SEVEN | Comply my ass!
1360 Words
[LIZZY]
“That’s f*****g ridiculous!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening to the size of a soccer field.
“Watch your language, Lizzy,” Rose rebuked me sharply, her bright eyes fixing me in place.
I flinched a little.
“I’m sorry, it’s just not fair, Ms. Rose,” I corrected myself, trying to maintain a calm tone despite my cheeks burning with a smile.
Rose dropped a bombshell on me by announcing that I’ll be a personal maid for someone. Seriously, what the heck is that? When they hired me last week, she said that my responsibilities would be limited to cleaning and serving. But now I have to take care of someone too? What kind of nonsense is this? Alright, maybe it’s not technically babysitting, but who gives a damn? I loved my job with all its unique benefits, and I appreciated that. So please forgive me if I sound a bit grumpy today.
“The master’s wish is our command, Lizzie,” she said with a hint of sarcasm.
Yeah, right!
“Are you okay with that?” she asked, oblivious to my frustration.
No way!
“Of course, Ms. Rose. I’ll comply,” I replied through gritted teeth, hiding my true feelings behind a fake smile.
“Good. With great power comes great responsibility, and that includes following additional rules.”
“Ah yes, the rules,” I responded with feigned interest. I made an effort to conceal my boredom, but I wasn’t sure how successful I was. I often put on a show in front of Ms. Rose, but she didn’t seem to mind, so I suppose I must be doing an adequate job.
Rules, rules, rules. Ms. Rose loved to emphasize them.
“Excellent,” she grinned, showing off her perfect set of pearly whites. “Starting now, you’re off the hook for kitchen and cleaning duties. Instead, you’ll be tending to a guest in the master bedroom.”
Did I hear that right?
“Wait, did you say the master bedroom? The one that used to be off-limits?” I was about to inquire more when she interrupted me.
“Yes, that’s the one, but things have changed now,” she stated and I nodded in agreement. “Anyway, as her personal assistant, it’s important to maintain a professional relationship. No personal conversations or attachments. Do you understand?”
“Let me get this straight, I’m supposed to be personal without getting personal?” I quipped with a puzzled expression.
“Exactly,” she replied sternly. “It’s a professional relationship only. Crystal clear?”
“Crystal clear, Mam,” I confirmed, trying to hold back my eye roll.
“Listen up!” she declared with a stern expression on her face. I could sense trouble brewing. “Our masters have emphasized the importance of this guest. It’s critical that she doesn’t get away, no matter what.”
What the actual heck?
“Hold on a minute! You mentioned that she’s a guest. Why would she even think of escaping? Unless she’s being held hostage or something,” I replied, raising my shoulders in confusion.
She remained silent, staring at me with an expressionless face.
Fuck!
“SHE IS A HOSTAGE. ISN’T SHE?”
She shushed me, raising an index finger to her lips. “Remember what I told you about keeping your voice down?”
This woman is not just peculiar, she’s downright bizarre. One minute she’s the ultimate rule follower, the next she’s warning me to keep quiet like my life depends on it. She’s always preaching obedience and subservience, reminding us not to speak out of turn or heaven forbid, die on her watch.
The day my father sold me to the Perazzo family (may he rest in pieces), I was supposed to be in one of their red rooms. You know, the ones reserved for their special guests. But somehow, I ended up as a maid in this household. I suspect this strange woman had something to do with my sudden career change.
And for that, I’m incredibly grateful.
Maybe that’s why I heed her every word. I don’t want to disappoint her or make her appear foolish in front of the self-proclaimed experts. I also don’t want her to lose her job. Who knows how many other girls she could rescue?
“Stay focused, Lizzie!” She exclaimed, snapping me out of my brief reverie.
“I’m here,” I replied.
“Remember, Lizzie, this job is no laughing matter. You need to be attentive and extremely careful. One mistake and they’ll dispose of you without a second thought.”
“I’ll be dead, got it!” I chanted, causing her to look at me with concern and an indescribable expression.
I’m well aware of what this place is. Even I was a bit intimidated at first, and who wouldn’t be? I’m only twenty years old, yet I work at the most hazardous location in Venice (thanks, Dad!). However, Rose has taught me how to handle the situations here. She may be strict most of the time, but I know she genuinely cares about the girls she oversees, including me. It’s nice to have someone in my life who actually cares for me.
“Rose, the boss won’t be back until dinner. So, don’t wait up,” a familiar gruff voice interrupted our conversation.
Mr Alfonso!
I couldn’t help but grin goofily as I turned around and saw him standing there, oozing with hotness that could make anyone weak in the knees.
The thing about Vector Alfonso is that he never smiles, never cracks a joke, and never sits down (I swear, I’ve never seen him sit before). He always has this deadpan expression on his face, and it’s like Lizzy Jones doesn’t even exist to him. I don’t get why he’s always so serious. I mean, come on, flashing a smile once in a while won’t cause the world to implode, right?
Why do you care?
Hey, don’t get me wrong. I don’t care, okay?
“Ahem!” I heard someone coughing loudly.
It was him.
Oh no! Was I staring at him?
Crap!
He’s staring at me. Wait, he’s really staring at me. Oh my goodness! Did I forget to comb my hair? Is my dress even okay? I forgot to apply my lip gloss. Ugh, I’m not looking my best today.
Fùck!
I grinned awkwardly. I mean, who wouldn’t when caught staring at someone? He continued to stare at me, scratch that, glare at me with his typical zombie-like expression, as if looking at him was a sin that would lead me straight to hell. I’ll be honest, the guy terrifies me. His dark eyes are like fiery pits of hell, promising to turn me to ash. However, I can’t deny that he’s incredibly attractive. Does that make me sound insane? I feel crazy even saying it. But as they say, the heart wants what it wants, right?
Am I messed up?
Definitely!
“Thanks, Mr. Alfonso. I’ll remember that,” Rose said, and he shifted his attention from me to her. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath, realizing I had forgotten to breathe while he was trying to extract pleasure from me.
Close!
He gave me a nod and locked me with his intense gaze again. I stood there like a dummy trying to catch my breath. Being in front of him felt like staring at the sun, and boy did it burn. But those burns felt so sweet, it was worth it.
He examined me curiously, from head to toe, and made a face like a baby trying a lemon for the first time. Then, he spun on his heels and casually walked down the stairs to the basement.
“Come on, let’s go. I’ll introduce you to her,” Rose exclaimed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded, ignoring the scowl on Vector’s face. I mean, I know I’m not a supermodel, but geez, give me a break!
I grabbed the tray of food, feeling like a hostage negotiator, and followed Rose’s lead to the master bedroom.
This should be interesting.
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