09: Sleeping On The Master's Bed.

Leonor sat up in bed, glaring fiercely at Melissa. "Who do you think you are looking at in such a manner?" Melissa hissed, her eyes widening as if to murder Leonor.

Leonor reluctantly lowered her head a little before speaking; "Miss Melissa, I have no personal grudges with you. Neither had I ever tried to go against you, so why are you punishing me in such a manner?" She questioned, trying her best to conceal her anger.

Melissa, on the other hand, truly didn't exactly hate Leonor, she was like this with every other new girl in the mansion. Her purpose for this was to inflict fear into them and make them completely submissive and respectful towards her.

"Do you think you are so special that I have the luxury of time to punish you? Please." She said, rolling her eyes at Leonor. "Did I dismiss you earlier?" She asked, Leonor looked up at her confused, not understanding how to even respond to that question.

"Answer me, slave!" She snared. "N- no..." She slurred, still confused.

"Then why did you leave my room? For future purposes, you should know that you are not even allowed to breathe until you have my permission to, got it?" To Leonor, this was more or less another level of pettiness and another attribute of Melissa that made her so similar to Master Armando.

Were these two twins in their past lives? She thought to herself. She sighed, defeated, and decided it was better to just do as she said if she was truly going to survive.

"I apologize for my mistake, Miss Melissa." She said robotically, hoping Melissa would walk away from the room and let her sleep, not that she could sleep comfortably anymore as her sheets were soaked in cold water from Melissa's earlier onslaught.

"As you should. Now, go up to Master Armando's room and make sure to clean up perfectly before he's out of the shower." She ordered.

The mention of going up to Master Armando's room rang in her head like a bell, and she immediately wanted to refuse, she had worked hard to make sure she wouldn't have to enter that space ever again, but tonight it seemed like Melissa just wanted her to go through hell over and over. This Melissa girl is just bad news for her.

Melissa walked out of her room and Leonor followed behind. She got into the elevator after Melissa had gone up already, and then made her way into Master Armando's room.

She knocked twice but got no response, and that's when she heard the sound of a running shower, she then remembered that Melissa had said earlier that he was taking a shower.

She pushed open the door slowly and entered only to be hit with the strong unmistakable scent of sex in the air. She looked around the room to see used condoms almost everywhere, was Master Armando a beast? He had to be a sex beast to have used all of this on Melissa. And if he was a beast, then she had to praise the stamina of Melissa and the rest of the women in the villa, as they all had sex with him and were still in one piece.

She pushed those thoughts aside and wondered how on earth she was meant to tidy this mess up. Just as she pondered on that, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and she jumped in fright. Armando came out and saw a small figure standing in the room like a scared bunny under the dim light. He had no idea who it was, as there was a shadow blocking half of her face.

"Clean up and get out." He ordered as he made his way towards the closet. He was completely naked and Leonor had seen all of him, her face turned red, and her cheeks flushed as she thought of his appearance longer than she was supposed to. It was her first time seeing the body of a man and even though it was a bit dark in the room, she still noticed how sexy it was and how her body reacted to it.

"Why are you still standing there like that?" Armando's deep, cold voice cut through the air, terrifying her once more. "I- I... I was just cleaning. Yes, cleaning." She said and moved towards the bed. She felt reluctant to touch it still as she knew exactly what went on there, and she had the scent and condoms to prove it.

Armando, on the other hand, was frozen in place on hearing her voice, the side of his lips immediately pulled up into a smirk as he'd recognize that voice anywhere. It could only belong to one defiant trouble magnet of a girl. He elegantly moved towards the wall and flipped the switch, light immediately shone across the room and Leonor looked up at him like a thief who just got caught in a net.

"Who do we have here?" Leonor noticed he was now wearing a sleeping attire and breathed out a sigh of relief. "Leonor... Right?" He pretended not to know her name when, in fact, he had been keeping a close eye on her the whole time. He had even gotten her promoted so he could have her a bit closer, all the while ignoring her and pushing her away.

