We got home and he flew along the stairs in fury with his shoes making noises on the marbled floor everyone in the house could tell he was mad the chef tried to inform him about food but he refused eating without even looking back at the chef
"I'm not hungry "
The chef looked at me and i told him I'll be eating a little .. Offcourse I already ate alot at the ball but I couldn't reject th food seeing the chef worked hard to make it and the aroma was tempting
I was done it eating and went upstairs to my room.
I took off my clothes and went to shower ...I tried to remove the chain on my neck but to no avail so I showered with the supposed necklace and leg chain ...I got out from the shower and wore a simol nightgown u found in the cupboard... that one atleast was neat and without rips from here to there
I lay on the bed but sleep couldn't come. I kept thinking about the party everything happened so fast but why did Preston behave like that, he even ignored his supposed girlfriend and it didn't seem like he was bothered about that at all ... Why couldn't he bear the way they were treating me even though it was his fault in the first place ??....the man really is a closed book with different shades ....
I got out of the room and to the kitchen downstairs..the chef was still der and I asked if Preston had come down to eat
"No he hasn't but it's nothing to worry about some days are like that he should be better by morning"
I wanted to agree with her but
"Make a plate for him I'll go and give it to him"
"Ma'am I don't think that's such a good idea"
" Why not ? and please don't call me ma'am my position is worse than yours than yours in this house"
" That's the reason why you shouldn't try going to the Masters room ..he..."
"Nonsense!....pls make a plate if he refuses the food I'll return it "
"Okay ma"
"Just Elizabeth please"
She replied with a nod nd gave me a plate for Preston
As I climbed the stairs my courage dwindled till I approached the door ...my chest was pounding my legs we shaking and u turned to leave ..How could I go and give him a meal he refused I'm not his mom or girlfriend or wife .....but u decided to strengthen my resolve and I knocked
"Who's that" the voice yelled ....I knocked again
"Preston?..."I called out calmly and he opened the door .
I could see blood on his knuckles and I stepped into the room without invitation
"Look at what you've done to yourself" , I held his hand and I saw the punching bag also had blood on it .
"Why so much anger Preston you maltreat those around you and even yourself" he removed his hands from mine and I ignored it s canning the room for a first aid kit
I found one and sat him on the bed dressing his wounds and surprisingly he didn't seem to protest I took my time till it was dressed properly and I gave him his meal and he was eating when I ruined it with my silly banter
"Why did you do that at the party Preston what's with the back and forth today you hate me and despise me as a slave and the next second you stand up for me? .....You misbehave rudely with me and yet you stand when someone else does it why Preston what was all that drama"
He threw the plate of food to the floor and it broke frightening me
"Getout, I don't get to explain anything to you and yes no one has the right to mess with my things regardless of what it is okay ....only I have the right to punish you no one else"
"Really, if you didn't want me insulted by another why would you insist I dress up like that huh what exactly were u expecting from those rich brats to do huh? praise my style of fashion huh is that it?
"shut up and leave "
"No what is this behavior what makes you think you can trap me here I ....."
He pushed me to the wall and jammed his lips with mine it was sudden and harsh ....I've been kissed before but this was different....it was like he was venting all his anger in the kiss and I returned it ..'why?'.... I do not know .....this was no lovers kiss it was aggressive and it wasn't from a place of desire either but of anger or so I thought .
He stopped leaving us both breathless ...I looked up at him and he was looking at my chest going up and down because of my unsteady breath ....our foreheads jammed and we were still trying to catch our breathes and I ran out of the room before he could say a word