Butler ~COMPLETED~

Four

*Warning ⚠ sexual stuff again I'm sorry XD**

I awoke sharply hearing the door slam and two drunken voices. He had been out for longer, way longer then two hours.
"Sir, stop it!" A female voice giggled, a hiccup following her laugh.

"You stop it!" He slurred, sitting down at the table. I left my room, looking at him from the landing. He was slouched over, lazily drinking his champagne. Then, the girl went over and sat on his lap! "Oh, hello." He chuckled. Her nerve!

"Hi." She flaunted her body in front of him, trying to arouse him. "Is that a rock in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" I frowned, thinking of how stupid i was thinking for a second he'd be gay.

"Down, girl." He grunted, seeming quite uncomfortable. "You were supposed to be having dinner, not fucking me at the table."

"Are you sure about that?" She half moaned. He seemed annoyed, but just as he was about to open his mouth, she kissed him. I felt my heart shatter, my breathing hitching. I covered my mouth, stopping me from crying.

"Claudia, i said no." He pulled away from the woman wet in his lap. His lips pulled into a firm line, his perfect brows furrowing. She didn't take no for an answer. She slipped her hand up his thigh, palming him through his trousers. "Ah..." I shivered at the sound of his moan, my ears tingling. I swear to god if i get another erection...
But... He dosent want it... What's going on?

"C'mon, baby." She whispered, biting her lip. "Moan for me." He tilted his head back as she took off his belt.

"Upstairs." He groaned. I panicked, slinking into my room hastily. They passed my door, "Claudia" giggling childishly.

"Ooh, baby." She slammed his bedroom door, and i was expecting to hear exclamations of passion, but there wasn't any. There was silence. A bit of muffled talking, then a yell.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! You always do this!" I heard the whimpering plea of my employer, then a slap. Then more silence. Then she was stomping down the stairs, picking up her bag, her guuci heeled boots clacking on the solid wooden floor. "You twat!" And she slammed the front door. I heard him get up, sighing. I heard the sound of running water, and a hiss of pain.

"Sir?" I followed the sound. "Sir, are you alright?"

"Yes, Elliott. Im fine." After a while, i heard footsteps, and he came out of his room. I saw him holding a tissue to his cheek. "Just a cut." He sighed, passing me. Then, he turned back on his heel, inspecting the poorly tied ribbon. He tutted, smiling. "Can you not tie it correctly?"

"I guess not, sir." I shrugged.

"Let me." He whipped it off, flipping my collar up, and wrapped it around my neck. I felt him tug, and i stepped forward. He looked over his specs, eyebrows furrowing. I looked at him whilst he tied it, taking in every detail of his face. He tugged again, pulling me even closer. Our chests were millimetres from touching. I blushed furiously, forcing my lips to stay still, biting them so hard i feared for making them bleed. My heart was pounding as his emerald eyes glimmered at me. With one last loop, he finished. "There." He smiled with satisfaction.

"T-thank you, sir." I smiled as he stepped away, and i suddenly felt cold.

"I suppose you should return to your room for the night. Apologies for the commotion from earlier."

"It's fine."

"It's a Sunday tomorrow, so you get the day off after noon. I'm going to see family."

"Thank you. Night, sir."

"Goodnight, Elliott."

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I woke the next morning with my face in my pillow. I was so comfortable, i didn't want to move.

"Half day. You can do this." I rolled out of bed, pulling on my suit. I tied the ribbon better than yesterday, in fact. I polished my shoes, and went downstairs. I put the morning's paper on the table, and the cook, after insulting my sexuality, gave me a hot cup of coffee ready for him when he woke up. I'd done all the things i did yesterday. I didn't feel any inspiration for my sketches. It was too warm to sit in front of the fire. I was bored. Still half an hour until he wakes up. I sprawled myself over the chaise lounge, hanging upside down. It was then i saw the piano in the corner. I stood, walking over to it. I sat on the stool, my finger gingerly hovering over a key. I pressed it, the cold enamel key making a g note. I pressed it again, louder. Then again. Too loud. I cringed as the sound echoed. I heard a mumble. I held my breath as i heard footsteps. I froze as i heard the door open.

"Elliott?"

"Y-y-yes s-sir?" there was an intermittent stammer in my voice.

"If you wouldn't mind, could you not touch that piano without my permission." He sounded pissed off. Unless he was still groggy from the alcohol.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Could you get me some aspirin? It's in the cabinet in the bathroom."

"Yes, of course." I walked up into the bathroom, opening the mirrored cabinet. I couldn't help but nose about in there, since the opportunity was there. I saw regular stuff, antiseptic wipes, paracetamol... "Where's the aspirin?" i asked to myself. A box fell, and i went to pick it up, reading the label. "Well that's a word i cant pronounce..." I raised an eyebrow, reading the side of the box. "For Mr. A. St Clement. What kind of pills are these?" i then shook my head, and continued to look for the aspirin. I eventually found them, and took one out. I filled up a cup from downstairs, then i knocked on his door. After a bit of rustling, he called for me to come in.

"Thank you. I'm never drinking like that again." He took the painkiller, groaning. I dismissed myself, walking down the hall to snoop around some more. I looked back in the cabinet. Contact lenses, contact solution... Boring! Then something slipped out. It was shiny and small. I went to pick it up, and blushed feverishly. "A-" i covered my mouth. "A condom? Why is it extra large?!" My face lit up, and i felt warmth down my lips . I tasted something metallic. I wiped my mouth, seeing blood. I quickly put the condom back in the cabinet, holding a tissue to my nose and tipping my head up. I felt a bit faint as i coughed up what was running down my throat. I ran the tap, washing the sink as the blood continued to pour. "Fuck..." My nose grew sore as it began to dry up. I washed my face, seeing that i had not got anything on my my suit. Thank god. I had to sit down for a bit, running into my room, bolting the door. My head felt a bit light, and i fell back, flopping on my bed. My head felt like a cloud. I laid there for a while, numbness washing through my body.

My eyes snapped open when i heard knocking.

"Elliott?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Why's there blood on the floor?" i gasped, unlocking the door and running into the bathroom, getting down and wiping it up quickly.

"I... Uh... I has a nosebleed."

"A nosebleed?"

"I just held in a sneeze." i lied.

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"I'll be back later. Don't burn the place down whilst I'm out, please." He chuckled. I laughed too. He closed the door, and i heard him drive away. "Time to go out!" i smiled, pulling on my grey trench coat. I switched my formal shoes for some black suede Chelsea boots, and went down to the pub.

"Alfie!" I yelled.

"Mr fancy ass!" he replied, smirking.

"Shut up." i groaned, still smiling.

"He's dressed you up nicely." He said as i took my coat off. I blushed, hoping i wouldn't have another nosebleed.

"Stop it!" i pouted. "I'll have a beer please!" i slammed a fiver on the counter. He gave me a look of disapproval. "what? It's my day off today. He's gone to see family!"

"Fair enough." He slid a pint down the table. "How's your diet?"

"Diet? What's diet? It hardly lasted two hours!" I spluttered at him.

"You're terrible!" I took a long swig of the drink. Then i hiccuped.

"Says the borderline alcoholic."

"Fuck off, man."