OLIVIA'S POV
"Lucien Hale," he said gently. Taking my hand into his.
My heart skipped a beat as his warm hand covered mine.
"See," Mrs Hale grinned. "I told you that he has grown into a handsome young man."
Her voice snapped me out of my daze. I awkwardly cleared my throat as I gently nodded my head.
His grip slightly tightened on my wrist, a small smile resting on his lips, before he let go and sat down.
"Bring me a glass of iced water." Mr Hale ordered, barely glancing at me.
Just as I turned to leave I jolted awake.
"Mmmmh." I moaned as I sat up in my bed.
I looked up at the clock on the wall and it was a few minutes before 5am.
I stretched my limbs and got out of bed.
Why this dream? I questioned myself as I prepared breakfast for Lucien.
It had been 2 years since that happened. The same day I had met Lucien again after not seeing him for 11 years I was told that I was going to become his new maid.
I had to move to a whole new city.
I had worked for the Hale family since I was 16, after my mother had passed away. She had worked for them since I could remember.
My mother...
"Olivia," Lucien's husky voice startled me out of my thoughts.
I turned around to face him. I gulped as my eyes ran up and down his body.
He was gorgeous with his blue eyes that sparkled like the surface of a calm sea, his shoulder length black hair, a straight nose and sharp jawline. He was tall,muscular and looked good in anything he wore.
I remember the first time I met him, I was seven and he was 12, I thought I had seen an angel. He stood next to his mother with a small smile on his face, like a real gentleman.
"Hello." He waved his palm in front of my face.
I awkwardly touched my hair as I realized that I had fallen into my thoughts instead of listening to him.
"I..I am sorry." My voice came out small and barely audible.
"My friends are coming over tonight," he looked at his wrist watch before looking up at me.
My body involuntarily flinched.
"Be sure to have dinner and snacks sorted before we arrive."
I nodded my head.
"Words." He whispered loud enough for me to hear.
"Yes. Yes sir." I said loudly.
"Good girl." He turned on his heels and left.
His scent stayed where he had been, bergamot and cedar.
Since I had moved here our conversations were always short and brief.
The longer I stayed here the more I had realized that I didn't just like him anymore, I actually loved him.
How could I not? He was different.
Different from everybody else. He was nice to me even though he never said much.
He would bring me treats whenever I was good and did my work well.
Nobody had ever been that nice to me. Not even my own mother and father.
And I remember the first night I had gotten here I was so anxious about being in a new place that I ended up with a fever and he took care of me overnight.
But that's all I could do.
Love him from afar.
I didn't want to stain his good name and his beautiful life.
I only watched him from afar, stealing glances and sometimes I sniffed his clothes like a creep.
He probably had a beautiful girlfriend, even though I had never seen any girl visiting him since I came here.
I bit my lip as I walked into the pantry.
Lucien loved oreos and milk, like a little kid.
I chuckled at the thought.
Taylor liked truffle infused crisps and Leon liked Doritos.
I hummed as I prepared the snacks. I preferred doing things earlier because if I didn't get things done in time Lucien would not be pleased.
I shivered as I remembered the way he hit me when I did things slow and when I did what he didn't like.
But it was ok, he only hit me because I was wrong and I deserved that.
I smiled at myself as I finished arranging the snacks.
Lucien was going to be so happy. And that single thought made me happy too.
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I laid alone in my bed facing the ceiling.
Lucien and his friends had arrived hours ago. They barely spoke to me, they only ate their dinner and I left after I finished washing the dishes.
I had left my door slightly open, so I could hear them talking and laughing downstairs.
Lucien barely laughed but when he did it sent shivers down my spine.
His laugh was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard and I wanted to keep hearing it.
But no matter what I did he never laughed.
I didn't blame him though, why would he laugh because of me.
All I could do was imagine how it would be to hear his laughter more often as I slowly began drifting to sleep.
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The sound of my door slowly creaking jolted me awake.
I looked towards the door, still half asleep. All I could see was a dark silhouette.
"Ssssh." A familiar voice shushed.
"Mr Leon?" I whispered.
What was he doing here so late at night?
He gently closed the door behind him and moved closer to my bed.
I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Do you need something?" I sluggishly sat up.
I couldn't see his face because of how dark it was.
He knelt down beside my bed.
"Olivia," he whispered, his hands finding mine.
"You love Lucien, don't you?"
My eyes widened, the sleep instantly leaving my body.
A cold sweat prickled along my spine.
How did he know?
How did he find out?
I was careful, I was. I made sure nobody knew that I loved Lucien so how did this guy find out.
Just how?