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I walked to her, unnoticed, I made a rough sound and she flinched, almost falling. She got her balance and gave me a glare. I scoffed.
"You really have such great lying ability" I said and she eyed me.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"If I hadn't caught you red handed, I'd have believed that you really have nothing in there for me"
"And what's making you not believe the truth?" She frowned.
"You're still going to deny it? I saw your little trick to get my attention and why didn't you reply to my voicemail?"
"That I 'didn't do an impressive job?' Well suck it up, I didn't imagine your house was that dirty even though it looked nice and neat and now that I've seen you I have something to tell you"
"What?"
"I.. I can't keep working for you"
"What? you're quitting on your first day? Are you getting tired already or you're ready to pay me?"
"I'm not. It's just that working at your house is a little too stressful for me"
"How's that my business? You agreed to it" I shrugged.
"And now I'm undoing that agreement, can't we just find another way?"
"That's not my problem, if you think the work's hard then pay me and let it go and if you can't then just take it the way it comes until you're ready"
"But-- my doctor says I need rest" she said and somehow I hinted a lie.
"Oh really. What are you suffering from?"
"Restlessness and lack of.. Of proper sleep" she said.
"Okay. Since it involves your health, I'll let it go. But since you still owe me, will be my fling then?" I asked and for a while she kept quiet, giving me a shocked look.
"What!" She yelled and then lowered her voice.
"You heard me and besides it doesn't get you stressed up, in fact it gives you enough rest too. You can start tomorrow if you agree and rest today" I said and her eyes flew wide in anger.
"That would never happen you--
"See you at work today and a minute lateness means longer stay" I smirked and walked away, a small chuckle escaped my lips. She's way too hypocritical and timid.
Is she scared of sex? Why would she be when she's a worker of it.
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Jacqueline's POV
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I took the dirty dishes and walked to the kitchenette, I dumped them on the sink, turned the faucet and started washing them..
'will you be my fling then'
His words echo in my head and I chuckled in disgust.. that freak!
What does he take me for?.. I had been too shocked to even utter a word to him. First he claims he wants me out of his hair and next he wants me to work in his house and now on his bed.. Jerk. I'd rather swim in a pool filled with tarantula than stay a night with Mr grouchy ass on the same bed.
After school, I had walked home and got my clothes changed by a taxi gone to Nick's house because I had to do the grocery first and it took time. I got to his house and at his gate, I got a text..
'Work and leave, don't try to sneak around or take anything.. I've got camera's everywhere' I frowned at the text.. Moved in and started my work.
After cleaning and making sure everything was in order, I jammed his door shut and walked hurriedly to my job.. I was five minutes late already. Mrs Jamie gave me two options 'A fired statement or an extra ten minutes for my lateness' of course I chose the extra ten minutes and after it. I moved on to the next one, I arrived late and here I am, working extra minutes when I'm supposed to be getting ready to go home.
I chuckled again..
"What's so funny?" I flinched a little when I felt a warm breath on my neck and a voice directly in my ear.
I turned.. "Noel! What was that for?" I said in a hushed tone, passing a glare to him and he shrugged.
"I didn't mean to startle you but I was beginning to think you were going bananas cos you were laughing at the dishes" he said, taking a step back, probably knowing I'd hit him.
"I wasn't laughing a-- And what do you want here, you're supposed to be cooking the chicken" I say and he shrugged then rested his butt on the counter.
"I got a pass, the orders weren't much and Liz is getting the rest setout. I came to call you so we can head out together" he said.
"You can go ahead. I'm busy" I said, turning back to the plates.
"C'mon Jackie you know how boring walking alone can be"
"You've been doing it before, one day can't kill you and besides ma'am Aries didn't give me a pass yet since I arrived late" I said, throwing a washed plate to the drain board.
"Then let's make it fast" he said, moving to the drain board and taking the washed plates, then arranging it. I
I ignored him and continued washing.
"No, this won't do. Do the arranging and I'll wash" he took the sponge from me, without argument I let him have it and moved to the drain board to dry and arrange the plates and I couldn't help but watch how quick he washed.
After the dishes.. Ma'am Aries reluctantly released me and I walked home with Noel.
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Nicholas POV
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I jerked up, nearly falling over the couch I realized I had slept off unexpectedly, while watching a movie. I didn't know how I managed to sleep but I did and here I am.. Ending up like other nights..
I gave myself a shot.
Catching my breathe, I turned off the TV and sighed at the empty house. I stood up, walked to my room and grabbed my jacket.. 11:25, I grabbed my mobile too, checking the time.
I walked out of the house and sat on the porch, sighing the cold air out. I was freezing inside and I'm still out; in the cold. My body can be freaking weird , my insides feels like a frosted freeze and my skin feels hot.. Like a burning coal.
Normally I'd be sitting close to the fireplace or in my game room but today I felt different.. I needed the cozy weather and at the same time a warm wave. I relaxed and turned my phone on, I clicked on dad's contact and as expected I was directed to his answering machine.. Without waiting for it to finish talking; I ended the call and click on 'her' contact ID.. Contemplating between calling her or not, I exit it and moved to my mail..
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Jacqueline's POV
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"You'll do well Marth. Just blow him off if you think he's not your type. I need to sleep now. Nightie!* I sent the message and added a heart. I turned my phone off, get settled on my bed, lift the blanket up and was about switching the lights off when my phone beeped a message in..
Martha!..I grumbled. Why won't she just leave me out of her blind date that she doesn't like..
