Chapter 2—Truth
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CHAPTER 2
Daisy’s POV
A secretary? I worked as a hand maid for his father for several years but never a secretary.
I stared at him in disbelief, while he stared back with a grin.
“What’s it going to be, Daisy?” He asked in his thick voice. Everytime he talked something within me shivered.
“I— I can’t. I can’t be your secretary in sorry” I responded, my voice being too stuck in my throat to come out fully.
“Are you turning down my offer? What reason could you possibly have? I am your only chance for survival in this city” he wiped the grin off his face. He had a serious look now and the arrogance I knew him for came to the surface.
Tears had already clouded my eyes,
“I can’t—” I said, taking a pause like the words were stuck in my throat.
“You can’t what?” He stood up. He was getting infuriated.
“I can’t read, I can’t read okay?!” I blurted out loudly. I felt so embarrassed that the tears started rolling down.
Sam stared me down, his arrogance and fury had disappeared. He sat back on the bed.
“Father didn’t do as little as giving you formal education?” He asked in a soft voice.
“He wanted to, the lady of the house didn’t let him” I sniffled.
“Fine, you’ll be my personal assistant, following me everywhere just as you did for father. If you decline this, mother would kick you out of this house hold” he said.
With no other option in sight, I accepted his proposition.
“Thank you, thank you so much, you’re so kind” I said repeatedly, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
Sam had a brief mischievous laugh.
“Now let’s not get it mixed up. This isn’t charity. Let’s just say I’ll need someone to cater to my certain needs” he said in a devilishly seductive voice. I knew just what he meant.
Before I could even react, there he was, standing in front of me.
Sam grazed my lips with his thumb while he gripped my waist with his other hand. It felt like I wasn’t in control of my own body because although my lips said no, my body craved his touch. My heart was pounding too loud for me to hear properly.
“You’ve gotten more beautiful. More— womanly too” Sam whispered in my ear and bit it lightly. That sent shivers down my spine. I could already feel myself getting moist.
He made an attempt to kiss me and I was too weak to stop him, or rather I didn’t want to stop him.
Just as our lips were about to connect, his phone rang. We were interrupted.
Almost like he had regained his senses, he suddenly let go of me.
I tried to regain my own composure as he picked up the phone call.
“Hello?” He said.
A voice muttered words I couldn’t make out on the other end of the line.
“I told you, whatever we had was a one time thing. I paid you didn’t I? I would appreciate it if you no longer contacted me” he said. I could hear irritation in his tone.
A part of me was curious but I knew that I was hearing something I wasn’t meant to hear so I excused myself.
I had helped Maurice the butler set up the table that evening. Magdalene and Sam sat at the table eating their dinner as they caught up with each other. I stood behind Sam’s chair and occasionally Magdalene shot me an uncomfortable stare. I knew what was on her mind. She was itching to ask it.
She took a sip from her tall glass of wine and cleared her throat.
“Sammy dear, what is this girl doing here? Why is she standing behind you?” She asked in a manner that faked nonchalance.
“Oh? She has been reassigned as my personal maid. Just as she was for father” Sam responded, fully focused on his food and not even sparing her a look.
“I see, that witch has trapped you already the same way she trapped your father. I am certain they had an affair at some point, that’s how she got favors from him. Favors the other house helpers didn’t get” Magdalene monologued.
Maybe I would have started crying already if I wasn’t used to her manner of talking. It wasn’t the first time she had uttered these words.
There was radio silence after that. Neither of them said a word, the only sound that could be heard was the clanking of silverware.
Shortly after, Sam stood up. I went after the plates in an attempt to clean the table,
“Let the butler do it, you’re with me” he said, that authoritative tone was doing something to me again. I didn’t understand why I reacted that way to him.
“Of— of course” I responded in a low tone”
As we left the dining room, Sam turned around.
“Mother? I’d like to see her try to bewitch me. She’s just paying off a debt her wretched parents owe” he said, and then walked off.
Surprisingly to me, I didn’t feel bad about what he said. To me, it looked like he just defended me in a way.
As I walked behind him, watching his figure lead the way, there was something I realized. I was starting to accept and admit to a secret I had never told anyone before, not even myself.
All of the times I said I hated Sam was out of jealousy. Seeing him bring different girls home hurt me. The reason I always refused his advances was because I knew my place. I was a servant. And also, I wanted him to see me as a person and not an object.
Hearing that he was returning brought a certain anticipation to my heart. It took me till this moment to finally see it. I’ve always wanted him.
I actually love him. I’m in love with Sam Morrison.
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