Chapter 8

Fliory

When I entered Magnus' house, I immediately sat on the couch and closed my eyes. I had a really long day.

It's five o'clock and I just got here at home. I spent my time in the Mall and thinking, especially with the couple. Instead of taking a walk, I was just in a corner, thinking.

I didn't know he has a girlfriend, I mean Wife. I was able to take their house number from the guard, after all I was a registered maid, so I just said they wanted to hire me as their maid in the weekends and the guard believed it.

I called the house and asked if everything is ok, and he assured me that there's nothing to worry about, that I didn't ruin a marriage. He proceeded to explain that it was an arrage marriage and they had no feeling for each other, but same as me, he was surprise that his wife cried. I wanted to make a proper apology to the woman but he said it wasn't needed. He's take care of it, so I had to let it go. I can't get too involved now. If the woman demands my presence then I will come. I didn't have any bad intention when I kissed his husband, I just really thought he's single.

"Did you enjoy your day off?" I open my eyes and held my head up only to see Magnus right in front of me. I also returned my eyes to close and nodded. I felt a little annoyed because he just talked to me again, then the tone of his words, you thought I did something bad.

"Yep, I had fun."

"Kissing a guy inside this village?"

I would have nodded but I immediately looked at him. He saw that?

"Did you see that?"

"It's really Clauve." He proceeded to sarcastically chuckle. "To be married really." Amusement was burning deep in his eyes. It's as if I was a wife caught cheating.

"I don't know," I said annoyed and glared at him. I really don't need to lecture me anymore.

"How would you know, you're already kissing because you've been together for less than thirty minutes." His glares felt like it's piercing throuhg my sould.

"It's still my fault? You should have told him to walk with a sign hanging around his neck that he was married so I wouldn't kiss him," I complained.

"Why do I still feel guilty? Who kisses a man she only knows!" His voice filled with anger.

"Eh why are you angry? Are you your wife?" That's when he's eyes became cold and stared blankly at me.

"I'm just worried about his wife. Don't you even feel guilty for kissing a married man?" he said flatly.

I averted my eyes. "Why? Did you think I kissed him because I was up for destroying a marriage?" I wasn't gonna back down to this. oh, hell no.

"No, it's just that, why would you do that?"

“Why? cause I can. If I knew he was married I wouldn't have done it. ”

"Why are you like that?" he suddenly asked.

"Like what?" confuse on what he meant. Like a what? a whore?

"Like you don't mind what you just did." I was momentarily taken aback by what he said. It's as if he's sure i was ok with what i did just because I didn't stay there and tried to fix things. It's as if I just ruined a marriage and I run awy from it. It's as if he believes that I could really, really let those go.

"How could you judge me?" My voice filled with disappointment.

That's when his eye widen but what he said, he can't take that back.

“You don’t know me. Beside, why are you talking to me now? you worried I might get sued and you're worried you won't have someone to fool and kiss? Don't worry, I won't be sued cause I talked to the guy because I have a heart that's working 24/7 and it's not broken so I can actually think straight. ”

He stepped forward and tried to hold me with his guilty eyes but I don't want him to. After all those weeks, after telling me he like me then the next day acting like I didn't even exist?

"I'll leave tomorrow, so I won't trouble you anymore," I said lazily and went to my room.

He's got a thick face confessing then dumping me the next day. How dare he play me like that? How could he do such thing? Now he's here talking like as if I hold all the blame for something I didn't mean to do. he never even tried to ask. He's just there, angry and disappointed.

The next day, I started packing my things when Rein barge in my room. I looked at him in shock but he wasn't showing any signs of facial expression.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Go cook, I have to be somewhere else," he stated and left.

“Wait—“ I was gonna say something but he was already out of the main door.

I sighed before going to the kitchen. The last thing I want right now is to cook for someone that I really want to cut off, and what's with Rein trusting me with his kitchen?

I want to push while cooking but I might break. Maybe later it will be deducted from my salary.

Right, how do I get my salary? Rein doesn't have a phone, I don't have Magnus' number. Oh, right, I'll get his house number in the guard's office.

I was pissed but it feels good to cook in the kitchen alone, so I cooked eggs and made an egg sandwich, and cooked bacon. I was gonna make bagels too but I don't want to stay here for too long. When finished, I place the food on the table and enjoyed fixing the food on the plate to make it look good. I put water in the pitchel and a glass, and I'm done.

Time to leave.

I was about to walk out of the kitchen when Magnus showed up.

“Can we eat?” he asked.

