Chapter 4: "Mind your business, Mr. butler!"

The loud music blasts through across the room, and to this, dances Itzel in a very wild and sultry way. Not that anyone is right here to see her dance that way! Not all the time can she feel this carefree and light. So, she is enjoying every bit of it till it lasts, without any disturbance. Because she is well aware that when her mother will feel agitated by the sound of her loud music, she would definitely come into her room and for her to stop it right away.

And as Itzel has expected, the door to her room creaks open. With a sigh, she turns off the music and whirls around only to find...not her mother, but their new butler, Mr. Taylor! What? What is he doing here? It can't be that he would have heard the blaring loud music! Because he stays on the ground floor, and her parents stay on the first. So, it could have been possible that her mother would have told him to come here and tell her to turn it off? Maybe? "What is it, Mr. Taylor?" She asks him in a rather pissed tone. Yes, she is pissed! Because she is donning a very short denim shorts along with a tight fit neon pink crop top. And, Mr. Taylor can see her much exposed skin clearly in it. He comes in and stands just right infront of her. Now that they are standing so close to each other, Itzel can make out a lot of his features. His face appears to be quite young than his said age. Though his hair which are turning gray tells his age to some extend. His eyes are a beautiful shade of grey, almost unnatural, but beautiful. Even if he possess grey eyes, Itzel can't help herself from comparing those of his to those owned by Ruc! He had a beautiful set azure eyes, with which she had fallen in love with! No, she should not go there again! She must remind herself again and again that she is over him. Itzel is over Ruci Dmitri! All over, forever. Maybe...

Gulping audibly, she averts her gaze away from his eyes and hears a mesmerizing sound which so happens to be Mr. Taylor's laughter! She again looks back at him to find him covering his mouth with his palm as he shakes due to his now silent laughter. Annoyed by this, Itzel narrows her eyes at him, crossing her arms below chest. And that action of hers causes him to cease his laughter. Itzel smirks thinking that she must have appeared intimidating to him. But that is surely not the case!

Dmitri gulps the thickness in the back of his throat while trying his absolute best not to look her way. That simple action of hers has caused her full breasts to pop out from that darned little crop top of hers, without her knowledge ofcourse. Being a man with desperate needs, he can't help himself from stealing one or a few glances her way though! The valley of her chest can clearly be seen from where stands. Not to brag or appear cocky but Dmitri has had a good share of women, beautiful to that too, in his thirty years of living till now, but seeing Itzel now like this is having an effect on him at some another level. Normally, Ruci Dmitri would never ask any woman out on his own. It is the way around infact! But looks like if his circumstances allow him, then he can surely break that record right now without giving it a second thought. 'God! Is this some kind of punishment to me for rejecting her two years back?' He mutters to himself mentally. Seeing Itzel in such a skimpy outfit is kind of a torture to his manhood, for sure. Back then when she was his wife, she never used to dress like this. She only used to wear sarees and long sleeved, full length gowns. But now Dmitri could see that she has changed, a lot!

"What, Mr. Taylor? Have you come here just to stand like a motionless statue?" Itzel asks with a hint of sarcasm and vexation in her voice. And Dmitri has to think before he could say something to her in return. He has come to just stand infront of her room at first for a few moments to calm himself down. But when he came here, he heard the blaring music and could not help but creak open the door to find her dancing in a seductive manner. And when she caught him staring, he just had to come in. He has thought of feign mocking her for the way she dances, though it was enough to arouse him! But looks like he is the one who is being mocked here instead. Not being able to touch her even when she stands right infront of him in person, is no less than a taunt to his face! It just keeps reminding him that he has lost the one good person in his life, forever.

"No, I am here to tell you that you need to keep the volume down." Dmitri replies with a calm face. She scoffs at him before turning around and go to sit on her bed.

"And who told you to do that? My ma?" She asks him again and despite his sane brain tells him to confirm it, his not so sane mind decides against it.

"No, it is me who is saying that to you! You need to keep it down, you know. We can't even work here in peace with your this loud music blasting through that door." He tells her courageously. Raising her both eyebrows at his sudden burst, she stands up from the bed and comes near to stand infront of him.

"And...who do you think you are to say this to me? Our butler?" She says mocking him. Even she knows that it is rude to be talking to someone this way, but she could not care less about that right at this moment. She has had enough of people telling and controlling her life, and now she would not allow anyone, as in, anyone else, to do it! She will be on her own, her own control. He does not say anything to her and just stares at her with a rather blank face. And she can't tell what is going through his head now.

