The Maid's Five Masters

Chapter 3

Four years ago

When I caught him, I never gave myself a chance to collide my hand with his face, nor did I confront him. I just left and blocked all his access to communicate with me. I bet he's still wondering why I suddenly left him. Where did I go? Why did I suddenly disappear like the years of memories we shared were all just his imagination. How could he f**k someone while saying I love yous to me? Did he love me? That day, I almost killed myself, but fortunately, I was smart enough to shove that thought away. It now disgusts me that I thought about jumping off a bridge.

He never touched me. It's not that I wouldn't let him, it's just that he never attempted to make a first move. Was he disgusted by me? Why did he choose to release his seeds to somebody else? Then I remembered when we were just best friends, I told him that I would never let a man take my virginity unless we were married. Was it my fault then that he f****d someone instead of me? I told him about it as a joke, I didn't know he was going to take it seriously.

The same day I caught him f*****g someone, I went to a bar. It was my first time at the bar, so when I entered and headed straight into a corner, there were a ton of eyes turned towards me with curiosity dancing in them. They probably wondered if they could f**k me. Well, to be f****d wasn't what I came for, but given how shattered I felt that time? The first guy who would approach me would be so lucky as hell, but the first guy who approached me was a waiter. He asked me what I wanted, and I just told him to serve me with something he didn't want a woman to drink. He was silent. He just looked at me before he nodded reluctantly and turned his back on me to get the drink I wanted.

I noticed everyone had gone back to their businesses except for a guy who had his eyes fixated on me since I stepped foot in the bar. He was in a corner, alone, drinking while his eyes were trained on me. He was handsome. He was even better looking than my ex. By his looks, I bet he was single. Most very good looking people I knew didn't have a girlfriend, so perhaps he was too. The corner of his lips curled upward when he realized I was also staring back at him. I rolled my eyes and brought my attention back to the people making out on the dark side of the bar and then to the group of people who were busy laughing hard. I wondered, did any of them experience being cheated on? Of course, I was just the only one who was lucky enough to stumble upon Lev Smith, who was the reason why I was here.

It was probably around ten minutes before the waiter appeared within my sight again, serving what he thought I shouldn't drink. He took that long to decide? He placed the bottle of drink, I couldn't remember the name, along with a glass, before he left me again. When I first took a shot, I grimaced at the unsettling and burning sensation running through my throat. Damn. The waiter really knew how broken I was at that time. Even before he left, I could see through the look in his eyes that he wanted to give me a hug of comfort. Just how broken did I appear? I appreciated that he took notice of my state. I should have handed him a huge tip, but I was broke as hell. Since I moved away from my parents, I supported my needs on my own, and now that I planned to resign from my current job, I should economise.

Before my ex and I became together, we were best friends for two years before we decided that we would also work as a couple. He didn't show any signs that he was cheating. When I caught him, it was accidental, which really caught my soul off guard. I didn't really expect him to be inside our team leader when I entered the hut. I hope she enjoyed every inch of his d**k.

When nothing was left in my drink, I raised my hand to call the waiter. He strutted toward me and replaced the empty bottle.

“Yes, you're right. I just caught my boyfriend f*****g someone,” I said as I gulped down the drink, even though he didn't ask me. He probably thought I was going off the rails.

I didn't hear him respond for about five seconds, and I thought he wasn't going to pay my craziness any heed.

“I'm sorry, Miss.”

“It's his loss, right?” I asked as I looked up at him and laughed.

“He doesn't deserve you,” was his response before he turned his back on me and went back to work. The bartender behind the counter was probably his girlfriend because I saw them kiss. I could sense the girl was fortunate to have him. How I wish I had had luck too when it came to relationships.

Thirty minutes had passed before I caught sight of the man, who had been looking at me since I arrived, walking toward my direction and sitting right beside me. I was so drunk that I didn't know exactly what he was doing. All I knew was that he handed me a drink, which I thought was his gesture to help me get out of my current state. I gulped it down without a second thought and muttered thank you.

