Alexander"Sir these are the files you were asking for," Jonathan, his assistant, stated. Alexander took the files and began to examine them. He had made an agreement with Samuels for their new initiatives. As a result, he needed to review all of the data before making a final judgment."Like always, you will get the deal dude," Adrian, his childhood friend, smirked. Alexander didn't respond to the comment and continued with his job since his friend Adrian was an immature twenty-seven-year-old guy to him."Come on dude why you are always so moody?" He said and rolled his eyes earning a glare from Alexander. "I am busy, can't you see that?" He said bluntly."Whatever man, sometimes you seriously bore me. Now just tell me if you're arranging a party for your birthday?" Adrian asked him seriously."I'm not any teenager who has to throw a party every year on his birthday. I have important things to do other than throwing stupid parties," he said and placed the file on the desk.Adrian sta
Emma The entire home was spotless, the floors were sparkling, every corner of the house had been washed, and the old sofa covers had been replaced with brand-new ones with new cushions. After hours of cleaning and cooking, the servants were all exhausted.Adrian wanted to be comforted about the cleanliness and decorations of the entire house after Martha reminded them that Alexander's birthday was only two days away and that there would be a large number of visitors Alexander's friends. The color scheme was gold and silver. Earlier in the day, a few men came to the estate to measure the size of the golden-colored drapes that would be required to decorate the hall. Emma was never a lover of golden hues; she adored silver, but golden was simply a filthy form of muddy yellow to her. She like lighter hues. Her jaw dropped open as she noticed the glittering gold drapes falling down the creamy white walls. Her entire perspective was transformed in a matter of minutes. It was breathtakingl
EmmaMartha informed Emma that Mr. and Mrs. King were returning from a business trip and that she would introduce her to them. She was tensed with expectation. Martha also advised her to keep her manners as best she could.Emma hurriedly rushed to wash her hands and clean herself, knowing that if the kings saw her with filthy hands and beads of sweat glittering on her forehead, she would be expelled."Emma! Where are you?" Martha yelled for her. Emma dashed towards her. "There you are. Come on, you've got to be quick. Mr. and Mrs. King are here, and if we do not properly greet them, they will be enraged," she spoke at a rapid speed. Emma followed her into the living room with a tip of her head. And when she arrived, she noticed a lady seated on the sofa, a man in his late 50s sitting beside her, discussing something with her, and Emma standing behind Martha, feeling extremely anxious."Hello sir and madam, I'm happy you made it here safely," Martha said politely to them. "Hello Martha
EmmaEveryone was getting ready for the party, but the maids had to get ready before others so they could serve the guests properly. Emma and Venessa were both in her room. While Emma sat on the bed with her hair in a regular bun, Vanessa was combing her hair and applying various cosmetics on her face."Are you ready to go, Emm?" She asked her using that nickname for the first time."Yes, I am," Emma replied nodding her head."No way in hell are you going downstairs like this," she said placing her hands on her hips."Wh-why? Do I-I look bad?" Emma whispered suddenly feeling insecure about her appearance."No honey, of course not, you are beautiful but you really need to do some makeup. I mean come on it's a party," she chirped. Emma looked down and replied. "I don't have any makeup kit," Vanessa stared at her in disbelief."So what? You can use mine. Come on I'll do it for you," she grinned and made Emma sit in the chair, facing the mirror.Venessa was finished with her job after twe
AlexanderWhile talking to his friend, Adrian, Alexander took a sip of his drink. He agreed that Adrian had done an excellent job with the decorations. When he looked around, he noticed a lot of people chatting and laughing.But his gaze was drawn to the maid, who looked stunning in her attire. He couldn't pull his gaze away from her. Her gorgeous hair was open, and she wore light makeup that complimented her; the silver blouse and black pencil skirt were the ideal matches for her figure. He noticed her wandering about with a tray in her hands, serving everyone.Her looks and attractiveness were obvious to every male in the gathering, whose eyes were hungrily scrutinizing her.Alexander gritted his teeth together at the thought of other men looking at her.But as his gaze rested on her, it softened as she smiled warmly at the visitor. He could feel his face twitch. Is there a smile on my face? Shocked at himself, he quickly wiped the emotion off his face, hoping that no one saw. He to
EmmaShe was in a pitch-black chamber with nothing but blackness surrounding her. She couldn't even see a single ray of light! She attempted to stand up on her injured legs but failed miserably. Her surroundings were familiar to her, with a similar scent of something rotten and something metallic.After a few moments, the door swung wide, revealing a tall man standing there with a long leather belt in his hand. Her eyes were wide with terror, and she stared at him pleadingly."You fucking whore!" He yelled. She immediately backed away only to find a wall behind her."Please, don't," her cries and pleas fell on deaf ears. "Shut up bitch," he growled and whipped her. The rugged leather belt connected with her body making a swooshing sound. He kept hitting her until she started to bleed. She was whimpering lowly every time the belt would touch her body. The young girl was done crying out loud, her throat was dry and it ached every time a scream erupted from her mouth.Her entire body w
EmmaThe day had finally come to a stop, and she was waking up in her bed after a lengthy period of sleep. Emma had been ordered to rest severely by Martha since it was an instruction from their master. She sprang out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She quickly showered, brushed her teeth, and put on her dress and matching heels. Ugh! These heels bother me to no end!She exited her bedroom and walked downstairs, entered the kitchen, and noticed a man standing in front of the kitchen counter. She gasped and glanced down, surprised. That piqued his interest."Well, hello there," he said in his deep tone. She only looked down. She didn't know else what to do."H-hi sir, c-can I help y-you with so-something?" He chuckled and replied."You know you can look at me, princess," her jaw almost dropped. What did he just call me? A princess? She did not reply and bit her lip in nervousness. That made him chuckle more."I just wanted a glass of water, if you do
He'd finally done what he'd been trying to avoid: he'd touched her beautiful soft flesh, which instantly melted beneath his touch. He couldn't fight the sensation any longer. He wished to touch her, to feel her. He tried to ignore it, to forget about it, but he couldn't. The notion of not feeling her touch, of not seeing her filled him with fury; his jaw twitched, and he became enraged at the prospect of not seeing her. What was causing him to become enraged? He was unable to provide a response to his own inquiries.He stroked his hair with his fingertips. What was going on with him was driving him insane with questions. Why couldn't he say no to that petite young girl? He still couldn't get rid of the boner that the tiny minx had given him. He walked into his bathroom, grabbed a towel, and turned on the shower. He let the cold water run down his body, but he was certain that even a cold shower would be ineffective. He couldn't help but think of her frail body at his mercy. Her whimp