SKIMPY DRESS

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Layla's heart almost skipped a bit at the sudden intervention. She immediately removed her hands from his body and distanced herself without even giving a second thought. Then she realized she was in her undies only. The person wasn't visible to her as was she to him, thanks to Michael who deliberately kept himself in front of her. 

"Get the hell out," Michael uttered in a deep voice without even glancing and Layla heard the receding footsteps followed by a thud sound. He then directed his full attention to her and Layla hurriedly crossed her hands, trying to cover her half-naked self. 

"You can change." He said curtly before turning his back again towards the door. Layla thanked him inwardly for behaving like a gentleman. Her eyes wandered around the room to notice pieces of her torn clothes. She bit her lip in embarrassment.

"Ma-Master… I don't have any other clothes here. Could you plea—" 

"Close your mouth." He said causing her to purse her lips, soon she saw him rushing towards his wardrobe. 'He's not going to offer me his clothes right?' She mused as she kept her hands crossed over her chest. 

Soon Michael offered her a white midi dress, with red color pearls printed all over it. She didn't question another thing before she almost snatched the dress from him and rushed towards the bathroom. Michael smiled as he watched her back retreating.

"You may continue…" She heard him say as she exited the bathroom and soon his appearance became clear to her as Michael stepped aside to accompany him into the room. The man looked tall and handsome clad in the uniform. 

"This is Layla. She's my… personal maid. Layla this is James, my childhood friend who is also a stellar cop." Michael said smiling masking the sadness he felt a moment before. James chuckled at his remark and extended her hand to Layla. He was almost his height with a built body but he didn't have her Master's blue eyes or chiseled face.

'What the hell? Why am I comparing him to this cop,' she mused but watching her Master's prying gaze she brought back herself to the reality before she acknowledged his handshake.

"Layla… bring us tea; James follow me." He said, leaving her sight as the cop trailed behind him towards the home office. Layla sighed before she headed to the kitchen.

*******

"Don't worry man, I'll treat this as my top priority." He said, leaving the room with Michael's blood samples along with some of the leftover pizza slices from the trashcan.

"I'll be leaving for my office, Layla. Get me breakfast and don't leave the mansion whatever may be the scenario. Someone wants to harm you…" He said before he got lost in his thoughts. 

"M-Me?" She asked kind of baffled. 

"Yes, you; See we both shared the pizzas. So we both should have been affected and hungry for sex, right?" He asked straight-faced but Layla blushed seeing him so vocal about sex.

"Right?!"

"Ye-Yeah Master." She stared at him, gulping down her discomfort.

"But it only worked on me which means… It was meant to work only on men." He said with quiet confidence and Layla's eyes grew wide at his discovery. Someone wanted to ruin her by getting her raped? She thought but couldn't point the finger at anyone. 

"Stay put. Avoid meeting strangers. I might be returning late." He said and gestured to her with his eyes towards the kitchen. Layla hurried down to make him a quick breakfast. After he finished having his meal, he gave her one last glance before he left.

*******

Mayra finished her lunch in the maid's quarters and was now heading to the mansion to continue her work. Suddenly she paused in her steps as she caught a glimpse of Layla leaving the mansion and heading her way. 'What the hell? How is she able to walk so well?' She gazed shockingly at her. 

"Hi, Mayra…" Layla tried to initiate a conversation but the latter removed her gaze from her abruptly before she proceeded towards the mansion taking long strides.

"Why she's pissed at me every time?" She mumbled beneath her breath. It's not like Layla held any kind of grudge against her, considering she had to work with her under the same roof. Soon Anna provided her company in the maid's quarter as she was also having her lunch.

Later she asked Nana for any task, but she instructed her to better take care of her Master's room and stuff, instead of working for the whole mansion. Layla was about to leave when Nana held her hand stopping her.

"Yes Nana?" She asked meekly.

"Was Mayra threatening you?" Nana asked as she frowned looking at her. It seemed nothing misses this lady's eyes. She gently shook her head and left, but she halted in her steps as Mayra being the threat crossed her mind.

'Was it her who drugged Master?' The question remained unanswered.

Layla kept herself occupied cleaning, and arranging stuff in Michael's room, which was more like a penthouse in itself. She was engrossed in cleaning the cabinet when something caught her eye, which was stuck between the drawer frame.

She held the photo in hand and instantly she felt pleased. A man hugging his wife with a young boy held in his arms. It took her no time to comprehend it was her Master's parents and the little boy was none other than her Master. He resembled his father so much, but on a closer look, she recognized it was her mother who was responsible for his blue eyes. 

"I won't leave you, David! How can you be so heartless." She muttered under her gritted teeth as she recalled the dreadful tragedy befalled on them. 

*******

It was late at night and Layla was struggling to sleep as she was genuinely concerned for her Master, although he did mention to her that he would be returning late. The blazing sound of a car's engine was heard.

Layla set foot on the balcony to witness her Master exiting the car. She sighed in relief that he was okay but soon she grew anxious as soon as she caught him accompanying a woman out of the car, wearing a skimpy dress.