Chapter 6

A week later...

The loud, irritating sound of my alarm buzzing shamelessly against the metal table it sits in is all I can hear at the moment. My palm wearily slaps down on to the device and it stops after a 10 second wait.

Sighing heavily, I sit up in the now back-ache of a bed and attempt to rub away the tiredness in my eyes. Since I had given all the gifts handed to me to the other staff, they all now have much shorter shift work. So, I work everything that's left to work which includes getting up at 4am every morning to start breakfast, dishes, cleaning all the toilets, taking out the trash, and all the other jobs no one wants to do.

All the other maids are always dusting, making beds or vacuuming. They do the work that requires about an hour or less of their time. When they aren't working, they're in the indoor (outdoor sometimes) pool, sleeping, eating, or flipping through some vogue magazine.

After I have forced myself out of my somewhat warm bed, I head into the bathroom, flick on the light, and squint at the mess of myself in the mirror. I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth then I begin with my facecare and makeup routine. I apply some toner, then some creamy, thick moisturizer. 

Once everything (including my makeup) is finished, I grab the birth control that I've been taking for the past week for really no reason at all since I haven't even seen nor spoken to Andrei for more than a week. I hurriedly push the pill through it's metal like barricade and into the palm of my hands. I toss it back into my mouth, swallow, then head out the door.

When I arrive at the kitchen, it's dark and quiet like it always is at this time. This is my favourite time; none of the other slightly annoying maids are running around clanging dishes together, it's just simply peaceful.

I flip the light switch on and enter the large room, starting by turning all the ovens on and grabbing some pots and pans for the stoves. I fill the pots with water and set them on the stove to boil. 

While I wait for the water to boil, I head over the cabinet and begin grabbing plates and setting them on a cart for the dining room.

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After about an hour of preparing certain things for breakfast, the rest of today's kitchen staff start showing up; some right on time and some staggering behind which makes them late by 5 even 10 minutes.

"What's happening?" I hear a now very familiar voice question in my ear. 

I turn and force a smile onto my face. "Oatmeal is ready, dining room is set, meats in the oven, fruit's chopped and pancakes are going," I reply while I flip another pancake onto a stack.

"Good," Amelia mumbles while her eyes run down her long list of who knows. "Aha," she finally says as her pen hits a spot on the paper. "Boss has requested.." she squints deeper at the list. "You?" she says almost as though she's offended. She looks up from the list and holds a glare towards me while saying, "Boss has requested you to take him his breakfast to his office as soon as possible."

Just that statement alone has my heart beating at least a hundred times faster than usual. Is today the day? I'm not ready, I don't think I'll ever be ready.

"Something wrong?" Amelia giggles as she stares funnily at me. "You're looking a little flushed- oh my god! You have a crush on Andrei!" 

My heart starts beating even faster at the sound of his perfect- dammit! I mean simple name. "No, no I don't." I quickly brush off the question and attempt at composing myself.

Before Amelia can push me even further, I hurry over to the large plates of food for breakfast and begin platting out Andrei's breakfast. In a small bowl, I pile up some fresh cut fruit, hoping he likes the watermelon I had thrown in today. After that, I stack some bacon onto a separate plate along with some scrambled eggs then hurry out of the busy kitchen with the cart.

Steadily, I pace through the sort of familiar hallway and keep my eyes fixated ahead, waiting for his office door to appear. First, the paintings of all the leaders come into view, then finally, the door is to my right. 

I push the cart to the front of the door and knock twice on the dark, wooden door.

"Who is it?" I hear him bark angrily followed by an annoyed grunt.

My pulse stars racing again. "S-Skylar," I peep.

Within a matter of seconds the once closed door is opened and Andrei is staring down at me with pure joy in his chocolate brown orbs.

"Come in, love," he says as he steps out of the way for me.

I carefully roll the breakfast cart into his office as I feel his eyes practically burn into me. When I reach his desk, I gather both plates in my hands and set them down in front of his chair. 

"Coffee?" I ask shyly.

"Always," he says as if I should've known that.

Note: Always give Andrei coffee.

I pour the piping hot liquid into the mug and set it on his desk as well but away from his laptop.

"Is that all, Sir?" I question as I prepare to leave. 

He smirks evilly as he leans up against the door with his hands behind him. Then, I hear a click of the lock and he begins to slowly approach me.

"Not quite," he says and I begin to back away as he nears closer. That's until I hit the wall and he's only a few inches away from me.

Lifting his hand, he draws his finger across my bottom lip and slowly leans in more. "Fuck, you get more beautiful every damn day," he says breathlessly. That's when his anticipated lips collide with mine and my legs become jello. 

His kiss isn't what I expected it to be, considering how, I suppose, nice he's been to me. It's rough, bruising, probably only enjoyable to him. His tongue is travelling every inch of my mouth and the hand that had pulled us into this, is keeping me firmly in place.

Suddenly, the kiss is broken and I'm left there just barley standing with any breath left in me. But he doesn't back away, he only looks hungrier now.

"I- I really should get going.." I say and try to push past him.

He chuckles lowly and he pushes me back up against the wall. "Don't worry about that, when you're here with me, malyshka, you have no worries." 

I simply nod at this response and he smiles back in glee.

"Now," he begins. "Did you take your birth control as instructed?" He asks as he heads over to his desk. 

I nod again. "Yes, Sir."

"Good," he says and sits down at his desk. "I'll meet you in my room at 9pm tonight. Dismissed."

"O-okay." My voice is obviously shaky and weak. 

I watch as another smile stretches across his face at my submissiveness. I'm starting to forget why I'm doing this in this first place..