MAEVE HAWTHORN.
What are you doing, Maeve, what the fuck were you thinking?
The question ran around in my mind and I felt as though there was a loosened bolt in my head as I ran as fast as my legs could carry me without even caring if there was anyone in the hallway that could see me naked.
My heart raced and my pulse pounded as my breathing paced, finally getting to my room, I slammed the door shut and pressed my back against the door as I covered my ears with my hands.
Everything else was silent but I could hear my blood rushing, my pussy pulsating and I felt the juice trickle down my inner thigh, causing a frustrated groan to escape my lips.
I’d told myself multiple times that I’m not going to be affected by him but seeing him naked had made me throw all of that out the window in just a matter of seconds.
Sliding down the door with my ears covered, I sat on the ground for a while as I waited to regulate my breathing but the more I thought about what had almost transpired between Enzo and I, the more my pussy vibrated.
My body still felt as if it was half ice and half flame and as I moved my hand from my ears, I pulled my knees closer to my chest and laid my head on them as I closed my eyes.
If I want to survive in this house I need to be immune to Enzo’s attractive aura, I need to be immune to anything he does and says.
Staggering to my feet, I made my way to the mirror in my room and stared at my own red face in the mirror.
My ears were burning red and I didn’t even need to stare into the mirror to know that it was that red because along with the heat coursing through my body, along with the heat that still lurked around my chest, causing my nipples to harden, I could feel the heat on my face.
I saw his cock and despite being a virgin, I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment and I hate to admit it but I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement at the prospect of him fucking me.
I felt as though I was a breathless girl of eighteen, too caught up in my own emotions to pull away from him, I was too excited by the possibility of what he could do to me to tear myself away from him.
At that moment…….
I wanted him even more.
If it hadn’t been for the phone ringing I would still be there and only God knows what could have happened between us.
Letting out a sigh that was partly of relief, I went to bed and crawled under the covers as I curled up like a dejected cat, different thoughts running through my mind.
It’s not going to happen again. I’m never going to let it happen again.
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It’s been two weeks and I haven’t seen nor heard of Enzo since that night, he didn’t barge into my room like he had done that day and even when I’m on a walk in the garden, I barely saw him.
“You didn’t remember to bring a hat, Maeve!” A voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Clara behind me as she placed a hat over my head and I smiled.
“I’ve told you multiple times to always bring a hat, it’s burning out here.” She added and I apologized. Clara is one of the few people that has made my two weeks here feel less of a hell hole.
While the other maids referred to me as a slut and bullied me until I was reduced to holing up in my own room, Clara showed up like a ray of sunshine and did everything she could to make me feel better.
She was five years older than me but she looked ten years younger than her age, short with an hourglass figure that I know made men look at her more than twice.
Her red hair was full and rich and despite being a maid, she carried herself with so much grace that one wouldn’t know at first glance that she’s a maid.
“What’s wrong? Something bothering you?” She asked as soon as we both made our way into the gazebo and I shook my head.
“Nothing much.” I sighed even though it was clear in my voice that I was lying. It’s been two whole weeks and I haven’t seen him, heard his voice or bump into him at least once.
“I’m not supposed to be bothered, I mean, I wished for him to leave me alone but I can’t just help but feel…..”
“Concerned?” Clara asked before I finished talking and I had no idea if I should nod or shake my head.
She knew who I was talking about without me mentioning a name and that reminded me of my best friend, who I really need to get in touch with.
Part of me was worried and concerned and that part made me stay up all night wondering if something had happened to him while the other part of me was just relieved.
It’s times like this that I need Scarlet, she knows me better than I know myself and she would tell it as it is and let me know just what I’m feeling.
“It’s just, fuck! I’m not supposed to be this worried and yet here I am wondering if he had been shot dead somewhere and I don’t know!” I blabbed and Clara laughed.
“Mr De-Luca isn’t the kind of man that can easily be killed,” she said soothingly with a calming smile, “if you’re that worried about him then why don’t you let him know that?”
“And feed his ego?” I spat as I scoffed at the same time, “No fucking way am I going to do that.” I immediately added.
“You’re clearly bothered and honestly, I think you should talk to him,” Clara started as she stood to her feet, “you’d be surprised how much has changed in the days you haven’t seen him.” She added.
My head tilted to the side as I thought of the possible ways Enzo De-Luca could change but I just couldn’t see it, he seems too egotistical to ever change anything about himself.
“And if you want to talk to him, I saw him and Mr Carter go into his study together a few hours ago, they’re probably still there.” She smiled at me.
“Why would I-”
Clara didn’t let me finish talking before springing it on me that she had chores to attend to and with that she stormed out of the gazebo, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Why do I need to talk to him? He’s the last person I ever want to talk to.
Sitting on the bench, my thin fingers tensed in my laps and I was doing everything in my power to fight the barrages of thoughts that were going through my head.
Forcing myself to settle down, I shook my head and repeated to myself just how much I didn’t want to see him but to my utter bewilderment, I was already making my way into the house and towards Enzo’s study.
I couldn’t help but feel like Enzo had been avoiding me. If Clara wanted me to talk to him so much then there’s a huge possibility that he’s been home the entire time.
He’s most definitely avoiding me, why then should I go out of my way to check on him? To talk to him?
Lost in my own thoughts, I was forced to snap out of it when I bumped into something really hard. I felt my eyes roll and my vision immediately blurred out as I lost my footings.
“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath but instead of hitting the ground, I felt a force pull me back, causing me to crash against what felt like a wall.
“Are you okay?” A masculine voice jolted me out of my thoughts and it wasn’t until then that I realized I’d just bumped into someone.
My eyes widened in shock as I got out of his hold and immediately pulled away from him, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I apologized with my eyes closed but the person I’d bumped into only laughed.
“You don’t have to apologize so desperately, I wasn’t looking too so we’re practically both at fault.” He said amidst laughter.
Lifting my gaze, I looked up to see an unfamiliar man standing in front of me. He had a smile plastered on his face, his blonde hair shone brightly and he had the handsomeness of a teenager.
“Are you okay though? You seemed out of it for a moment.” He said as he closed the gap between us to look into my eyes.
He placed his palm on my forehead and I felt chills all over me as I hurriedly moved away from him, “w- wh- what are you doing?” I stuttered.
“You don’t have to be so scared, I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to be sure you’re fine and you look like you are.” He smiled, showing a perfect set of teeth.
He looked tough, lean and sinewy and the very way he smiled at me told me that he’s the kind of man that easily makes friends.
Reflected light glimmered over his handsome face like beams of icy radiance and I couldn’t help but smile back at him as I apologized again.
“I’m Levi, a friend of Enzo and let me guess, brown eyes, long dark brown hair, you must be Maeve!” He said happily but I only felt the goosebumps on my skin multiply.
“How’d you-”
“Like I said, I’m a friend of Enzo’s and he’s told me enough about you to know who you are at first glance.” He explained before I could ask and I felt my stomach tighten.
Something crawled in my stomach and judging by how hot my cheeks and ears were starting to feel, I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that what had crawled in my stomach were butterflies.
Enzo told this man about me? What could he possibly have said to him about me?
“What did he-”
“Levi!” A familiar voice called behind me and I jumped, “you left…..”
His voice trailed off as soon as I turned to face him and my jaw dropped at the sight of him, causing me to stare at him blankly with my mouth open.
No, this man most definitely CANNOT be Enzo.