There was just something about this girl who amazed him so much and drawled him in. He had no idea why, and sometimes even concluded that it might just be her braveness that amused him, and he would get over it soon. But even after a full month had passed, he was still very much intrigued by her every step, he hated it more than anything whenever he watched her get looked down upon by others and wanted her to strike back or at least say something.

But she wouldn't. She would conceal her rage and continue working diligently. This almost made him lose interest in her until one day, he had entered the cell room alone and saw she was venting in there. The cell room was soundproof, and even the loudest of gunshots could never be heard from down there. She knew that too and always went down there every night to vent out her anger.

On that particular night, she had been mad at Reina for not believing her that she had nothing to do with Armando, so she had no idea why he gave her the promotion. She yelled out the words; "Why won't anyone just believe me and stop making it hard for me? I don't want your dumb ass, Master! I don't like him at all! I will never sleep with him! I won't go near him, and I don't care! And that Armando, huh? Does he think he's the all-high and mighty king or an emperor of some sort? I won't call him Master, so what can he do? Ah!" She was loud, extremely loud, and ended up falling to the ground crying and murmuring the words, she just wanted to get out of there and live a normal life. She didn't want this at all.

The next day, Armando immediately ordered that CCTV cameras be installed in the cell room but discreetly. His men were not in favor of this as initially, there was no footage in the room so whatever happened in the room died in the room, literally. But now putting up footage was dangerous. Armando knew of their worries but didn't care, he enjoyed watching her vent, and that always made his day.

He's always had a hard time falling asleep, which was why he always had sex with his women until every last bit of strength in him was drained, and he would fall asleep immediately. But every time he watched her clips, he slept comfortably and peacefully with no dreams or nightmares. That's why his sex time with his women reduced from 5–6 hours to just 1 hour.

Just now when he got out of the bathroom, his initial plan was to watch her clip for tonight, this had become his habit for a while now. But then seeing as there was a maid in the room it irritated him. However now, seeing as it was her, he felt relatively satisfied.

He elegantly sat on the couch and watched her struggle to pick up a condom from the side of the bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his tone less cold than earlier when he had ordered her to clean up and get out. "I'm cleaning Master, Armando." She replied.

He thought of how she referred to him just now and somewhat hated it. He was used to her calling him Armando whenever she vented and now hearing her call him Master, it felt too formal and outrightly weird. His expression changed from that of mischievousness to nervousness as he thought of if he would end up regretting his next words to her. "You do not need to refer to me as Master Armando."

Leonor, who had already steeled her heart and, was about to pick up a condom stilled her motion and looked at him with a confused gaze. "Only when it's just us in the room."

She swallowed, feeling uncomfortable by the strange expression on his face. Since she had met him, she had never seen a single expression on his face besides anger, and seeing something new amused her to that she found herself stealing more and more glances at him. "Is this your first time picking up a condom, or are you just nervous because I'm here?"

Armando found himself asking, she gazed at him with no words to say. What should she say? That she felt disgusted to touch a condom covered in Melissa and his semen. Armando shook his head slowly and suddenly looked bored, he stood up and walked past her, headed out of the room. "If you can't do it, then call another maid to clean it up." He suggested and left the room.

He went up to the terrace and rested his hands by the railing, it was windy tonight, and he came out here to smoke and give her space to clean up properly. He brought out a box of cigarettes and lit one up. He began breathing out puffs of smoke as his gaze zeroed in on the stars up in the skies. He remembered when he hadn't built his empire this large and only had a few men by his side.

He would avoid looking up at the stars, as he would always remember that a dumb legend his mother told him says the people who die go up there and look down on everyone else. He always hated looking up at the stars at the time, and it even became his habit to despise the stars. But tonight he was looking up at it again, this time with nothing in his eyes. No emotions, feelings, or humanity. He felt no remorse for any of the deaths as he believed he wouldn't have killed anyone who didn't deserve it.

It had been a long while, he had been up there for close to two hours, and he was sure Leonor should be done cleaning up the room by now and should be back to her room. But what he didn't expect was to return to his now spotless room and find Leonor sleeping comfortably on his bed.