His Captive Girl

Alicia

I was scared as he was so near me. I didn’t know if I was actually scared or just nervous.

He looked into my eyes and came closer, causing me to move back. I touched the table behind me and he kept his hand on both of my sides on the table and looked more closely into my eyes.

“Your eyes… are really beautiful”

I looked into his, which were equally mesmerizing. I couldn’t get myself to say anything because it was an awkward situation and most of all, I do remember his purpose: revenge.

I don’t know why he was pretending to like me, or my eyes right now. Because if he did like me, he wouldn’t marry me for revenge or something.

I know I have hurt him badly, and he is gonna take his revenge. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t love me. So it is obvious that I get scared whenever he comes near me because damn, he shouldn’t. He doesn’t, but I… I do like him. Yeah, even after everything. I always used to think that we can never love someone who hurts us. But no… I understood after we fell for someone… that even if they hurt us, it may make us sad, but… we can not stop liking or loving them.

“Stop looking at me like that” he smirked and I looked down. What can I do? His eyes are so beautiful!

“Alicia,” he said and I looked at him again.

“Hm”

“Make me tea” he got away and I sighed. That close proximity was both scary and pleasant. I think I need to sort my feelings!

“Don’t stand there, go”

I looked at him and sighed in frustration. He is ordering me like a boss!

Well… I am a maid for him… so he is technically my boss…

I sadly went to the kettle and started making tea for him. This would have been so much better if I was making this tea for my ‘husband’ rather than ‘boss’.

I made the tea and gave it to him. He was sitting on the bed.

“Help me in drinking it”

I looked at him dumbly. How do you help someone in drinking!? I mean, for once if he said help me in eating something, I would have fed him but help in drinking?

“H-How?”

“Uh you are not a good maid”

I looked down. Oh, I hate this word so much!

“Be a good girlfriend then”

I looked at him again, confused as hell. Firstly, I am not his girlfriend, secondly, why is he asking me to be a ‘good girlfriend’? Doesn’t he just want a maid and want me to be one to take revenge? Isn’t that the start and end of all the things?

“How?”

He sighed. “Well, keep the tea on the table and sit beside me”

I did as said and sat beside him too. He then looked at me and smirked.

“Now, kiss me”

I looked at him shocked and then down. Why? I can’t understand a word he says anymore. Why would he want me to kiss him?

“Asher…”

“Kiss me, don’t you understand English?”

I slowly moved near him and he turned towards me. He kept his hand on my neck and pulled me closer. It was awkward because we were actually quite far away and we were just kissing by bringing our face close.

He kissed me slowly and then looked into my eyes. I looked at him and he closed his eyes and kissed me more. I closed mine too. I don’t know why, but it was soothing and calming. It felt like home, it felt like it was safe.

Then he got away and I got back to my position.

“Uh…” I was embarrassed. It was so awkward.

“Now” I heard him and I looked at him. I was shocked to see a blush on his face. Was he blushing? But why? Why when he doesn’t feel anything for me?

“Give me the tea”

I gave him the tea and he took a sip. “It is tasty”

I smiled. “Didn’t you make one for yourself?”

“Well, a ‘maid’ doesn’t make food for herself when she cooks for the family, does she?” I taunted him.

“You are not the maid, you are my girlfriend and to-be-wife”

I sighed. I wish I knew what was going on in his mind. But no! He will never do what he says, and will not tell what he will do! I mean, just tell me… will I be a maid or your wife!

“What? Any problems with that?” he smirked.

“Ah no!!” I sighed. “Why would I have any problems…”

‘Right!”

I sighed again and he laughed. “Well, go and make a tea for yourself”

“I ain’t hungry”

“Go on, don’t be shy”

I looked at him with a mean look. Why on Earth will I be shy, huh!

“Then go and make” he sighed. I sighed back.

“Okay!”

I went to the kettle and made tea. I brought it back to my place and saw that he hadn’t drunk his tea.

“Your tea must be completely cold now! Why didn’t you drink it?”

“How could I, without you?” he said with a flirty look.

Oh fuck. What is wrong with him!?