Love Like Chess

1

'I want you, I can barely breathe'

Kimberly shrugged off the sensual and erotic thoughts that had filled her day. She tried everything, as a matter of fact she was so occupied with so much that she was floored by how her mind kept wandering off to forbidden grounds. She should move on, she should flush away last night but how? Especially now that she had gotten a real but brief taste of her sweetest dreams, her greatest desire.

"Rosie, more flowers, less lights" she commanded, gesturing with her hands, strolling about, ensuring that everything was in place.

She had done it before, she had done it for many years, in fact it was her survival tactic, she would pull through, she had to, else she forfeit her job. She straightened her shoulders headed for the kitchen.

'I would kill to do this every night... you're my rare gem...the diamond I've been seeking for ages'

But that diamond had been in his mansion for ages, shimmering behind awfully long skirts and dresses and crooked reading glasses and a tightly bound hair, taking his orders, cleaning his mess, coordinating his households. A diamond that had watched him settle for posh and refined ladies who we're of course his class, who let his flings yell at her, but loved him regardless. And the fact that it had taken make up and her mother's jewelry and a mask to make him realize it broke her. Last night was a luxury she could only dream of from now, especially since she was probably the only one that would cherish it, that would care.

"Light the candles Eleanor, use the new oud... the one...Mr. Xavier loves"

How she wished she was that oud, that rich and expensive fragrance that calmed Mr. Xavier. She had lived nine years of her life learning what he loved, what he preferred and how he preferred it. She had dreamt of making his meals just like she did now, only that she would do it wearing his ring and in his bed, after which he would kiss her and tell her how she was his Amore mio in deep, husky Italian.

"Everything is set ma'am" a maid said, snapping her back to a wicked reality where the rich married the rich and true, mutual love was a luxury a poor housekeeper could never afford. She sighed and nodded.

Today, all her chances, hopes, dreams and desires died. It was about time anyways, she consoled herself. She was 29, beautiful and dedicated, she had prospects. She shut her eyes and murmured a prayer or two.

God, grant me the grace to survive, because I know deep inside me, that I do not know how to live any longer.