[~Song Recommendation: How Deep Is Your Love by Bee Gees~]
"Master…" She uttered with her dull voice barely above a whisper. Michael stirred in his sleep, bringing her close to his chest. She ended up in a position feeling something poking against her back.
Soon she realized it was his arousal. Her cheeks flustered and her heartbeat rose as this was something she hadn't felt before. 'Is he dreaming about someone? Why does he hold me like this? Does he find comfort in this or is it something else…' she thought.
"Mhm…" A gasp followed by a moan let out her throat as he felt his squeezing her womanly flesh over her dress. She cursed herself that she shouldn't have got rid of her bra. But it was inevitable as she couldn't sleep with her bra on.
"Master…" She called again hoping that he would wake up. To her dismay, he just brought his face close to his nape and kissed it before Layla was at a loss feeling his steady breaths, a sign he was deep asleep but his hand never left her chest.
'Alright Master if you feel good holding me like this; I won't complain.' She thought and tears rolled down her cheeks as she recalled how he managed to save her from that black masked man and even met her debts.
Can't she do this much for him?
Downstairs….
"Anna, I'm going upstairs to wake him up, you and Lizy make sure the custard gets well prepared." Nana's voice echoed across the hall adjacent to the kitchen before she set foot in the stairs. Anna just nodded her head but she was curious as well Layla hadn't shown her face even this late.
"Michael…" Nana paused in her words watching the scene that warmed her heart. Could she be the one who's going to take care of her Michael, whom he treated like a son since he lost his parents? Her heart filled with warmth witnessing the care Layla provided for him.
"Michael… Layla; It's time to wake up." She called them gently before she reached their beside. When none of them replied she sighed and gently rubbed Layla's shoulder followed by patting Michael's.
"Look at you, If you sleep like this, you could hurt your shoulder unknowingly." She scolded with her gentle voice as Michael opened her eyes and stared at the figure whose shadow fell over his face.
"Nana… I'm fine; I can't sleep without her by my side." Michael uttered with his hoarse voice as he gently rubbed his hands over hers. But Layla was deep asleep, watching this Nana felt like scolding for once but she hadn't got the heart to do so after hearing whatever she had done for Michael.
"Wake her up and ask her to help you," Nana said shaking her head as she set foot for the door but Michael stopped her just in time.
"Nana… Thank you for calling me by my name. I don't even know why you behave to me so formally at times." Michael's words compelled her to turn back.
"No… It's my duty to ensure your respect in front of the other maids. After all, you're the sole owner of this estate and—"
"No! Nana… From today onwards I want you to never address me with the honorifics. Got it?" He asked as he struggled to get up. Nana just smiled and nodded her head thinking blessed that her Michael hadn't changed even after going through so much.
"Master!" Layla screamed in panic and held him tight alerting everyone around. He caressed her cheeks uttering he was fine. She blinked her eyes innocently and felt at ease after she witnessed he was actually fine.
"Sorry…I thought—"
"That I fell down." Michael bursted out into laughter but Layla didn't find it funny as she was genuinely concerned when she felt a little coldness replacing her Master's place when he got up.
"I'll be getting downstairs now… Serve him breakfast after taking care of his needs, Layla." Nana's voice held authority this time and she finally left.
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"Ah…" Layla winced in pain suddenly while she was guiding Michael down the stairs. Even after a ton of pleas, he was hellbent on dining downstairs as he had been bored eating in bed for days.
"What happened?"
"Nothing Master… Just a cramp in feet; Let's go." She nudged him but Michael held her hand and they stopped midway.
'Haven't anybody told you how terrible of a liar you are?" He asked raising one of his eyebrows followed by a smirk. Layla sighed and lowered her head. "Now tell me."
"How dare she? I'll teach her a lesson today…" Michael growled as he tried to rush down the stairs but Layla tried her best to make him realize it was her fault after all as she poured salt in place of sugar by mistake in Victoria's coffee.
Michael sniffed in pleasure getting the delightful aroma of the freshly cooked custard. Although he was sour a moment ago, a subtle smile now plastered his face. Soon the maids serve him the food.
Layla found Anna stealing glances at her, she understood she wanted to have a talk so she gestured for her to wait for a moment until Michael finished his breakfast.
"I want to get fed…" Michael blurted out holding an arrogant tone.
"I'm sorry Master…" Layla apologized and got settled just beside him. It had been like this since his operation. As his right shoulder was injured it was problematic to eat using his left hand so Layla had been taking care of this need as well.
Nana along with the maids smiled, watching him behaving like a child. When did this happen? Why did this happen? Earlier he didn't even allow them to come near him. But now with this girl… it seems he wants to be cherished. Everyone mused with Anna smiling wide and being ecstatic for her friend.
"Bring a bowl for her as well…" Michael's command brought everyone out of their trance. Layla was flabbergasted hearing his request.
"No… That's meant for you—"
"It's an order."