The Billionaire's Maid man×boy (reposted)

Chapter 15

Once he comes closer to lay a plate with dessert down I notice his creamy skin covered by a natural blush that continues to the tips of his ears which are also pointed. He looks like a fairy if you exclude the sluttiness and bratty attitude.

He looks sweet to the eyes, his signature soft smile placed on his pink lips. He's trying to fake innocence although he's far away from the concept of purity.

I avert my eyes from him and look at my side. The person I'm supposed to love is in a deep state of irritation, her skin red and her thick, dark brows in a furrow. Her face is dominated by a scowl that contrasts with her soft eyes and flowy hair. She is a beautiful woman, there is no denying in that.

She notices my stare so she turns her head to looks at me. To calm her down I lay my hand on top of hers. She shots me a glance and we fall into silence.

Beatrice is still radiating anger, I can feel it on the skin of my palm, but she remains silent as Lucas comes beside me to place a white porcelain plate down.

As he unintentionally bends down to lay a glass cub beside the plate my eyes automatically land on his legs. I try to make my long stare as smooth and subtle as possible but he must have felt the burning eyes on his backside since as he leaves my side to go to Beatrice's, he smirks.

I feel the anger inside me returning.

The room is silent and ruled by tension. The only sounds that are echoing onto the walls of the enormous room are the sounds of plates and tableware clanking.

Once Lucas is right next to Beatrice I hear a faint whisper from her.

"Slut." The feminine voice insults.

I heard it, Lucas heard it, even Veronica heard it. She wanted it to be heard. She didn't only want to insult Lucas, she wanted to humiliate him too.

And that is the last drop for him.

"Excuse me?" He smiles although what he's going to do next is far from a friendly action.

"You heard me, cunt." Beatrice smiles and takes a sip out of the wine from her glass, returning it onto the surface of the table afterwards.

She is right. He is a little whore and he knows what he's doing, but even if she's right, she can not say it out loud, she can not insult him, only I can. And that may seem selfish and abusive but in my defense, every time I insult him, I do it with love or lust.

In the blink of an eye, the wine glass is picked up from the table and all its content is spilled onto Beatrice, her clothes and hair now wet.

And that is the last drop for me.

I stand up, the chair falling onto the ground with a loud thump. Yes, Beatrice may be annoying at times and she may slut shame people but she is my girlfriend and I have to take responsibility and take care of her.

Even if it hurts to say it, Lucas is just a servant and nothing else. And just like every servant in this house, he has no right to treat the people superior to him like that.

"LUCAS! IN MY OFFICE. NOW!" I roar and slam my fist down on the table.

Beatrice is gasping, her whole makeup ruined by whine, mascara running down her cheeks and her hair sprawled in a wet mess all over her face.

I don't remain in that room one more second. I exit and angrily climb the stairs. My hands are balled in fists and I really desire to hit something right now.

I enter my office and slam the door shut, the sound so loud it was most probably heard by everyone in this house.

I slam my palms down onto my desk, the papers flying in every direction.