Well, on the second hand why would she? I'm her best friend, it's what we do.. Getting involved I'm each others life. Except some really shameful and secretive side.
Grunting a cuss, I half shelve the blanket away and grabbed my phone on the drawer, very close to my bed. I frowned when I notice it wasn't a message from my Facebook.. It was a normal SMS.. I strolled to it.. "Nicholas" I muttered the sender's name with a voice that held surprise. I clicked on it.
?Sleeping? The message read
My brows struck and I started to reply.
?About to. Why?" I sent and I didn't wait up to five seconds before a reply came.
?Great. I need coffee"
My face twitched in confusion.
?How's that my problem?" I sent and a reply came in.. So quick!
?You're my maid, stuffs like this should be part your work.
Freaking hot. No sugar and lots of whipped cream. You've got only five minutes"
?Wait, you're joking right. Do you realize what time it is?!!"
?I don't remember giving you a specific work time. 4 minutes 49 seconds" the next message read.
My brows furrowed. Grouchy ass!.
?Sorry but I'm on my pajamas right now and I have an early start tomorrow. If you really need coffee then get yourself some. Goodnight"
I sent it and realized it didn't send.. I was out of airtime. I sighed and tried again but it was still the same result.. I was about giving up and going back to sleep that I wasn't on from the start, when a message entered.. From Nick.
?3 minutes.."
Fuck off grouch! I seethe. I waved my hair back and sigh.
Looks like Nik will be having a long night waiting for a 'me' that isn't coming.
He doesn't even care about how dangerous going outside by this time is.
He only thinks of himself..
He should know I have a life too.. I'm not some robot he can order around and get to do all his bidding involuntarily.. So inconsiderate!.
I turned off my phone, turned off the lamp, raised my duvet up and drift to sleep minutes after.
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*Clink..bop.. Clink*
Those tiny but loud sounds jerked me up from my slumber.
*clink*
Alarmed, I hurriedly pulled the duvet over me and climbed out of bed. I reached for the switch and turned the light on.. Grabbing my Pj closer to myself, I pulled my feet into my miserable flip-flops and head out to the direction of the sound. It landed me to the living room and my eyes bulge out of it's socket when I saw Allan.. Completely wasted and broken bottles all over the floor. In his hand was a piece of the bottle and a slight cut that brought out blood was on his wrist. I tried to ignore it and move away but somehow I felt my feet stuck to the floor. Something must've happened to make him this way and I needed to make it no business of mine, I turned to head back to my room..
"Hey!" His slurred yet authoritative and scary voice stopped me in my track and I turned. He walked from his spot and got to me.. He cupped my chin and I narrowed my gaze on him as my insides froze in fright.. Like a flash, I felt a sharp, pricking slash on my left cheek.. Blood splatter from it and instead of crying, I agonized the pain in my breathe. He chuckled. He tore another side of my cheek with the bottle. I writhe in pain.
I should've just minded my business from the scratch.. I shouldn't have been too curious and a poke noser but the heck, who wouldn't have been alarmed by that noise. I thought it was a burglary. I had been in jubilation mood, thinking I had somehow gotten a pass from Allan today and here I am now.. Another mess.
I felt the warm liquid stroll down my cheek plus Allan strong breath of alcohol all over my face. I endured it with open eyes. Allan laughed hysterically again. His expression held pain and something else that I could put a hand to or decipher.
"I'm bad. I'm evil. I'm a freak! What else?!" He says with pain in his eyes and I kept mute, not knowing what to say. I didn't expect the slap that came next and I fell on my face to the cold floor, a sharp edge of one of the broken bottle pierced deep into my leg and I winced, trying to shift from it.. Traces of my blood ruled the floor.
"Stand!" He ordered and with difficulty yet swiftly, I got on my feet. He came to me and another slap met my left cheek, I staggered back. Trying to clear my blurry vision. The inside of my cheek tore and I spat out blood.
"She doesn't want me because i'm bad!" He spat.
I felt my stomach churn and I bent to tend to it when a slap landed on my back, hitting directly to my rib.. I staggered in severe pain and moved away, trying to catch my breath and ease myself a little from the pains I felt on several parts of my body.. He started walking to me..
"A-Allan p-please" I breathed out, stretching a hand out to stop him.
"Shut your gob up!" He yelled, causing me to shudder. I sniffed.
Please stop.. My insides cried as I lost my voice.
"I'll make you feel the exact pain I felt, when you sent our parent to their grave.. You slutty bitch!" He spat.. Dragging his tie off his neck in a rough way and at the same time walking to me. He got to me and by my hair he easily drag my completely worn out and fragile body, away from my spot on the floor.. I screamed in pain as I felt my hair being jabbed out from it's scalp.
I held his hand on my hair, trying to suppress the pain and at the same time, cried out pleading words to him.
He dragged me by my hair around the room and I steadied my feet to his movement so I don't end up falling and aggravating the intensity of the pain my body weighed.
After moving me tipsy-turvy around the room, he finally dumped me on the couch like a bag of weightless garbage; I actually feel like that too.
I tilt my face upward and moved the hair that mixed with my sweat and tears and plastered on my face. Like a bolt, his hands started working on my pajamas, in an effort to get them off me. I wanted to stop him but I knew better, so I just let him be.
He finished opening it and he flipped it apart.. I was bare on the inside, clad in only a pantie. With his two hands to the couch, he pulled his weight on me, climbing on top of me.
I sucked in a cry.
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