Chapter 005
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Chapter 005
Elena’s POV
There was no choice for me. Every morning, I had to make his coffee following the same schedule.
Surprisingly, Jarek didn't care about it. He never grumbled once. He would sip, seem content, then fix his eyes on me in a way that caused my skin to crawl. When his eyes would sweep over me, scrutinising me like some kind of object, I would feel uncomfortable and hesitant to enter his room.
It unnerved me.
I puzzled over what it was. Was it what the maid wore? The maid's attire was not exactly modest, though he never mentioned it. Still, the impression that his eyes stayed just a little too long persisted. He'd grunt when I came in with coffee. I would welcome him, and he would mumble something some couldn't back, his words flat and as if he couldn't care less.
Still, I vowed to myself not to participate. If I did, it would jeopardise my employment.
I let Sonya know I was pleased last night by text. I omitted the fact that Darya had given me the slap or the fact that Jarek, the bully I used to know, was now under my control. I would rather not involve her in this mess. She had enough of her troubles.
Strangely, though—Darya, who used to want to slap me stupid, had been treating me differently lately. Every time she saw me, she would assign me the most unusual chores, giving me the impression that I was being singled out for special treatment. Was I not the girl she had once despised? That went missing.
I told Alisa only what was happening. Despite her loudness and reputation for spreading rumours, I ultimately trusted her. Most of the time, she maintained her secrets, even though she occasionally shared them with others. She was the only real friend I had. Her responsibility included getting the twins, Karina and Kirill, ready for class. They were most likely adopted because they didn't look like Jarek.
My thoughts turned once more to Jarek as I made his eleventh cup of coffee. His attitude had been aggravating me. He would go right to the driver for Mikhail after I delivered his coffee. His driver, Mikhail would then come pick him up.
I had heard the legends about Jarek. Among the younger and richest billionaires, he desired, I did. He could have any woman he desired, and he did. Others referred to him as the man of their dreams.
I felt cord to throw up. He wouldn't be my dream in a million years. If he were my dream, I would wake up.
If only others knew what he had been like in high school—how he had bullied everyone he could have. They would stop praising him so quickly.
There was no fairness in life. I never dropped below a B in my classes, worked hard, and yet ended up here working as a maid. Jarek, the jock, graduated at the top of his class. How was that going?
Jarek was dangerous, brutal, and manipulative. He could bring down anyone getting in his path. People like me were simply trash to him; he could push them around without thinking twice. That was how he behaved during our teenage years.
His favourite target and primary victim was me.
I had no idea what I had done to cause him such intense hate even now. Still, I had paid for it, whatever it was.
Like each morning, I knocked on his door. He said, his voice deep and fluid, "Come in."
He was not lounging on the bed as usual when I arrived. Rather, he was standing in front of the mirror adjusting the navy-blue suit that hugged his body a bit too precisely. The way his frame complemented the suit caught my attention.
But his appearance didn't appeal to me. Go for personality, as they say, not appearances.
"Good morning, sir." Your coffee here is I handed him the cup and bent slightly, glowing.
He drank the coffee silently, his skin glowing and his hair perfectly neat. Though it smelled good, the cologne he wore choked my lungs right away when I walked into the room. Just missing his suit, my hand slipped and the hot liquid splashed all over his hand as he was ready to grab the cup. hiss
The response was instantaneous—a sharp hers of agony. I stopped, panic widening apologies. I burned him.
"I—I'm quite apologetic, sir! Please allow me to guide you to the bathroom.
I'm still shaking; I grabbed his hand and headed for the bathroom. It was virtually blind to cleanliness; it was pure white. Turning on the cold water, I gently placed his hand under the stream and prayed the burn would not be too severe.
I swear, I was not meant to. My hands shuddered as I held his under the cool water; my voice faltered.
My heart hammered, and the quiet between us seemed oppressive. His dark and intense eyes seemed to be dragging me in as I watched him. His manner of looking at me made me shudder.
I wasn't sure how long we would stay here, inches apart, the closeness making everything feel too real. I tried to turn away, but his eyes locked me in captivity.
Why a manner? How could he be so intent on me? It seemed as though he was gazing directly through me.
I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my pounding heart, then withdrew my hand.
J-Jarek... I mean, sir, I didn't mean to...”
He moved so quickly before I could finish that I almost missed it. I was standing close to the sink one minute, and Jarek had me pinned against the wall with a strong wrist grab.
I gasped, wide-eyed, fixed on him. My breath stopped as his body shoved against me. His eyes burned straight ahead, fierce and unvarnished.
"You considered me unlikely to remember?" His voice was low and filled with something I couldn't exactly identify.
Wh—what are you, then?
"Elena Antonov…"
His remarks struck me deeply. He knew me, exactly. He knew me not just because I worked as a maid in his house. He knew me from previous years.
Every memory burst back to me. I remembered the high school hallways, the jeers, and the nasty laughter. And now here we were in his house, under quite different conditions.
Ah, God.
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