Why can't he love me?

Will he see me this time?

We are not allowed to watch him.

But I can't help it.

It's happens in one second he passes through us.

Wearing black. His posture. His light beard. His tall figure. Sharp stare. He is intimidating in fact. Why I love this part of him?

Immediately I lower my eyes. Now are coming his "partners", "friends"  I don't know. 

They are four. They live here. I don't really know them well.  He is twenty eight, and I felt his smell. I smile. Emily kicks me with her arm.

She doesn't know I love him. Does she?

"Welcome home! Breakfast will be ready for fifteen minutes." Amelia says.

I don't hear him. He just nods. I know that. 

He is climbing the stars. He makes so much noise.

The four men hugs Amelia. 

They go to their rooms too. 

This mansion is four storey. He lives at the fourth. The men at the third. We at the first. Second is for meetings that they always do. First is the biggest. Here's is kitchen, dining room, living room. But they most stay at their floor. And he stays at his room.

"Girls, c'mon, morning time!" Amelia says. 

We prepare everything. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, fruits, and other things that Amelia prepares herself.

She comes near me.

I think she cares for me.

"You will serve him and others with Anne, Claudia and Rose."

She comes closer "Be careful!" She says and goes away.

I took his plate. And go first. The other girls didn't like it. We walk in row. I bit little my lip. They are at the dining room. It's too big, and the table can fit 50 people, no I think more. They talking in foreign language. I don't know what language is that. I have searched for it but there is not any signs. I go near him. His husky voice does something to my body. I am near him. He keeps talking to a forty-five man I think, with blonde hair who has a sceptical face. I put his plate on table and started pouring him orange juice. My hands were shaking. The blonde men touched my hand. I flinched. "Calm down!" he said. I had been pouring all the juice at the table. The juice was falling on the man I love pants. Why has to be like that?

The other guys fixed their eyes on me.

The blonde man tried to calm me. I was trying too. But the one I poured it, was not. Amelia come running.

I was not saying anything. 

"We really sorry Master!" She apologized too scared. He had wore blue pants. I destroyed them. 

But they are just pants. Right?

"Fire her!" He says bluntly.

The blonde man left my hand.

"But you can't.." I say with shaky voice.

I still regretted it before I said it.

Amelia watched me dumbfounded. 

I took a paper towel and wet it with a little water.  I got down on my knees and started wiping it slowly. "Blue really suits you master. Blue never was my favorite color. But you are my favorite blue. Now it's gone.." I said still having my eyes lower.

I know what men were thinking "Is she crazy?", Amelia "Oh, no my dear!" And he? That was what I wanted to know and didn't. 

I felt his strong hand touching my delicate one. He took me by wrist harshly. I gritted my teeth. Don't break it, please. 

I heard the noise and the impact came soon. I flinched and the pain and my tears built. 

"EVERYONE OUT!" He shouted. 

Nobody said a thing.

They left me alone.

He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me on the table over the plates.

It hurt and I couldn't breathe for a second.

Then I opened my eyes and watched him.

His angry face and me running on his forest eyes.

Tell me what do you think about this story. Should I keep going? First time here. :)