LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT

SPITFIRE ENCOUNTER

AELLA'S POV.

I'm woken by the sound of my alarm clock which indicates that it is already 5:00AM and I need to get up and get my day started. I got barely enough sleep last night because whenever I closed my eyes, I began to get flashes of "the" incident which was the defining moment of my life, the one that made me an orphan and alone in the world. I finally mustered the urge to get up from my bed but I could already feel the sadness and grumpiness kicking in. "What a nice way to begin your day Aella". I reached for the gold chain around my neck, it was the only thing I got to keep of what was left behind by my parents. As I got older, it began to seem like I don't remember them as much as I used to and it's causing me to fear because I do not want to forget about them. Forgetting them would mean forgetting memories from my childhood and that was the period I was at my happiest. I want to hold on to the memory of being loved and care free without any worry in the world. I stroke the necklace once more before putting on my work clothes and headed out.

Our client for today has a random dinner hosting for family and friends. I want to be a hater and say it's rich people s**t but in all honesty, I'd be grateful if I ever had anyone to share a hearty meal with. I first go to Ms Gracie's to get cleaning supplies and meet with the rest of the team members who'll be going for this job and soon after, we were on our way to our work station for today.

"Oh my Goodness! I can't believe I get to clean the inside of Derrick Lucas's house. I've heard a lot of stories about him and how he has the most perfect body ever known to exist in this universe" Laura, my colleague says behind me and can't help but flinch. Jesus, thirsty much ? "I've gone to clean his office once and I can say that he is a literal s*x God. Had me wishing for a moment that he was doing to me what I was doing to his office, getting the insides cleaned up " Chloe added and I almost gagged at her statement. Whoever this Mr Lucas is, he was already getting on my nerves. I'm pretty sure he's some stuck up, corky prick who thinks he can get any girl at his beck and call seeing how my colleagues are already reacting this way to the mere idea of his existence.

We got to his building and I was quite impressed. One could easily tell he has an eye for simple, yet classy and luxurious things. It was all just a combination of beige,brown and white which made the place feel a little "homey" with perfectly curated furniture. I take a moment to absorb the ambience before getting right to work.We were being paid to do the cleaning before, during, and after the event, which meant that we'd be leaving late at night. Charles, our team leader for today, assigned to us different areas in the house and we got to work. I got assigned to the master's bedroom(which was upstairs),the guest room and the restroom for visitors which were both downstairs. I started with the master's bedroom which was impressively not as untidy as I expected it to be for a rich bachelor who didn't have a live-in maid. After about an hour, I was satisfied with how clean the room looked and headed downstairs for the guest room.

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DERRICK'S POV.

My friends begin to arrive one after another. Some in the company of their partners and I can't help but envy them. I spot James my bestfriend through the floor to ceiling windows in my living room and I sprint for the door with a glass of red wine in my right hand. The excitement from seeing him after 3 months of him gone on a business trip does not allow me to think for a second to drop the glass of wine on the table. During the course of my little sprint, I bumped into something or rather, someone, accidentally emptying the contents of the glass unto her hair which later spilled over her clothes. I didn't take too much time to really look at her as I was still trying to get to my friend. But seeing her outfit, I knew she was one of cleaners I hired. "Oh I'm sorry, I promise to give you an extra tip" I say quickly before continuing my trip to the door. I might have heard a little gasp but I didn't pay much attention to it. I've missed James alot. "James ! I'm so glad you're back. Work at the office has been a little boring without you. I hope you had as much fun as you worked in Miami, it'd be a shame if you didn't " I say while holding James in a really tight embrace. I could hear him giggling while trying to tell me that he missed me too, when suddenly, I feel a somewhat frantic tap on my shoulder and the room going quiet. I turn back and I'm met with a sight which holds me in a daze. "Who is this girl?" I wonder to myself. She looks like she's a 5'9 which I always consider a perfect height for a lady. I take my time to really observe the features of her face. She had luscious and plump lips and just looking at it had me feeling uncomfortable in my slacks at the thought of those lips around my shaft. I go on to look at her eyes and I can't help but notice that she has hazel eyes and at this point, I'm already drawn into them. Her freckles looked perfect under the reflection of the sun. She was just beautiful. Perfect, if I'm being honest. While still in my daze I notice that she's talking to me,fiercely, I couldn't make out the words she was saying but she seems to have everyone else's attention on her. Then I catch a glimpse of something around her neck which snaps me back to reality. "You don't even feel an atom of remorse and that is my problem with people like you" is what I hear her say. Wait what..?? "Remorse ? That's rich coming from someone who can't keep their hands to themselves when they see something bright and shiny" I say to her. "Yeah right, the only thing that's making me keep my hands to myself and trying not to hit you where the sun doesn't shine is because I have respect for Ms Gracie and the other guests looking over at my attempt to teach you some good manners. Something that you apparently lack" she retorts and I must say, she's pretty much the most confident lady I've gotten to meet with, which is a bit impressive. But I have to tackle the situation at hand which is, she stole my gold chain and is acting like she hasn't done anything wrong instead of cowering in shame. I ask for her name and she answers "Not that it's any of your business, but it's Aella. Aella Rogers. Now it's time for you to give me a proper apology like a grown up man". "Well miss Aella, I don't know what you want me to apologize for seeing as you're the one who is in the wrong here. Are you going to keep up with that act and pretend like you didn't just take a gold necklace which is clearly not yours, have the guts to even wear it around your neck and still keep your head held high in my presence? If you'd just take it off right now, hand it over to me and apologize, we'll all assume it was a slip of hands and go on with our lives" as I say that, I see the look of realization and disappointment mixed with a hint of sadness which causes my heart to shudder for a bit. I wonder why ? This stupid heart of mine. Can't you see she tried to steal from me ?

"Okay, so not only do you think a low life like me doesn't deserve to get a proper apology after spilling an entire glass of wine on my body, you also think that anyone who works for people like you should be denied the luxury of owning a gold chain? Did you question any of your guests here for owning a gold piece of jewelry or is it just me,this low life cleaner. Also have you confirmed and made sure that you have a missing piece of jewelry or am I just an easy suspect?". I felt a little embarrassed at those words and thought for a while how sure I was that the necklace around her neck was mine. I reached for it in a bid to properly access it and she flinched a bit but I finally got to hold it and look carefully at it. It really did look like the one I own, except, hers have letters engraved on it A.R. I was guessing they were her initials and I immediately started feeling a rush of the greatest embarrassment of my life. I was so dumbfounded and felt really stupid. I didn't know what to say. While trying to open my mouth and come up with a heartfelt apology, she just shook her head and stomped out of the living room. I was trying to stop her when the chef came to inform me that dinner had been served. I was torn between going after the beautiful,witty lady who I've managed to piss off not once, but twice within the period of 30 minutes or go back to attending to my guests. I looked up and saw that she had disappeared into probably one of the other rooms and decided to go back to hosting duties. I made a mental note to look for her after dinner and offer her a proper apology.