Just A Maid: CHAPTER 11

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Well I don't wanna spoil but this chapter will mark a little change in the story. ;) I won't say more.

Thanks to my fellow readers and beta muah *sending you kisses*

Bella, in front of a fancy restaurant with James.

"I'm not sure I'm dressed up for this." I gestured to the restaurant. I didn't know he'd become that type of guys, willing to parade around here. He's always been a Forks folk to me, neither rich nor 'too poor'. He used to be an average hot stuff. Now he was bringing me to this four stars Italian restaurant called Bacio which literally meant the kiss in Italian (that I knew.). What happened since then?

I cringed when the sophisticated valet came to open my car door and called me 'Madam'. I didn't like all this richness, even the neighborhood smelt people with golden sticks up in their asses.

Very hypocritical of you since you just lied about your "wealth" Bella.

"You're perfect this way." He smiled at me and slung his arm around my shoulders. He gave his car keys to the car valet and leaded us inside.

"Good evening Giorgio, you got my text right?" James greeted the maître d'hôtel enthusiastically.

"Sure Mr. Huntsman, a table for two."

"Yes and this is my date. Bella Swan." I waved with a smile not knowing what else to do.

The guy looked down at me with disdain when I removed my coat and gave it to the coat man or whatever he was called. It was cold now and I hadn't brought my wardrobe at the Cullen's, so I had no other choice but to wear my grey sweater where you could read in black capitals letters right over my breast "pinch them, punch you."

I found it funny when I bought it…

His eyes landed on my jeans. I had such a great ass with this black tight bottom, yet I feared a stretched movement would rip it. His glance was getting scornful. The more he was inspecting me, the more I was feeling the red shade taking over my face. Hell, I didn't fit here; this just confirmed a realistic fact. Eventually he asked us to follow him to our table.

Hands in the pockets of my sweater, I was walking distractedly behind James, glancing around the extravagant place, tables were filled with snobs in their overpriced suits and dresses, and the Italian classical music in the background was filling my ears.

I was lurking with envy to someone's plate, consuming some tiramisu dessert, when I felt my body bumped into a random waiter. I was about to excuse myself when my body suddenly tensed the second I saw him.

Him!

No way…

This couldn't be…

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? This man was fucking everywhere! I thought this night was all about me and not him for once? I was pleading the Universe.

The fuck was he doing here anyway? Wasn't it supposed to be at some business trip or something?

"Fuck!"

Mr. Cullen couldn't see me here or I'd be in deep shit. I swiftly pulled James by the sleeve. "What is it babe?" He inquired puzzled.

"You know what? I…I don't feel like this restaurant, we could just head to a random bar or something?" I waved off, with a nervous smile.

Please say yes!

He hastily cupped my face between his hands. "You deserve so much better than a random bar, babe."

Fuck.

But this was so cute though…

"They have the best things here, you'll see." He blew at my face. My eyes instantly flickered to Mr. Cullen's table, placed further behind him.

The best, that I see!

I nodded and exhaled the breath I was holding. "Ok."

You better pray HE doesn't see you.

He took my hand and we started to walk again. I couldn't help staring at him; my boss was sat around this table. I could have a full sight of him now that we were approaching ours. God, he was hot even when he was sweeping his mouth with this grey clothe table and then moving his lips to talk to someone.

Wait he was with someone?

I sat at the chair the mustache waiter was offering me, which provided me a better view of Mr. Cullen's table and his date now. This was a she! This was a red- headed she!

The hell was she? Her back was turned to me I couldn't tell.

Maybe she was the girl he was CHEATING ON HIS WIFE WITH? WITH THE CONDOMS PLACED IN HIS RIGHT DRAWER OF HIS OFFICE?

I froze at the thought with goggle eyes.

"Are you ok Bella?" James asked me concerned. I shook off the thoughts which by the way were none of my concern and reassured him.

Nope, this is not my problem, forget about him and enjoy the company of the hot stuff sitting before you.

I drank the glass of wine the waiter had poured for me. The business he was doing with these condoms and this woman, was his business, not mine… This needed to be clear. I put my hands to raise a wall so that HE won't perceive my face and my eyes wouldn't peep away, anyhow. The mustache waiter gave us the menus and politely left. I swiftly hold it higher to hide behind and slumped on my chair.

"What will you get?" I heard him ask.

"What you will get." I couldn't understand what was written on it. All this Italian's characters in italic letters shit. Ugh.

My first name was Italian but it didn't mean I was one. My great grand-father from my dad's side was. That's where my Italian roots stopped.

Also I was too busy thinking of my boss, sat there, that I wasn't even paying attention to the discussion ongoing right here. I was escaping from my lips between several sips of wine some 'hum' and 'mmm' to let James know that I was following but truthfully I had no idea what the topic was about.

Time passed and at some point, while we were waiting for the dessert, James put his hand above mine which instantly interrupted me from my Cullen's haze. But of course it was at that very same moment that Mr. Cullen passed by our table with his red-headed date on his side to head toward the exit.

This ginger hair and superior bitch look seemed familiar.

I could've swore that I've already seen this woman!