I ignored him and I would have passed him when he stopped me. His hands held my arms gently.

"I'm sorry."

I still ignored him and left his hand holding me.

“I know, it was bad to make you feel like I dump you, but I didn’t. I didn't dump you, he's just a lot. ”

"Who is?" I feel like he's pertaining to the old guy that visited him.

“Sutton, we have this project to finish, it’s a very important one, and it’s hard not to think about it, and I just didn’t want to face anything the past few days. Everything is weighing down on me and I'm sorry, I could've done better than ignore you say the words I said. ”

I looked at him for a moment and thought. He hoesntly sound tired and sorry. That made me sigh. It's not like I'm super angry. I was just also disspointed on the way he treated me and assumed that I was like this, like that. It was really disappointing and all I needed is explanation.

"Who is he?" I will ask. I know he know, I'm pertaining to the old guy.

He hesitated, his hands started playing each other and him shifting a little bit. I could tell he's debating whether to tell me or not.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” I told him. I was just curious and he has the right to keep it, whatever it is.

"All I need was an explanation, so thank you for explaining, and I accept your apology."

It made him sigh out of relief and smile. I smiled back at him, then he suddenly pulled me to a hug.

"Thank you."

His body against mine felt so nice. It's as if I found a place I could totally spend my time with. Is my feeling deeper than I thought they were? Am I in trouble?

I shook those though off my mind and enjoyed the hug. If this is what the flow is taking me, then I shall comply and see how it goes.

After all, I am here to live my life. If this is where it's taking me, then I shall take the challenge.

Together, we ate breakfast and enjoyed every moment of it. It's the best breakfast I've ever had ever since I came here. It's not like I don't enjoy the other breakfast I had with Rein, this one is just hitting me in the heart really good.

Magnus asked if I wanted to stay, and I said I would.

We went to my room and unpack my bag and he enjoyed looking at my stuff.

"Oh." He helped up my black g-string underwear so my eyes widened and I grabbed it from him.

"Don't touch this," I said shyly. This was gifted to me by my friend Safari. I never wore it but I keep gifts whatever they are, so it stayed in my closet.

“That’s sexy,” he commented and proceeded to check my other things out, from my bra, to my panty, to my spaghetti strap shirts and my collection of long sleeve shirts, dresses.

"I haven't seen you wearing this." He lifted my spaghetti strap shirt.

"I'm at work, always," I informed him, in case he's forgetting that I'm his maid and not a visitor.

"You love long sleeve," he stated. I just nodded at him.

I'm picky with what I wear though. I don't like any long sleeve, I want the fabric to be comfortable and if possible, easily warmed. There's a lot of fabric that feels cold most of the time and it needs to be touching your skin for it to warm up, I don't like those, feels like plastic. And I hide my scars, too. People often see it disgusting, and I don't take offense on that, sometimes, it's their first time seeing such hands, so it's their first response. It's very understandable.

After tidying up, leave it in the closet.

“There, all done,” I told myself.

Then I felt Magnus, hugging me from behind. He sniffed my neck obviously, so it made me stay still. What is he doing?

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. Should I nod? Well I don't know! He's already there, why not do it? "Hmmm?"

He's waiting for my answer.

"Yes?" I hesitantly said. I heard his little chuckle and licked my ears. It was enough to send shivers down my spine in a really good way.

I turned around voluntarily to face her. Our nose met and we both smiled. I started kissing him and he kissed me back. His tongue started exploring inside my mouth, until our tongue are both dancing in each other's mouth. Hands traveling down each other's body, he squeeze my butt gently. His hands are big and wide and it feels nice on my butt.

“Hmm,” I moaned when his hands went to my boobs and played my nipples that’s behind my shirt, so my hands went down to his friend and I caress it playfully.

It was enough for him to suddenly gently bit my lips and let out a faint moan. He sat on my bed and I was on his lap. I position myself in a way where our parts are rubbing each other. It wasn't hard because his friend is alive and I could feel it.

He broke the kiss and his lips went down to my neck. He lifted my shirt and went to my boobs, his lips expertly twirling his tongue on my nipple, it was breathtaking. I held on his head and move my hips in a circular way cause his dick and my vagina rubbing each other through out clothes was enough to make both of us moan.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned and I bit my lips.

He was about to take my shirt off when his phone rang on his pocket.

We both went up with overwhelming lust.

He answered his phone and suddenly, his expression changed. I think it's a problem.

He had to go, and I was left there, horny and alone. I had to take care of it myself.