“You're beautiful, he'll regret doing what he did to you,” I heard him say. Was I that transparent? His voice sounded like he had just woken up. I turned my face to him before I filled the glass he handed to me with the drink I was drinking and gave it to him. He looked at the glass for a second before he accepted it and gulped it down. He made an 'ahh' sound, probably because he didn't anticipate how strong the drink was. We had a conversation for about ten minutes while we kept drinking when I suddenly felt like I was drifting off to sleep. The drinks had just kicked in. I closed my eyes as my head suddenly felt like it was going to break in half. At least now it wasn't only my chest that felt like it was going to tear apart.

“Are you all right?” the man beside me asked as he gently gripped my arm. I nodded. I heard him talk, but I couldn't understand everything he had told me anymore. I remembered he made me stand up. I had my right arm dangling around his shoulder while he supported me. I didn't know where we were going. All I remember was that I felt so hot on the inside. I felt the need to be kissed—touched. If it wasn't for the fact that I was about to collapse on my knees, I would have pounced on this man and worshipped his being—his hotness. He reeked of a perfume I once complained about being so exorbitant.

When we were inside, I thought, a room, he pinned me beside the door and started kissing my neck up to my face back and forth while his hands groped my boobs. I remembered responding to his kisses and wrapping my legs around him before darkness enveloped my line of sight.

When I opened my eyes, it didn't occur to me yet that I was naked and so was the man, and when it did occur to me, I hastily sat upright in horror. Damn. I slept with a stranger! I just freaking slept with a stranger! I looked down between my legs. It felt so sore as though a ten-wheeler truck was shoved inside of it. There was a red stain beside me, obviously my blood. I couldn't believe I just gifted my virginity to someone I barely knew, even his name. Who the hell did I just sleep with? He could be a criminal or a fugitive. I didn't know. Looks could be deceiving!

Where were we? I roamed my eyes around to realise we were in one of the VIP rooms of the bar. I brought my gaze to the man. I looked at his eyes, nose, and lips, and then at the thing between his legs. I swallowed before I decided it was time to collect my clothes that lay strewn on the floor and put them on before he would wake up. When I was done, I trained my gaze back to his face before I turned my back on him to leave. My parents were already worried about me still being a virgin, but they wouldn't want my cherry to be popped by just a stranger, would they? I was so open with my parents that I told them everything that happened to me, even my virginity.

Just as I reached the door and turned the doorknob, I heard the man call me, “Hey. Wait.” No. This couldn't be happening! However, I was so stupid for turning back. He could now remember what I looked like now that he was sober. I was so dumb!

He was putting his clothes back on when I turned to face him. He smiled and hastily walked toward me when he was done. Even though I've said it many times already, I still won't get tired of saying that he was so damn gorgeous. I couldn't believe I had slept with a man whose countenance could make a woman beg to f**k her.

He halted steps away from me before he put his hand out and said, in his sleepy voice, “Nice meeting you, beautiful.” I could tell by his lack of awkwardness and by his confidence that he had slept with countless women he had first met at bars.

Did he even use protection? Subconsciously, I whipped my gaze to the small plastic trash can to see if there was a used condom in it. I felt a bit calm when there was.

I whipped my gaze back to his face. I clapped his hand with mine and smiled nervously. He didn't seem to notice my uneasiness. He attempted to lean in to kiss me, but I stepped back and withdrew my hand from his. I saw how his smile on his face gradually faded and his brows knit together before I turned my back on him, opened the door, and left.

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Present

I flutter my eyes open. After that man in the middle blatantly refused to hire me, I went home in a daze and cried in my bed until I fell asleep. I cried in anger and frustration. What the hell is wrong with that man? I reach for my phone across the table and furrow my brows when I see there's a message. My eyes widen after reading the message.

'Congratulations, you're hired as our personal maid.'