Chapter 6 His Maid

~Elena~

I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body.

I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare.

My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power.

I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake?

I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

My jaw dropped when I saw what a maid's room looked like. It was twice the size of my old room in the Rogers house, with everything else twice as big.

"This is where you will be staying henceforth until the master says otherwise." Flynn interrupted my moment, there was a quick flash of emotion in his eyes but I couldn't pinpoint what it meant.

I nodded, accepting the fact that I was demoted to a maid from being Asher's wife. Actually, I was more glad I wouldn't be sharing a room with that monster.

"Alright then. When you're all set, meet me in the hall by four sharp so I can fill you in on your duties."

I nodded, "I will." And he left.

Giving a few minutes into checking out my room, I walked into the bathroom and my heart clenched slightly when I saw my reflection in the glass walls.

The love bites on my neck and my bleeding cheeks gave my tummy a shake. My boobs looked like they passed through heat and my nipples were sore. I looked like I had an encounter with a voracious being. I could still remember the pain from every one of them, and how he paid no attention to any of it.

I couldn't help but wonder if more of this awaited me in my future with Asher. I hoped not.

I sniffed, wiping the tears from my eyes.

After a painful shower, I walked back to my room and pulled into a pair of sweats. I glanced at the time and it was close to four, so I walked out to find Flynn.

He gave me a hefty lecture on what I was to do, accompanied by a tour around the house, and a list of Asher's likes and dislikes. Asher hated not being punctual the most.

It was almost five o'clock after the whole training and I took a quick nap on my bed to rest my tired body.

I was to serve Asher his coffee at 6 a.m. and I couldn't be late even by a second.

I popped out of bed as soon as the alarm went off. After properly fixing the maid attire on my body, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and sprinted out of my room.

"Good morning, Flynn," I passed him at the kitchen entrance.

"Oh good morning, Julia. The master is in his room and it's almost time. You remember all that I told you yesterday, right?"

"I think so," I nodded, "but if I have some questions-

"Marla will assist you." He spoke as he nodded at the maid who was preparing the coffee. Then he left and I walked into the kitchen

"You must be Marla," I spoke to the one who was making Asher's coffee.

"It clearly says so on my tag," she replied icily.

"Right, it does," I rubbed my sweaty palm on my skirt. "You must be one of the old staff here, can I ask what Ash- the master is like?" I quickly rephrased.

"You're just a new maid. I warn you not to play tricks," the coldness came again and I somehow sensed her hostility.

"The young master hates sloppy servants," she turned to give me a full stare and then scoffed. "Good luck on your first day, rookie."

She turned around and left, leaving me with the coffee on the counter.

I checked my outfit and hair, wondering if I looked messy in any way. I concluded that I misunderstood her words.

Bracing myself, I picked up the saucer and head out of the kitchen. Getting to Asher's room door, I did a quick reexamination and knocked.

"Come in," his response came stiffly.

I walked in, noting that he was focused on his computer.

"Uh, I brought your coffee."

"You're late," he spoke through his teeth, "it's one second past the time."

"I'm sorry, I took the stairs."

"A goddamn excuse," he gritted. "Flynn is so fucked." He grabbed the telephone and placed a call, "Come to my room immediately!"

I shook slightly at the thunderous sound of his voice. At this point, I realized Flynn wasn't being extra when he overemphasized the time, he wasn't exaggerating when he told me that to Asher, even a millisecond counts.

It was a stupid mindset and if I wasn't focused on not getting my father in trouble, I would have blurted out my thoughts.

"It's my fault, Flynn did nothing. He taught me everything, I was slow," I said.

He faced me and that was when I realized he was smirking. "You're learning how to take responsibility now. Ian must be impressed."

I sucked in my breath.

"How hot is it?" He suddenly asked as he looked at the coffee.

"Really hot. A hundred degree centigrade hot." I emphasized.

"I don't believe you." Skillfully, he swiveled the chair and moved towards me. Each push made my heart thump but I defeated the urge to retreat.

"Kneel," he ordered and I went on my knees, now on the same height level with him.

"Asher, I-

"Quiet. It's master to you. I am your master. Say it. Call me master."

"Master," I said in a breath, gulping. "I-

"Quiet."

He circled me and I felt his heat behind me, my breath hitched when I felt his finger lightly graze my neck as he reached for the coffee cup.