chapter 7
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I went through the day like I did any other but with a little bit of steadying myself. I kept quiet and I didn’t ask any unnecessary questions and neither did I try to entertain my boss today. I mean I was nothing more than the help so of course I knew nothing.
I couldn't fathom why his words hurt me so much, I’ve never cared for what people thought of me almost all my life and then this rich snob comes along and breaks my self esteem without even trying at all. I packed away his dirty cloths and he like he did everyday sat at the balcony and starred at n of red roses that he had the gardener plant for his wife.
“You know I had the best seeds imported from around the world so that my wife could have different varieties of them”
I didn’t want to be petty.I didn’t want him to know that I heard what he said, everything he said. I continued to pack away his cloths and this time not as gentle as I usually would.
So much for not letting your boss realize that you are mad at him.
I angrily thought to myself. I heard the turning of his wheelchair and I could feel his stare burning into my back, silently I prayed fro him to stop.
“You’ve been quiet today, whats wrong”
“Wow isn't that a surprise?”
I responded that quickly regretting the moment when those words left my mouth, but sadly I couldn’t take it back and a part of me really didn’t want to take it back. I looked him in the eyes and his eyebrows rose.
Damn I love it when he does’ that. But he belonged to someone else.
That thought crossed my mind and why wouldn't it, me and him weren’t of the same class. He was Mr. silver spoon stuck up his butt and I was simply the plain boring girl from the gutter trying my best to make ends meet.
“Look Mr. Richfield I’m an employee and you shouldn’t be concerned about my feelings or how quiet I am, in fact you should actually be happy that I haven’t bothered you with my boring questions about—”
“They aren’t boring Anastasia”
“But I clearly remember you saying—”
I watched he moved his head side to side, as if trying to relieve some pain in his neck but not succeeding very well.
“Let me help you sir”
I walked up to him and scratched his neck only to find that it was a tag on his collar causing the disturbance, which I quickly removed by the way and I stopped.
“That’s exactly what I mean”
“I’m sorry sir ,but I didn't understand you one bit?”
Like a magically moment I saw tears building up in his eyes, but he was holding it back. I couldn’t believe that Mr. Richfield was about to cry. The man that was set to be ruthless in his business dealings and punished without mercy was about to cry.
“I’m so sorry sir—”
“Its okay Anastasia , its not your fault trust me. Its Max by the way”
“I’m sorry sir but I don’t—”
“Call me Max by the way, because this whole Maximus and Mr. Richfield makes me sound like some super hero or worse like my dad”
“But you said that I should—”
“I know what I said when we first met Anastasia, but I’m not telling you that you can call me Max. I wish my wife was like you, so caring and concerned with my well being rather than just jetting away to some unknown location and leaving me all by myself”
His revelations stunned me and left a few butterflies dancing around in my heart, but I quickly had to push it aside. Me and him could never be, I was only a help and he was rich. I didn’t want to stain his family name.
“I’m sorry sir but I'm afraid that I cant call you that”
confusion clouded his face and he seemed puzzled.
Yeah! Not used to people defying your orders right?
“Why is that if may ask?”
“I don’t know maybe the fact that you're my boss and we’re not of the same class more on the lines of 'I’m only a help!' ”
I went back to packing the cloths and I guess he must have realized what I meant because his facial expression changed.
“Anastasia did you perhaps, I don’t know listen to my conversion with my wife?”
I took me a few seconds to gather my thoughts and hold my nerves in, I didn’t want to cry because like my mother always said ‘crying was for the weak’ “
“Yes, no. I didn’t mean to okay! I thought you called me but when I approached I heard you and her talking and you said all those things about me and believe it or not us poor people actually have hearts and we’re not cold robots”.
“Anastasia I'm so sorry… I didn’t- look there's no excuse for my actions really”
“No need to apologize really, you rich people think that you can run over us, the less privileged but at least we work our butts off for what we want and we’re not afraid to get down and to the dirty work at what you guys are too good to do!”
“My love—I mean Anastasia I take back everything you heard me said and some more. Its just that Lisa made me so angry accusing me and you of sleeping together”
“Wait! she thinks me and you are having something going on?”
“Wait so you didn’t hear that part?”
“Well obviously, since you're only telling me this now I suggest you start explaining yourself”
I didn’t know where I got the courage from but at this stage I was ragging mad because not only did this man have n respect , his wife was accusing me of sleeping with him, the man who thought of me nothing but a gold digger and a last help.
“Lisa thought that you sleeping in our room was disrespectful of some sort and she was quick to point out an affair”
I laughed out loud not because it was funny but because it was obscured that she would even thing that.
“Well I thing its hilarious because first things first , you Mr, Richfield despises poor people like me”
“That’s not true Anastasia!”
“Well according to the conversion we had, trust me I deem it true”
I angrily grabbed the cloths form the bed and walked out of the room and into his living room. There was thump sound long after I left and instinctively I knew what it was. I ran into the room to find Mr. Richfield on the floor.
“Mr. Richfield are you okay sir”
Struggling to speak, he nodded at me instead. I placed him onto his back and had his frontal looking up
“Wait I’ll get the ambulance or your wife”
“Please don’t”
“But sir—”
“Please Anastasia. I'm quadriplegic and I cant do anything for myself so please just give me some dignity and lets keep this between us okay?”
I nodded my head and lifted him up onto his wheelchair, I didn't want to hurt him so let it be a prayed that nothing bad happens afterwards. I began making his seat comfortable and our eyes interlocked and we jut starred at each other.
My mouth began to heat and like a magnet my lips were being drawn to him. i kissed him deeply.
“ Anastasia please don’t stop, don’t think about it please”
I heard him whisper those words to me as he pushed his head forward to kiss me. The kiss was passionate, hungry and full of lust. His moist mouth ate at my lips and together we kiss with so much passion and hunger until I broke the spell and I pulled away from him.
“I’m so sorry sir but—”
“Anastasia darling please don’t say it, just don’t say it—”
“This was a mistake sir”
“Dammit! So you're telling me you didn't feel that Anastasia? You an go ahead and deny it but daring I felt something and I cant explain it in my position. You’ve awaken something in me that has been dead for so long”
All the while he was speaking his face grew red with anger and hurt, his eyes began to water and this time those hidden tears were actually falling down his face.
“Anastasia I feel like I'm a man again with you and I know its weird but—”
“But nothing sir! I work for you and there's no other way about it. I’ll go down stairs I need to think about things”.
Before waiting for his reply I walked out of his suit and I pressed my back toward the door. I was out of breath and my heart was in my throat. I wiped the tears from my face, trying to appear normal because no one could ever know of what happened between us… no one.
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