Mafia’s possession:chapter 39
Her face turned red with shame when she saw who it was.
"Your talent as a dancer is wasting away. I think you made the wrong choice by accepting to be my personal maid," Alexander said lightly as he looked at her, amused by the situation.
She was in shock. When did he get back? And she didn't hear the water running in the bathroom? She chided herself for being foolish. If she had not turned on the music, she would have heard the water running in the bathroom.
Jacqueline could not find the right words to say as her throat went dry. Her eyes ran through his body, a white towel was tied around his waist and her gaze followed the droplets of water on his well muscular body. His black hair was wet and at that moment, she felt like running her fingers through his hair. She was having a hard time taking her eyes off him. He looked every inch like a Greek god.
"Are you done checking me out? Because we need to talk," he said, his eyes blazing with fury.
She became embarrassed to be caught staring. So she quickly averted her gaze.
Jacqueline's heart hammered against her chest as she sensed the change in his tone of voice. "I..I shouldn't have done that,"'she stammered.
"Your job is to clean and keep my room sparkling but instead, you choose to turn this room into something else," he thundered.
She trembled in fear and the feeling of uneasiness, wrapped its fingers around her, instinctively, she drew back in fear. As Alexander took slow threatening steps towards her.
"P...Please, I am sorry," she muttered as she continued to move back. " It won't happen again."
She kept moving backwards, then her back hit the wall. He got closer to her and trapped her between his hands which he placed on the wall.
He glared at her. His warm breath touched her face and she swallowed hard. "Of course it won't happen again," before she could protest further, he slammed his lips on her.
Alexander kissed her ferociously, she squirmed, trying to free herself but it was impossible. He pinned her hands on the wall effortlessly and continued to kiss her. Soon she found herself yielding to him. He released her hands and held her tiny waist.
He felt her hands caressing his chest as their lips suckled on each other. Alexander was craving for more, he had always wanted this to happen. When he saw her dancing, his senses flew out of the window. Her lips tasted like strawberries and he couldn't seem to get enough of her.
Jacqueline's hands roamed and touched every inch of his torso. She had never been kissed like this by anyone. She returned his kiss with matching energy. As she was about to get more, he pulled.
She was breathless and stunned at what just happened. She was catching her breath and trying to get herself to move.
Alexander looked at her rosy lips and his eyes thickened with desire, he felt like taking those lips into another pleasurable kiss. But he managed to stop himself. Then, he moved away from her and opened his closet.
"Are you going to stand there watching me dress? Well be my guest. You'll definitely love what you see," he winked at her. "Get my food ready. I like it served hot," he said suggestively.
Jacqueline's face turned red as she saw the smug look on his face. She bit back the words she wanted to hurl at him. He always had a way of always making her angry. What was she thinking, that after their shared kiss, he would treat her differently.
He just wanted her for his amusement and will soon discard her like wet rags once he becomes bored, she thought aloud. Quickly, she picked the mop up and carried the bucket of water. Then she hurried out.
She heard his laughter before she slammed the door shut. Wishing she could just strangle him.
She was so angry and lost in her thoughts, she wasn't even watching properly. Suddenly, she bumped into one of the maids who work in the mansion and the water splashed on her uniform.
"You're such a blind bat," the maid cursed, glaring at Jacqueline. "Now, look, my uniform is wet."
Jacqueline dropped the bucket on the floor. "I am sorry, I wasn't looking," she apologised. "And you don't have to insult me."
She scoffed. "And what will you do? Oh, let me guess. You'll run to his arms."
Jacqueline's eyes gleamed with recognition. She was one of the maids who made fun of her the other time. She sighed deeply. And ignored her, she wasn't surprised that they knew about her and Alexander.
It was obvious this particular maid was spoiling for a fight, she couldn't wrap her mind why she would want that.
Ignoring her, Jacqueline took the bucket and continued walking to the kitchen.
"Crazy bitch!," the maid hurled, her eyes gleaming with hate.
Jacqueline disposed the water and kept the mop and bucket in the store room before heading to the kitchen
She washed her hands and started cooking. In no time, his food was ready. She dished out the chicken sauce and left the kitchen with it.
Jacqueline opened the door and entered his room, she saw him sitting on his bed as he scrolled through his phone. He had changed in a t-shirt and shorts which exposed his hairy strong legs.
"Your food is ready, sir," Jacqueline kept it on the table.
She waited for Alexander to speak but he ignored her. Like she was not in the room. She was tired of his silent treatment.
"Mr. Vladimir, your food is ready."
"I heard you for the first time. I am not deaf," he growled. "Leave."
Jacqueline eyed him, fuming with anger over his behaviour towards her. She spun in her heels as she made to leave.She stopped mid way when he spoke.
"I will be expecting some guests. Make dinner for three," he instructed.
"Yes, I will."
As she made her way out of the room. Her mind was consumed in thoughts. Alexander hardly receive guests. Who could they be?
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
