What is life? Well, you must be wondering why I’m asking you this question. For me, my life is this mansion. This big mansion, filled with all the luxuries possible, all of the expensive type of furniture. The floors are made of marble and can get really slippery right after I mop them. Once, the ‘mistress’ of the house slipped and fell on her face. It was so funny at first, but later it wasn’t when I got beaten up and had to clean up the entire house on my own. Chandeliers scattered around the house. At night when all of them are lit up, it feels like bright white stars are blinking down at me. They provide serenity to my chaotic mind; I could sit under them and watch them glow in all their glory all night and day.

We sit in the car silently while he drives back home. I stare at him and observe his face, it’s completely neutral, and I can’t read him. “Zen?” It comes out as a whisper but he turns his head towards me as soon as I call him. “What is it? Does it hurt somewhere? We should go to the doctor, yes we should. I’m taking a turn.” He turns his gaze back towards the road. “No, no, I’m okay. Are you okay? Why are you so quiet? Talk to me.” I lean on the seat and stare at his face and watch his expressions soften a little. “I’m fine. I just, I just can’t stop imagining what would’ve happened to you if I didn’t come down to look for you.” I can see the restlessness in his eyes, while he runs his fingers through his hair.

I moan feeling his tongue glide across my neck. He sucks on my neck and kisses me all over my collarbone. I whimper feeling butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Zen, everyone’s watching,” I whisper tugging his hair. He says nothing and continues his sweet torture on me. "Uhh! Zen." I moan out loud tugging on his hair. He puts his hands under my butt cheeks and makes me wrap my legs around his waist. I look at him and kiss him softly making the kiss sensual. I kiss the corner of his lips and kiss his jaw and suck on it. He bites his lips holding me and squeezes my waist hard. "Always wanted to squeeze your big butt that you keep on swinging in front of my face, in your tight skirt

Days past since our special night, I’m still drunk in the essence of it. I can still feel his touch dance on my skin; they ignite a blazing fire in the pit of my stomach every time I recall our moments. Whenever I feel my lips with my fingers, I start feeling his lips on mine. The feeling of his feather like lips leave a tickling sensation on mine, making my heart fill up with pure bliss.Drops of hot water from the boiling kettle lands on my hand and pulls me out of my thoughts. I hiss rubbing the area while taking off the kettle from the shove. I pour the water into the cup and put a teabag in it. Mrs. Fleming’s afternoon tea is very crucial, if by any chance I mess it up. This tea will become one with my face; trust me I can tell from last experiences.

Life has been hard lately, incident from that night keeps replaying inside my head. Hearing Zen say that ‘I’m just a maid’ has gotten me back to my senses. I was flying high up in the sky all these years, now suddenly it feels like someone ripped off my wings. I fell so hard on the ground that all my dreams, my wishes shattered into million pieces. Never in my life had I thought, out of all the people, Zen will talk to me in this manner. My heart is broken forever now, I don’t know if I will ever be able to collect the broken pieces of my soul.The smile from my lips has go