Chapter TenFlorence. Beads of sweat lined my forehead as I clutched onto the broom, like my whole life depended on it. In a way, I could say it actually did. Intense jolts of pain spread through my hands and legs and with each sweep of the broom against the floor, I felt like I was this close to passing out. I pressed my eyes closed against each other as I bent down, struggling to catch my breath. Hot air raced in my lungs and if I didn't catch my breath anytime soon, I would definitely take a quick trip to unconscious land. "Calm down, Florence." I inhaled and exhaled, willing myself to stay on my feet. You couldn't blame me if you looked at it carefully, I'd been on my two feet all morning handling one chore or the other. "You can do this. You just need rest." But would I get it? Hell no. From the looks of things and the workload I had to deal with everyday, it was beginning to look like I was the only one here. The only maid in the entire house. But how could that be? With t
Dominique A cool breeze blew by, rustling the leaves and braches up on the tree. Although mild, it was still strong enough to shake a few things, my hair not left out. A sigh slid past my lips as I threaded my fingers through my hair. It was no doubt that it looked nothing more than a bird's nest which definitely wasn't suitable for someone like me. But I didn't care, at least not today. It was Sunday, and Sundays were meant for relaxing.A bird jumped onto one of the branches, catching my attention immediately. I watched as the almost tiny bird flapped it's wings about, its beak pecking and picking at the tree, obviously looking for something to eat. "You should have gotten a bird feeder by now." A voice spoke from behind me. If I hadn't known to whom it belonged to, I definitely would have spun on my wheel, trying to figure out who the hell had the guts to walk into my personal space, and without permission too. "Will I have to remind you again Dominique boy?""I'm not a boy a
FlorenceI swiped at my forehead with the back of my palm, letting the beads of sweat drop to the ground. The moment they reached the ground though, a wave of regret washed over me. I had just mopped there and now I would have to do it all over again*Oh good lord*I sighed as I stared at the one wet ground. If I looked closely and from a different angle, I could see that particular spot glistening under the warm glow of the chandelier lights. I was just about to swipe my mop over the spot, when a thought came to mind. Suddenly, I found my eyes darting from the stairs that led to the foyer and Dominique's room, back to the wet spot just in front of me. What if I left it just as it was? It was barely noticeable too and it wouldn't cause any harm right? Unless Dominique were to walk right through here. A small smile made its way to my lips as I allowed my imagination run wild. A picture of Dominique walking right by played in my mind and I let it.My smile grew even wider as I pictu
Florence. "Maybe I should start all over again?" I mumbled to no one else in particular. I was literally the only one in the room so it made no sense that I wasn't talking to anyone. More specifically, it didn't make any sense that I was talking to myself and that I was unapologetically doing it. " Or perhaps I should…"I shook my head slowly, simultaneously thrashing the idea alongside with it. Why would I want to start over? After spending hours cleaning this huge library, why would I want to start all over again? *Dominique's aunt, that's why* A sigh slid past my lips as I stared at the large book shelf ahead. On a normal day, I always gushed about how beautiful the books were and swooned on how I would love to have my own one day. Hell, even Olivia pointed out her favorite books and let me borrow it for some time. She also taught me a trick to slip out a book from there without being noticed, on the condition that I would return it after. I was surprised that she'd t
Dominique. "What the hell?" The curse word slid past my lips the moment the loud bang of something shattering against glass reached my ears. It was so loud I pressed my eyes shut , over each other. My ears rang for a full minute and even after that, the aftereffects that looked like I would be having a hard time hearing from here on out lingered in my head. *Son of a bitch* It took a while before the ringing in my ears finally subsided and the moment it did, I turned my attention back to the table. I stared at the many papers that filled each and every corner of my desk. Figures and variables stared back at me and I stated back, my eyes skimming the figures over and over. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I groaned as I swiped my hand across the table in anger. Sheets of papers and files tumbled onto the ground as I stood there, rooted to my spot and fuming. I hated distractions, I hated distractions whenever I was working. It irked me so much that even the tiniest of noises coul
I kept my eyes trained on the door in front of me, not daring to break eye contact for once. Not like it mattered though. Or maybe it did. At this point, I wasn't sure I knew what mattered and what didn't anymore. It was probably because I'd been standing here for the past one hour or more even. Or the fact that, even though I'd spent a lot of time out here, nothing had changed yet. Yes, it was probably one of those reasons. *Or perhaps, it was the hunger* I shook my head as a sigh slid past my lips. My bones felt weak and like they could snap into a million pieces any moment from now. My lungs burned with each breath of air I sucked in, and my stomach lurched and churned with amounts of pain I didn't even know was possible. I was this close to passing out, I could feel it, but I wouldn't dare do that. For the first time in a while, the idea of being unconscious didn't sound too comfortable for me anymore. Like it was trying to buttress my point, a memory made its way into my mind
