[~Song recommendation: Carry Me (feat. Julia Michaels) by Kygo~]
"I can't eat this Master." She said in a small voice as she turned around to leave him without uttering anything more. 'That was some good act, David sir.'
"Stop!" His commanding tone paused her in her steps. Turning back she lowered her head and clasped her hands.
"I'm really sorry Master but I can't, okay?... It's…" She sighed as her throat pained to hold back the tears wanting to break free. Teary-eyed Layla glanced up to meet his curious gaze.
"Okay… I won't;" She smiled at his acceptance and was about to leave the room. "But I want to know the reason. Join me at the table." Layla had no choice but to turn around and accompany him until she sat facing him across the table.
"My former employer, David Park, the one who sold me in the first place… He-He ordered food from this brand on the farewell he organized on my behalf." She blurted and waited for his words.
"Fair enough… In that case, why don't I order something else for you?" He asked her and Layla soon shook her head along with her hands in complete denial.
"No-No Master… It's not required; The food offered here is already enough for me, I—"
"Consider it as a reward for editing the document for me." He said and focused his vision on his phone screen. 'So he did notice that I finished doing it; Was he stalking me when I was asleep?' she thought but his words interrupted her amidst.
"What do you want to have?" He asked nonchalantly with his eyes still on the phone. Layla bit her lower lip thinking of the delicacies that common people have. After all, being a maid did not provide her with many circumstances to enjoy those.
"Anything will do Master… To be honest, I'm not acquainted with these things," she said lightheartedly.
"Never mind." He said in a low voice making Layla think over her statement.
'Have I annoyed him?' She mused as she urged him to continue eating but he insisted that he'll wait until her food arrived.
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The pizza delivery boy returned feeling delighted by the tip he got from the rich man. Michael brought the pizzas to his room and in no time Layla rushed towards him to hold them.
"Bring two plates and the roller blade, placed in the second drawer to the right." Layla did as told but she hesitated to sit at the same table.
"Sit here or I'll punish you." He deadpanned and Layla had to abide by his words.
"Ma-Master… I can't eat this much; It's a lot." She said, bewildered by the quantity of the food.
"Don't worry, I have a high metabolism." His words rang a bell in Layla's mind. 'He's going to eat those items along with these pizzas? Is he a monster?' she thought but soon her eyes grew wide when she witnessed him throwing off the previously bought items into the trash can.
"Master! What are you doing? Wasting food like that!' Layla couldn't control herself as she confronted him rushing to his side.
"Yeah… I'm not going to eat food items from that brand anymore." He said maintaining eye contact and in no time she grasped what had transpired in his mind. 'He threw it because of me?' She was about to ask him but Michael held her hand and brought her back to the table.
"I'll answer all of your queries but first finish the food; You must be hungry, yes?" He asked her as he gave a slight push to her shoulders to make her sit.
In no time the master-slave got busy enjoying the freshly cooked pizza. Layla liked the taste of the pizzas, something she never had tasted. Michael managed to steal a few glances at her, amused by the way his little maid was enjoying the food.
"Layla… There's some cheese here; close to your lips." Michael gestured to her pointing his index to his lips to show her the exact location but still Layla failed to find it. She kept searching for it causing her face to get more smudged by the cheese that colored her hand.
"Stop!" The voice; Layla's heartbeat always increases whenever she hears it.
"Ma-Master?" Layla watched him coming to her side around the table. Suddenly he brought himself close to her face and grazed his finger over her skin collecting the cheese. His finger felt hot over her skin which almost lost its color as she was scared of his closeness.
"Are you a kid or something?" He teased her and Layla blushed at his remark but soon the slight blush over her cheeks turned into a far brighter shade of red when she noticed him putting that same finger into her mouth. His tongue gracefully licked the cheese off his finger, leaving behind only his saliva.
'Oh My God! What is this? Di-Did he just taste my lips in a way?' She averted her gaze and collected the plates that needed to be washed. She excused herself into the kitchen. Finishing washing off her hands along with the limited cutleries she washed her face multiple times to rub that blush off her face.
"Hmm… There's nothing left there; I took care of it." A voice behind her almost startled her as she was too engrossed in her thoughts.
"Ye-Yeah… I know, It's just that umm, nothing… Thanks for the food." She tried to leave him, her mind signaling her not to get close to him but again he held her hand and she had to give in.
"Always in a hurry!" He exclaimed before he wrapped her arms around her waist from behind. His body was glued to her. Layla's body instantly became rigid as she tried to decipher the situation. She looked down and noticed his strong hands holding her against his broad physique. She could even feel his abs on her back. 'It's real… He's holding me.' She mused.
"David killed my parents, Layla…''