Chapter 4.

Emma.

The next day was pretty shocking.

Miss Dorota told me to deliver coffee to Jax in his room, she said he needed coffee every morning.

How am I supposed to face him? Wasn't she the one that didn't wang me around the so-called young master? Why did she want me seeing him?

“But ma, after what happened yesterday, I'm not sure you-...” I tried saying just to get interrupted.

“Are you defying my orders, how dare you complain? Get out of my sight before I smack your face again, and trust me, it would be far worse if I get my hands on you.” She threatened.

Oh my, this old woman was deadly.

I quickly carried the tray where the cup of hot coffee sat before rushing out of the kitchen.

The hallways were lit up by the white light as I made my way up the stairs to where his room was located.

Stopping by his door, I knocked on the luxurious door waiting to hear his voice but he didn't talk.

I decided to enter the room seeing his sleeping form lying comfortably on the soft white mattress. He looked so peaceful, anyone that saw him in the shape wouldn't even think he used to bully people. His chest was slightly exposed while the covers coated the rest of his body.

I made my way over to the small desk beside his bed, dropping the tray.

Now the only thing remaining was how in the hell I was gonna wake him up.

“Y-young Master? Please wake up.” I called but no reaction.

I raised my voice but that didn't seem to work so I went with physical touch. 

Here goes nothing.

I lightly tapped his shoulder continuously which had him shuffling and humming. His brows scrunched up at the discomfort which made him look cute.

Hell nah did I just say that? 

I can never find this stupid brat cute. Eww, I'd rather puke all over his face.

“Sir…sir, I brought your coff-...”

Suddenly, he pulled me to the covers with him making me gasp as I lay against him, our faces inches away from each other as I pressed on his muscles. His grip tightened on my waist as he held me against him. 

“Shut up. You're so loud.” His low coarse rumbling voice reverberated into my ear which sent shivers down my spine as my face turned into a blushing mess.

Woah, I can't remember his voice being this deep.

“Sir please, I'm not-...”

“Fuck! I told you to shut up, will you?”His green eyes snapped open, immediately clashing with mine.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight before him. I bet my face looked like a tomato right now.

Something seems to form in his eyes and if I'm not mistaken, I swear that he glanced at my lips just now.

I swallowed as his eyes dug into mine. The blue in them swirling in his green orbs. My heart was thumping so fast in my chest, it felt like it could bust out at any moment. Why am I feeling like this? I've never felt this way in my life.

He continued to gaze at me before he frowned, pushing me off him.

“Get off me, dammit.” he cursed as I violently landed on the floor with a hard thug by my knee. Ouch! That's gonna hurt later.

“Are you a slut or what? Throwing yourself at me like that.” he groaned as he sat up on the bed running his hand through his dark hair.

I stood up feeling the burning sensation by my knee as I tried to answer the whore himself.

“I-I’m sorry sir, it wasn't intentional. I only came to bring your coffee but you were still asleep so I tried waking you up before you dragged me into the bed, sir.” I bowed my head at him.

“Really, I dragged you? You? This… This thing?” he bluntly replied, eyeing my figure, making me feel more worthless like than I already felt and soon the painful memories came rushing to me.

My chest crinkled at the pain as I tried to regain myself in front of him.

He scoffed, “Just admit that I caught your eye, but unlucky for you. I'm not into maids.”

His words had me boiling with rage as he emphasized the ‘maids’. I struggled to not answer the annoying bastard who continued to glare viciously at me.

He reached over the table to taste the coffee. Immediately he took a sip, he choked and spat the liquid all over my outfit making me feel more hopeless than I already am. I gasped by the time I saw the state of my maid uniform. 

This brat!

“What the fuck? Jesus Christ. What kind of maids are in this house? I should have all of you fired. Did you make this?” He coughed slightly with a disgusted face.

“No sir.” I bluntly replied, waiting for him to dismiss me.

“Get the fuck out of my room before I break this on your head.” He yelled at my face which had my self-control giving out.

I raised my head and gave him the deadliest glare I could muster. He flinched slightly but immediately coated it. My eyes bored into his head as I went over to grab the cup and tray harshly off his hands storming out of the room and slamming the door hard.

I was suddenly feeling so bold. He was really getting on my nerves and if care isn't taken, I might end up answering the douchebag with very harsh remarks.

I finally reached the kitchen spotting Miss Dorota. I'm really going to tell her straight in the face.

“Ma, young master hated the coffee you made and even threatened to have all of us fired for doing a bad job.” I bluntly said straight up to her face.

She gasped before squeezing her brows, her forehead wrinkling as she glared malevolently at me.

“Ok then, why don't you go ahead to make his coffee from now on? You seem so bold to say that to my face.” She finally retorted, surprisingly not throwing insults as I expected her to do.

I only frowned at her before nodding. It couldn't be that hard. I used to make coffee in the cafe I worked in.

It couldn't be that bad.