Chapter Eighteen

*HECTOR*

To say that I can't manage my beast is to mince words. The agony of wanting what you can't have and the feeling of helplessness. She occupies a blank space in my mind, a stranger I can't bring myself to evict.

I pace back and forth, the whole of me agitating. It's past eight and I’m yet to see the maid, my room is a mess, not dirty, but for an extremist, it needs to be extra. It irks me the more, merely looking at it, hives creeping on my skin. I have tons of new books in my library and research to make, but the thought of a maid puts me in so much unease. Damn! I cuss, she gets me even when absent.

There is a knock on the door and when I didn't respond, it opens, her chubby cheeks in my room.

“I think you're fed too much than you work for.” I didn't let her get in, before lashing out on her.

“I concur with you because I'm starving at the moment.”

"Unless I permit you, you aren't allowed to respond to me. Don't act clever.” I aggravate myself as usual.

She sets the mop bu