"Yes, I am your new butler who helps with your household chores to make all your lives easy here. So, you better watch your mouth when you talk to me, or else..." He says with a clenched jaw and through gritted teeth, in a tone filled with warning. This causes her gaze to flicker in fear, a good kind of at that. But not wanting to show it infront of the butler, she keeps her chin high and proudly stare back at him.

"Oh, very well then! Thank you so much for your kind help for which you are paid too, Mr. butler!" Itzel gushes out in a tone filled with sarcasm while batting her lashes at him innocently. Dmitri, who is a man with the least bit of patience, has had enough of her insults now! Inching towards her, he grabs her by the arm and pulls her closer to him.

"You better be thanking me, because if not, you would not like what I am going to do, Itzel!" Her eyes widen in a fraction. This is the first time for Mr. Taylor calling her by her name instead of Ms. Singh. And she can't decipher whether she liked it or not. Coming out of her wonderful thoughts, she starts wiggling in his hold but he just would not let go. As if in some sort of a trance, he keeps his predator eyes trained on her like he is about to devour her alive!

"Let go of me!" She commands him but he is Ruci Dmitri after all! How could he let his Itzel go now that he has finally gotten her? Or had the chance to get her.

"No, I would never do that!" He murmers to himself with a hint of possessiveness.

"What? What are you murmuring like a fucking mosquito?" She asks causing him to laugh out loud at that.

"You curse as well?" He can't help but ask her. Itzel was never one to curse back when she was his wife, or was it because she was trying to appear good infront of him all that time? With a frown, she looks at him in a challenging way.

"And what are you going to do about that now?" Shaking his head, he lets go of her and she stumbles back a little bit rubbing her arm where he had his grip tight.

"Are you always like this? Like a spoiled little brat with an attitude?" With that question being asked, Itzel's mind goes back to her old and miserable days. She reminds herself how other people used to walk all over her just because she was a fucking retard by her mouth! Just because she wished not to bicker with them for how they think of her. Just because she could not speak up for herself! Closing her eyes tight for brief second, Itzel quickly composes herself before opening them again only to glare at his direction.

"Yes, that I am! What else do you think? Huh?" She asks with a bitter edge to her tone. Dmitri is now barely containing himself as he has never been talked this way. Balling his palms into fists, he refrains from doing something which he will regret later on. How could such a sweet and caring girl have become like...this? In all those six months when they had lived together under one roof, she had been nothing but caring and loving towards him and even others. But who is this girl who is standing infront of him full of pride and arrogance? This could not be his Itzel! This is just some whole other person! Having to say a lot to her in his head, he opens his mouth to start speaking before his mouth could remind him that he is indeed a butler here.

"Itzel, I.." The chiming of a phone cuts him short before he could speak his mind out without thinking of the circumstances. Itzel jumps a little before throwing a glance at her. And just when she does, her face grows pale. Dmitri notices it but could not ask about it to her since she moves away to receive the call. From the inside, he feels thankful to the call that has cut him off before he could have ruined his whole plan and job. He should be more careful from the next time!

Itzel can feel the blood running cold in her veins when she sees who is calling her. Today, she was not expecting his call at all! Normally, she is being called out on busy week days so she could do her job efficiently. And every damn time she goes, she regrets it right after. With slightly shaky hands, she picks the call up. "H..hello?" She stutters out.

"Hello, my dear Itsi!" She cringes at the nickname he has used for her. "I bet that you were not expecting my call today! Am I right?" The man asks and she just manages to mutter out a low yes making him cackle. "Okay, what I wanted to say is that you need to come here tonight. We are going on a mission." The word mission almost makes her want to gag. Hell with the mission! Hope she could say that for real! But she can't now, can she? No!

"Okay, I will be there by six." She says.

"No, make it five. We will need more time to discuss the plan and all." He bargains to which she has to agree anyway. He is basically a boss to her! And no one can say no to their boss.

"Okay...I will be right on time. See you there!" She agrees a bit hesitantly before cutting the line and flinging her phone on the soft mattress while breathing out a long sigh.

"Who was on the call?" A deep voice shakes her already ruffled thoughts more. Jumping, she turns in its direction and finds Mr. Taylor still standing there.

"What are you still doing here?" Ignoring her question, he repeats his question.

Rolling her eyes, she retorts, "Mind your business, Mr. butler!"