The Don's Maid [18+]

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Positivity Corner:

It's okay to be scared.

I don't know when I fell asleep in the guest room, after breakfast.

I was hungry, alright. But I couldn't eat. It was hurting enough to speak and gulp down my own saliva.

And that was the thing about sore throat. I kept gulping down my own saliva without a reason and the white hot pain would shot through me and smack right into the center of my brain.

Just like I couldn't tell when I fell asleep, I couldn't tell when I was moved to Vincent's room.

And now wide awake I kept thinking when did he carry me down here? I heard the toilet flush and seconds later the bathroom door open and shut.

Closing my eyes, I tried to fake being asleep. And more seconds later, I felt Vincent shuffling the covers and getting behind me on the bed.

He wrapped an arm around my stomach, placing his face between the crook of my neck, he snuggled to comfort.

Just like that the cold blanket covering me since morning had been thawed replaced by a warm fuzzy duvet.

"Am I forgiven, la mia piccola bellezza?" He murmured against my skin. I shivered.(My little beauty)

"I know you can hear me." He said once again when I didn't reply.

"For what shall I forgive you?" I whisper.

"Baby." He breathed.

"I am sorry, Vincent. I only wanted you to take rest so you can be healthy again. I didn't know that you won't like it. It was my mistake and I got paid for it. I am the one, who should be asking to be forgiven." This time, inspite of the pain in my throat causing of my raspy voice, I keep talking, not holding back the tears anymore.

I was hurting okay? I was hurting so much, the fact that the only man, I believed and even trusted, maybe had begun to love, strangled me to a point where is finger prints were evident on my skin.

No matter how hard I tried to keep the tears in, they wouldn't stay because let's face it, my heart just got broken.

By abuse.

"It wasn't your fault, kitty." He reassures, his hand now rubbing softly against my stomach, and like the traitor my body is to me, the whore liked it, ignoring that fact, that this man, just choked us to death, just twenty four hours ago.

"I overreacted." He sighs. "I was under pressure, baby. I am so sorry."

"You reacted just fine." I mumble shuffling the sheets around, they are still the same red sheets, I had placed two nights before. "Why did you being me here?" I asked once down from the bed and standing face to face with Vincent.

He keeps looking at me with emotion filled eyes. His gaze telling me he doesn't know what to do and for the first time ever he feels helpless. And it's pouring out of his aura.

"I wanted to lay down with you." He says after a beat, choosing his words carefully, rolling them around his tongue, confused what my outburst would be.

"I don't want to sleep with you." I spat. "That's why I moved upstairs."

"Come to bed." He orders.

I cross my arms over my chest and sigh. "You don't even feel it, Vincent." I sigh. "As much as you're showing. You think you just hurt me, because you strangled me. But the fact that you don't see is, you almost killed me because I asked you yo stay in because you were shot, Thrice. You were hurt and injured." I jab a finger at him, my tone pouring out acquisitions.

"You hurt me, Vincent. You hurt my heart." I was crying, now. "The pain is worse here." I point at my heart.

"I'm so so so very sorry, baby." He sighs. "What can I do to make it up to you, my sweet? I wasn't in my senses then. And when it came to me, I ran back to you. You weren't at the hospital. I came home, Sarah said you were a sleep when she called you for lunch and when I ran up here, I couldn't find you." He takes in a deep breath.

"I was so angry." He grits his teeth. "So angry at myself, that I hurt you. So angry that, I couldn't find you. My first thought was that you left. I lost my mind, kitty. I was ready to kill."

"So I heard."

"Come here." He holds out his un-injured hand for me to take, I place mine in his as he squiftly pulls me to him.

I sit cross legged atop of the covers and wait for him to speak.

"Forgive me, this one time?" He asks.

"This one time?"

Can't say his confession hasn't moved me. It has.

But also I am a gooey bitch that carves his attention. And when I get it, I am just a fifthly puddle of liquid.

I am such a weirdo.

"This one time." He assures, and with his other hand, the broken one he pulls out a big candy box, from the nightstand draw.

It's a golden coloured tin box, inside rests various shaped chocolates and about twenty of them. I smile unknowingly.

"Did you like it?" He asks. "I brought five other too."

"Five other?" I gasp.

"In case you didn't like them?" He shrugs.

"I don't." I lie.

"Okay." He pulls out a medium sized paper bag and hands it to me.

I refrain from squealing out of joy.

Maybe you can forgive him? My inner girl states more like a question.

Inside I nod at her.

"I forgive you." I say. "But if you hurt me again, I am moving upstairs. And rejoining as a maid."

"Whatever you say." He whispers before his lips touch mine in a slow dance.

It takes me a second to realise that I was having my first ever kiss!

Though all the nasty we did in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the hospital, we never kissed.

He almost pulls out from the kiss but I pull him back.

This time I initiate the kiss, softly kissing his upper and lower lip before taking one at a time in my mouth and sucking them.

I hear, Vincent growl, from the lack of control over our kiss. I pull back, grinning.

"I like you." I grin and peck his lips.

He smiles. "You want me to make you soup, it'll help your throat heal."

I nod enthusiastically, opening the bag of chocolates.

[A|N]

Looks like they made up, the bitches.

Anyways, so today I went for this little walk and mind you I don't like to leave the house that much...so I saw this really cute puppy. It was stray so I think, cause it looked really dirty and was eating from a garbage can. It's black and about I think a week old.

I'm such a couch potato.

I so I brought him in and hid him in my little brother's room. My mum doesn't know. And if she does she's gonna kill me.

She hates dogs. And any pet for that matter.

Question of the chapter:

Jeans Or Leggings?

Leggings. I have fatty thighs.

-November.