Dominique. I drummed my fingers against the flat tabletop of the conference table in front of me. It was round and crystal clear, so clear I could see the fingers of one of my business partners shaking just underneath them. Prospective business partner, rather. *Amateurs* The table felt cool under the tip of my fingertips and I didn't mind concentrating on the mundane and unimportant things for now, so long as either one of the people surrounding me would wow me in someway. Right now, their chances were looking very slim and for their sake I really hoped this was a prank and not a cause of improper planning. If it was the latter then, then I could bet they wouldn't like what was coming. Not one bit. There was a reason I had risen to power over the years in the business world. I took my business and everything else like it was my entire life, because it actually was. There was no way I could be Dominique without my business empire. It just wasn't possible. "If we're done dill
Dominique. Quizzical stares followed me as I walked deep into the halls of the hospital. It didn't faze me. That is, the million pairs of eyes that were stuck on my every step, some more subtle and the others more glaring than the latter. I was used to things like this, but a small thought made its way to my mind. Why exactly were they staring? Was I dressed awkwardly? Or perhaps a hospital was never one of the places they expected a billionaire like me to be at. I raised my head a bit higher, just for me to lock eyes with the first person in front of me. It was a woman. And for the split second that we held each other's gazes, I watched something flicker in her eyes. Recognition maybe? Or perhaps it was fear, or even shock. But before I had any more time to decipher what her gaze could have meant, her eyes wandered a bit lower, to the small bag I held in my hand.If I had thought she was shocked earlier, I was clearly mistaken. I watched her eyes morph into the size of saucers a
Florence. Time seemed to slow to a halt after that moment. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I found it hard to breathe as the air around me felt choked up. I could feel the air crackling with tension so thick you could slice through the air with a pie knife and cut out a huge chunk enough to go round, but a part of me told me Dominique wouldn't be the least interested in that pie, not even in the slightest and I wouldn't blame him honestly. Something churned in the pit of my stomach. Rage perhaps? I wasn't sure, but all I knew was that I'd had enough of all of his shenanigans and his verbal insult since the day I'd stepped my foot into his house. I wasn't exactly sure which hurt more; Dominique's temper or the fact that Aliyah had betrayed me. Again. Anger bubbled through my veins at the very thought of it. So this was the main reason she was here yesterday. Just to get information. She didn't care that I was genuinely upset with her. She had no care in the world that s
Florence. A groan slid past my lips the moment I stepped my feet into my room. Jolts of pain seared around my joints and ankle as I wobbled towards my bed in the far corner. I never really liked it because it wasn't all that comfy, but right now, I would take that brick of a bed over anything. I sighed the moment I slumped onto the bed. Without wasting any more time, I kicked my feet in the air and flung my shoes from my legs. They'd been hurting throughout the journey back and if I had taken it off a moment later, I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said my toes would come off with it. Tiny tendrils of pain shot up my feet as I moved my toes, a feeble attempt to bring life back to them. I winced every now and then, but it was nothing compared to the hammering in my chest. It'd started the moment Dominique walked in on Blake and I at the gazebo. I had no idea why, but the moment he stepped in, my heart started this erratic beat only I could hear. I saw the anger in his eyes an
Florence. I allowed my eyes to wander around the gardens and if I was being honest, the view from the balcony wasn't that bad. No, scratch that, it was gorgeous. I thought Dominique's garden back at home was a sight to see, but this, this was a major discovery.Flower arrangements ranging from roses, daises, lilies, even down to peonies were bunched up in beautiful spots around the garden. Other creeping vines and hedges snaked around and surrounded a gazebo in the center of it all. Fairy lights were strung high up on the wooden platform and it made me wonder what it would look like in the dark and all lit up. “I agree it it quite a sight to see.” The sound of someone's voice behind me pulled me back to earth immediately. I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end immediately, a sensation I usually felt when a certain someone was near me. But with the little time I'd spent with the man, this was no way near Dominique's voice. “ It's the prettiest thing in the hous
