CHAPTERTWO
1095 Words
The lady walked toward Ava slowly, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Ava rose to her feet at once, her heart pounding as they stood face to face.
“You’re the new slave,” the woman said, her eyes dragging over Ava from head to toe, filled with pure disgust.
“Maybe,” Ava replied quietly, turning her face away.
“Mmm… good,” the woman smirked. “I love that you already know your place.”
“She has no choice,” one of her friends said mockingly from behind her.
“Hahaha, poor thing,” the other laughed.
“Rest for today,” the woman said coldly. “Tomorrow, you’ll understand why you’re here…as a slave.”
With that, she turned and walked out, her friends trailing behind her, their laughter echoing down the corridor.
Ava collapsed onto the cold floor, clutching her chest as if her heart might burst. Lily and Mary rushed to her side.
“I warned you,” Lily whispered.
“Just pray Mr. Lorenzo never looks your way,” Mary added nervously. “If he does… she’ll make your life hell.”
That night, sleep refused to come. The room smelled of sweat and damp sheets, filled with the heavy sound of snoring from the other maids. Ava stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with fear and dread about the coming day.
Eventually, sleep embraced her, and she was about to give in when a sharp knock jolted her awake.
The door opened, and one of Lorenzo’s men stepped inside.
“Miss Ava,” he said, scanning the room.
“Yes?” she replied softly.
“You’re needed.”
Her heart sank. She rose slowly and followed him through the quiet halls. When they reached a door, he stopped.
“I’ll leave you here,” he said before walking away.
Ava hesitated, then turned the knob and stepped inside.
The living room was empty. The silence was thick. After standing awkwardly for a while, she sat on the sofa. Her eyelids grew heavy again, and despite fighting it, sleep claimed her once more.
Lorenzo sat in his private room, watching her through the CCTV monitor. A faint smile formed at his lips. He stood and made his way to the living room.
He crouched beside her, gently adjusting her position so she wouldn’t slip. When he was done, he remained seated, his gaze lingering all over her body. His eyes traced her curves, her face, her neck, then paused at her lips.
His jaw tightened.
Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her soft lip letting himself savour all her taste, he slide his lip in and let it linger in her mouth for a while.
“What the f**k am I doing?” he muttered, pulling back suddenly. He stood at once and walked away quickly
*****
Ophelia paced her room like a caged animal.
“Why would he call her to his room?” she demanded, glaring at Abby and Carla.
They said nothing.
“Are you sure it was her?” Abby asked carefully.
“Yes!” Ophelia snapped. “I saw his guard take her in...on my way to his room.”
“Let’s wait till morning,” Carla suggested. “Then confront her.”
“She thinks she can win him over just like that?” Abby scoffed.
“Probably just a s*x slave,” Carla added.
“I don’t even want her near him,” Ophelia growled. “I’m losing my mind.”
*****
Ava nearly fell as she tried to sit up.
Where am I? she wondered, until memories of the previous night returned.
She jerked immediately when she heard a voice.
“You’re awake already?”
She turned and froze.
Lorenzo stood nearby, a towel around his neck, water shining on his bare chest. Her gaze dropped unwillingly to his abs, then his lips. Her heartbeat rumbled in her ears.
“I… I'm sorry,” she blurted. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
She rushed past him and fled the room.
Lorenzo watched her go, a small smile forming.
“That’s the first time you’ve smiled,” a voice said.
He turned to see Marcus already seated.
“When did you get here?” Lorenzo asked.
“The moment she left.”
“Privacy doesn’t exist anymore?” Lorenzo muttered.
Marcus smirked. “So… did you sleep with her?”
“No. She slept off,” Lorenzo replied.
“Ohhh.”
Marcus laughed. They had been best friends since childhood.
*****
Ava ran back to the maids’ room, finding the room empty. She slid to the floor, clutching her chest tightly.
“Why am I feeling like this?” she whispered.
She climbed onto the bed, her thoughts drifting back to him.
Those lips…
She smiled faintly until the door burst open.
Ophelia and her friends stormed in.
“Did you enjoy it?” Ophelia demanded, arms crossed.
“Enjoy what?” Ava asked, confused.
“The s*x,” Ophelia sneered. “Was he good?”
Fear wrapped tightly around Ava.
“No… nothing happened.”
The slap came without warning.
Pain exploded across Ava’s cheek.
“Don’t lie to me again,” Ophelia said smugly. “Clean up. Ten minutes. Then your chores. Remember…you’re a slave.”
Hot tears spilled as Ava collapsed to the floor. Blood filled her mouth. She spat, trembling.
“Why me?” she sobbed. “Why do I have to pay for his sins?”
She forced herself up, showered quickly, and made her way to the kitchen.
Ophelia was already barking orders.
“You’re late.”
“Over here,” Lily whispered. “Wash the dishes.”
Ava nodded weakly.
“Are you here to chat or work?” Ophelia snapped.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Lily said, bowing.
Ava washed silently as Ophelia watched closely.
“Is this how you wash dishes?” Ophelia scoffed, dropping a plate. It shattered.
“I’m sorry…” a maid said trying to clean the mess.
“No,” Ophelia said sharply. “Let Ava clean it.”
Ava bent down. In an attempt to clean it, a Glass sliced her finger. Blood pooled instantly.
“Ava, you’re bleeding,” Lily cried. “Let me help you…”
“No,” Ophelia said. “She’ll handle it.”
Ava stumbled out, dizzy with pain, and collided with someone.
“Are you okay?” a man asked.
She looked up.
The resemblance to Lorenzo was unmistakable.
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