Is He Gay?
1111 Words
****Layla POV****
My eyes met with his cold gaze. He was so furious. He really drugged my cake just to cage me. What's wrong with just asking politely?
I have no idea what he's up to now.
Even with the way he called my full name, I can sense he was angry.
I stared at the meal on the table. He cooked it himself. It was proof that he has never cooked for someone before.
I beat his hand off my neck.
"Fine, I'll eat" I said and sat down, eating slowly. He watched me as I ate. Perhaps, he was waiting for me to fall unconscious again. I was even waiting for that. To my surprise, the meal wasn't spiked.
"Do you feel dizzy?" He asked.
"No" I replied.
"I didn't drug the food. Don't worry" he said and turned to leave.
"Carlos... I mean, master" I called him.
He stopped and turned back to stare at me. I stood up and walked towards him. I raised my head to look at his face. Damn, he's so cute and tall.
"Can I see my family?" I asked.
"No" he replied. There was no need for me to ask more questions.
"Why?" I never wanted to ask that but, it slipped out of my tongue. Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes.
"I want to keep you safe"
"Why?" I asked again.
" Because you're mine" he said.
I'm his? There he go again.
"Thanks for the meal" I thanked him and walked away. That appreciation wasn't coming from my heart. Outside, I just wore a clean beautiful smile while inside, I have killed Carlos Luciano a hundred times. He left me inside that f*****g cage to die.
I groaned in frustration and head to my room. There was nothing to do here. Just to cook and clean. There was no kids around for me to take care of.
I remembered the three stupid rules he gave to me. I've broken three already. I've been in his room, he has stared at my ugly face and his meal was late last night. How funny. He's not doing any about it. It's like he has fallen for me. A mocking smile appeared on my face.
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The next morning, I woke up to prepare his breakfast. He walked towards the dinning table and sat down to eat.
"I'll call you later. What's your number?" He asked, carrying his phone.
"Uh... I don't have a phone" I replied. He raised his eyebrows.
"Who doesn't have a phone in this world?" He asked.
"I don't" I replied arrogantly. He was doing that to mock me. It was practically obvious.
"Pablo will get you a new phone today. Learn how to use it" he said.
"Yes master" I replied, standing behind him.
He stood up and was about to leave when he turned to me.
"Don't leave the house. Don't go anywhere. Don't hurt yourself. Is that clear?" he ordered. Are those the new rules already? I secretly rolled my eyes and nodded.
He drew his lips closer to my ear.
"I ask again, is that clear?"
"Yes, yes it is" I replied.
"Good girl" he said and left. I swear, I would have picked the knife on the table and stabbed his throat. He just enjoys picking on someone not his size. How rude.
I cleared the table and cleaned the house before going to my room. Minutes later, my new phone arrived.
I was surprised to see the latest phone in my hand. It must have cost a lot of money. I should thank him when he gets back.
"Thanks Pablo" I said to him, smiling. He didn't say any word. He turned and left like he was a robot. I slammed my door close and jumped on the bed.
"Yay!" I chuckled and charged the phone.
Luckily, I had learnt how the phone works through my colleagues at work and also the restaurant phone through where we received orders. But this one is quite different.
I spent the whole day waiting for the phone to fully charge before I can activate everything. That way, I could see the news and gist about Carlos. I wasn't a fan of watching TV. It got much better seeing it on the phone.
I scrolled up, seeing the scandal about him. Including the news of him being gay. Now, I saw the reason why he doesn't want me to go to his room. Only Pablo is allowed in there.
Some ladies commented that it wasn't true while some did. I didn't want to comment. I just scroll to the next news. There were even rumours about him being a drug dealer. Was that the real reason why he wanted me away from his room? I can't even find out the real reason. I'm confused. Should I perhaps ask him?
I'm digging my own grave if I do that. It was almost evening. I went downstairs to start preparing his dinner so that I won't upset him in any f*****g way. I'm trying my best to reduce him quarrelling with me or even trying to strangle me. One day, I won't be able to save myself from his stupid grip.
I made some Italian dish for him. He loved it a lot. Staring at the meal made me remember my family. Have they been eating well? Have they been sleeping well? How have they been?
I'm sure they don't even have enough money to take care of themselves. I snapped back to reality when he main door closes. Carlos was home already. I arranged his meal in the dinning table and rushed to carry the bag he was holding. He passed it to the other hand, not wanting me to hold it.
"Welcome master" I said, bowing.
"Why are you being so obedient? Have you planned something?" He asked. I wish I planned something to kill him already but I'll be blamed for it. I'm not ready to go to jail. All I want is freedom to see my family and I'll love my new life a little.
"No master, your food is ready" I said and walked away, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
"What do you wish to ask me? What do you wish to tell me?!" He asked, grinning his teeth angry.
"Nothing master" I replied again. He let go of me and held his head as if he was groaning in pain. He crossed to the other side and rushed up the stairs.
"Psycho!" I thought and walked away. Did he have to touch me? He's really a gay.
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