Dominique. A mix of emotions rushed through my bones the moment I stepped out of my Mercedes. A tall building loomed ahead, but not tall enough to shield my eyes from the scorching rays of the sun, high up in the sky. With a hand in my pants pocket, I pulled out my shades and dumped it deftly on the bridge of my nose. It was next to unnecessary though, seeing that I would be stepping into the building very soon, more sooner than I would have liked actually. The building in front of me was a huge mansion that had somehow managed to stand the test of times. It had a close resemblance to a Victorian manor. In fact, it could almost be called that, except the very modern touches that were glaringly obvious. The choice of architecture wasn't surprising, because my grandparents built the house themselves and this house was their absolute pride and joy. They were so pleased with it, they named it The Manor Mansion. The Mansion had been standing for many years now, and while I loved com
Dominique. The fear in her eyes did nothing to quench the anger in my eyes. If anything, the sight of my blazing red orbs in her brown eyes stroked the fire and rage in me. “How dare you come late?! I yelled, trapping her jaw in between my thumb and index finger. I watched as her face scrunched up in pain as she struggled to get some words out. “ Can you not hear me?!”“I'm sorry.” She coughed, her face and cheeks reddening. “ I'm sorry, sir. Please….” “That's not an excuse!” I spat and she flinched, her eyes snapping shut over each other. “ You'll tell me why you were late and why my breakfast isn't ready yet!” “Sir, please…” she stuttered as she slowly peeled her eyes open. Tears broke free as they cascaded down her cheeks, leaving a trail of glistening salty liquid in their wake. A couple of them dropped onto my fingers, but I didn't care. “ Sir, I swear, I - I swear, it's not my fault.” “Whose is it then?” I barked into her face. I let go of her jaw but just for a split
Florence A sense of dread washed over me the moment I stepped foot into the living room. Okay, maybe not dread, but something else, something else I couldn't quite place my finger on. But there was one thing I was sure of, I would rather be anywhere else than here. A wide range of emotions rippled through my being as I allowed my eyes dart from one corner to the other, like I was searching for something or perhaps, my eyes were trying to get used to the place all over again. If I was being honest, I didn't want to be here. Anywhere near here actually, that was one of the reasons I was hesitant back at Doctor Eric's office. Before his arrival for my last and final checkup I'd prayed that I wasn't completely fine. Because if I was still sick I would have no other choice than to remain in the hospital. The amount of heartbreak I had when he confirmed I was totally fine couldn't be compared to anything else. I wanted to yell, scream my lungs out till one of them would burst o
Dominique A sigh slid past my lips as I cradled my head in my hands, my fingers digging deep into my skull. Tiny tendrils of pain shot up the path that led to my skull but I didn't care. Instead, with a strong resolve, I pressed my fingers deeper, the intensity threatening to drive me insane right there at the spot. Maybe that was just what I needed. Who knew? It could always bring or birth forth a new approach or prospective to tackiling what was in front of me. I eyed the stack of papers that lounged aimlessly at the top of my desk. Various figures and statistical charts stared back at me, the numbers mocking my inability to solve them. I groaned loudly as I pressed my fists together. The urge to topple this desk over was strong, but I knew better. It wouldn't solve a thing. I'd tried every approach, every calculative method there was, but somehow, I always ended up at the same point. It was basically like I was chasing my own tail at this point with no progress. No matter ho
Florence I pressed my eyes shut as tightly as I could, as the feel of thr doctor's presence increased by the second. I had no idea why, but I felt my heartbeat increase almost immediately, the vital organ hitting loudly against my ribcage. Something cold pressed into a spot above my cleavage and I shuddered as goosebumps crept up my skin. The instrument stayed there for aa while and the more time passed, the colder I seemed to be getting. “Does anything hurt?” I jerked up at the sound of the voice, my hand flying to my chest. I watched my fingers tremble as they covered a spot close to my heart. Minutes passed before I was able to calm myself again. “Florence, are you okay?”The moment I raised my gaze to the direction the voice came from, it suddenly made sense.“I'm fine.” I sighed as I slowly brought down my hands to rest at my sides. I adjusted my hospital gown awkwardly before I continued. “ Perfectly fine.”“Are you sure?” From the look on doctor Eric's face, he wasn't b
Dominique. I hissed out loud as I stared at the papers in front of me. It felt like the more I read and glanced through it all, the lesser it made any sense. From the variables and figures, down to the most minute of details, something was wrong and it irked me, deep in my bones, but that wasn't even the worst part. The most annoying of it all was the fact that I was in no way responsible for compiling any of the statistics in front of me. My idiotic employee did. Or a prospective one rather. After I'd walked out on the business meeting the other day, I'd realized it wasn't exactly business etiquette to walk out on prospective business partners, no matter how far they were behind in the business world, or the opposite even. So I arranged something else instead. They would prepare their best pitch and submit each document. After review, they would be contacted.But here I was. I'd barely begun and the urge to fling them all out of the window was close to choking me. This was why I