Florence. A groan slid past my lips the moment I peeled my eyes open, but that wasn't the weird part. The weird and excruciatingly hilarious part of all this was why I was groaning. It was literally too early, I doubted the sun had even come yet, and here I was, groaning loudly just because I peeled my eyes open at the break of dawn.It wasn't my fault. I was sure no one would blame me, because if they were in my shoes they would have probably done worse. Worse than my early morning groanings. I sighed as I swung my legs from off my bed, pushing myself up into a sittinh position. I found my gaze straying towards the direction of the clock and I let it, until I regretted it immediately. Just a little high on the rough walls, a wall clock hung, it's hands pointing at five and nine respectively. *Great. It was 5:45am and I just had to be the one in charge of that pompous guy*I wanted nothing more than to the lay on the bed, even if it was for a little while.But knowing the kind
Chapter TenFlorence. Beads of sweat lined my forehead as I clutched onto the broom, like my whole life depended on it. In a way, I could say it actually did. Intense jolts of pain spread through my hands and legs and with each sweep of the broom against the floor, I felt like I was this close to passing out. I pressed my eyes closed against each other as I bent down, struggling to catch my breath. Hot air raced in my lungs and if I didn't catch my breath anytime soon, I would definitely take a quick trip to unconscious land. "Calm down, Florence." I inhaled and exhaled, willing myself to stay on my feet. You couldn't blame me if you looked at it carefully, I'd been on my two feet all morning handling one chore or the other. "You can do this. You just need rest." But would I get it? Hell no. From the looks of things and the workload I had to deal with everyday, it was beginning to look like I was the only one here. The only maid in the entire house. But how could that be? With t
Dominique A cool breeze blew by, rustling the leaves and braches up on the tree. Although mild, it was still strong enough to shake a few things, my hair not left out. A sigh slid past my lips as I threaded my fingers through my hair. It was no doubt that it looked nothing more than a bird's nest which definitely wasn't suitable for someone like me. But I didn't care, at least not today. It was Sunday, and Sundays were meant for relaxing.A bird jumped onto one of the branches, catching my attention immediately. I watched as the almost tiny bird flapped it's wings about, its beak pecking and picking at the tree, obviously looking for something to eat. "You should have gotten a bird feeder by now." A voice spoke from behind me. If I hadn't known to whom it belonged to, I definitely would have spun on my wheel, trying to figure out who the hell had the guts to walk into my personal space, and without permission too. "Will I have to remind you again Dominique boy?""I'm not a boy a
FlorenceI swiped at my forehead with the back of my palm, letting the beads of sweat drop to the ground. The moment they reached the ground though, a wave of regret washed over me. I had just mopped there and now I would have to do it all over again*Oh good lord*I sighed as I stared at the one wet ground. If I looked closely and from a different angle, I could see that particular spot glistening under the warm glow of the chandelier lights. I was just about to swipe my mop over the spot, when a thought came to mind. Suddenly, I found my eyes darting from the stairs that led to the foyer and Dominique's room, back to the wet spot just in front of me. What if I left it just as it was? It was barely noticeable too and it wouldn't cause any harm right? Unless Dominique were to walk right through here. A small smile made its way to my lips as I allowed my imagination run wild. A picture of Dominique walking right by played in my mind and I let it.My smile grew even wider as I pictu
Florence. "Maybe I should start all over again?" I mumbled to no one else in particular. I was literally the only one in the room so it made no sense that I wasn't talking to anyone. More specifically, it didn't make any sense that I was talking to myself and that I was unapologetically doing it. " Or perhaps I should…"I shook my head slowly, simultaneously thrashing the idea alongside with it. Why would I want to start over? After spending hours cleaning this huge library, why would I want to start all over again? *Dominique's aunt, that's why* A sigh slid past my lips as I stared at the large book shelf ahead. On a normal day, I always gushed about how beautiful the books were and swooned on how I would love to have my own one day. Hell, even Olivia pointed out her favorite books and let me borrow it for some time. She also taught me a trick to slip out a book from there without being noticed, on the condition that I would return it after. I was surprised that she'd t
Dominique. "What the hell?" The curse word slid past my lips the moment the loud bang of something shattering against glass reached my ears. It was so loud I pressed my eyes shut , over each other. My ears rang for a full minute and even after that, the aftereffects that looked like I would be having a hard time hearing from here on out lingered in my head. *Son of a bitch* It took a while before the ringing in my ears finally subsided and the moment it did, I turned my attention back to the table. I stared at the many papers that filled each and every corner of my desk. Figures and variables stared back at me and I stated back, my eyes skimming the figures over and over. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I groaned as I swiped my hand across the table in anger. Sheets of papers and files tumbled onto the ground as I stood there, rooted to my spot and fuming. I hated distractions, I hated distractions whenever I was working. It irked me so much that even the tiniest of noises coul
I kept my eyes trained on the door in front of me, not daring to break eye contact for once. Not like it mattered though. Or maybe it did. At this point, I wasn't sure I knew what mattered and what didn't anymore. It was probably because I'd been standing here for the past one hour or more even. Or the fact that, even though I'd spent a lot of time out here, nothing had changed yet. Yes, it was probably one of those reasons. *Or perhaps, it was the hunger* I shook my head as a sigh slid past my lips. My bones felt weak and like they could snap into a million pieces any moment from now. My lungs burned with each breath of air I sucked in, and my stomach lurched and churned with amounts of pain I didn't even know was possible. I was this close to passing out, I could feel it, but I wouldn't dare do that. For the first time in a while, the idea of being unconscious didn't sound too comfortable for me anymore. Like it was trying to buttress my point, a memory made its way into my mind
Dominique. I drummed my fingers against the flat tabletop of the conference table in front of me. It was round and crystal clear, so clear I could see the fingers of one of my business partners shaking just underneath them. Prospective business partner, rather. *Amateurs* The table felt cool under the tip of my fingertips and I didn't mind concentrating on the mundane and unimportant things for now, so long as either one of the people surrounding me would wow me in someway. Right now, their chances were looking very slim and for their sake I really hoped this was a prank and not a cause of improper planning. If it was the latter then, then I could bet they wouldn't like what was coming. Not one bit. There was a reason I had risen to power over the years in the business world. I took my business and everything else like it was my entire life, because it actually was. There was no way I could be Dominique without my business empire. It just wasn't possible. "If we're done dill