Still, my heart was pounding faster than usual, I wanted to turn my head so he wouldn't catch my very noticeable stare but some invisible force was doing the contrary and obliged me to look.

Mr. Cullen in his fuckable black suit, with his determined and full of assurance walk hadn't noticed me until I tried to remove my hand from James's but he grabbed it swiftly and intertwined our fingers before I could do anything else. The movement caused a glimpse from Mr. Cullen toward us.

This pair of green eyes was sent by Jesus!

He glared down at our table not even surprised to see me there, he focused his stare on our hands then between my date and I. He was now glancing straight at me, his satanic beautiful eyes invading my virgin soul. I didn't know what this look was about but I eventually beat the invisible force and broke it. I cleared my throat loudly than I should and faced back to my date.

His recognizable fragrance breezed in my nostrils and suddenly gave me an insatiable urge.

Good Lord!

I tightened the grip on James's hand; digging my stinging nails in his pale skin which I was sure would leave red marks on him.

What was this man doing to me? I was practically certain that if we weren't in a public space, my crazy inner self would have thrown everything away, jumped on him, ripped his clothes apart wildly, licked his abs and Done him right on the wall and/or the floor.

Unfff… hell yeah I would!

My hand clenched until the smell cleared out of the air. I released James and exhaled a long breath.

Well that was awkward!

Only after James asked me what I was talking about, was it that I realized I'd voiced this last thought out loud.

Did I nearly have an orgasm just by the eyefuck Mr. Cullen and I exchanged seconds ago and the smell he left behind him?

The fuck!?

I replied the second after I saw the waiter headed in our way with our plates. "Erm… How awkward… The-the dessert was taking ages to come!"

My knee couldn't stop bouncing since my mute little exchange with him. He saw me! I saw him! We saw each other in a place we shouldn't have met!

I am so dead.

I was supposed to be home taking care of the doggies, not rinsing my throat with fucking expensive wine in a rich ass restaurant!

What should I do? Maybe I should drag off my night date with James and extended it elsewhere in order to retard the way back home where Mr. Cullen was expecting me to be!

James had proposed we go to at his place afterward, to have some time alone and I knew what this freaking sentence meant.

Kiss kiss, touch touch and bye bye my flower!

Aaaaaah!

This was way too soon but at the same time not, because I knew him for years already and was waiting for this day since high school, this was one of my dreams.

Used to be…

Did I still desire James as much as I used to?

No you desire Mr. Cullen's D!

I ran my hands through my hair still nervous.

Was I physically attracted to James?

Hum kinda but you prefer Mr. Cullen!

I contemplated James's profile, his appealing features were still apparent. His hands were grasped on the wheel with a serious stare directed to the road ahead us. I wet my dry lips.

Was I willing to let James finally pop my cherry after 20 years?

NAH YOU WANT MR. CULLEN TO HAVE THE VERY HONOR!

Enough was enough! I scowled at myself and without even thinking twice I suddenly grabbed James by the neck and crashed my lips to his for a deep ardent kiss.

We were exchanging one of the most languorous kiss I've ever had in my life. I hadn't zipped my coat so I could sense under my sweater his cold finger trailed on my skin and dangerously advanced to my bra. I was now moaning at the exquisite squeezing sensation of his hand around my boob when the sound of horns further in the distance brought me back to reality. I instantaneously opened my eyes and pulled away from him. The lights had turned green signaling us to drive again.

This was so wrong!

"Woah! I didn't know you had it in you Swan!" He panted, surprised nonetheless satisfied by my so sudden approach.

I swept my lips and arranged myself back on my seat.

"Pull over." I commended.

"What?"

I reached for my purse and fervently looked inside, searching for something. James was still driving but touched my arm, alerted.

"What is it babe?"

I needed this something right now but what was it? Where was it?

"Pull over!"

Eventually he did what I told and turned to me.

"I don't understand… What exactly are you looking for?"

Yeah what are you looking for?

"A CONDOM!" I yelled and began to peek inside the glove box of his car. I was disorganizing all his stuff but couldn't care less at this very moment. It was time for Bella Swan to lose her precious virtue before she commits a virgin suicide because of the too much horniness raging her from the inside. And for that she needed a condom.

I needed a condom to get this over with. I needed a condom so James would do what he's supposed to do so I would finally be satisfied and wouldn't think ever again about screwing my boss.

Don't do that!

I needed a condom so I would shut out this horny little voice of mine, once and for all. Yet I couldn't find any. Where could I find one right now?

James chuckled "Do you really want to do this now? In my car?"

I wasn't listening to him, too busy to remember about the nearer drug store around.

Home! I suddenly recalled.

"Actually drive me home!" I snapped my fingers.

I knew I had one still in the deep of my uniform's pocket! The one I'd inadvertently slid in my pocket. The one I'd stolen from…

"OK…" he veered the engine and we were back on the road path.

But home meant Mr. Cullen's home, I couldn't go back yet. He would most likely be there.

"Wait!" I passed my hands once more in my hair. "I don't know now…"

"How about we go at my place as we were supposed to? It'll be a tad bit more comfortable than a car and don't worry honey, I have plenty of condoms there." He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

Plenty of condoms like Mr. Cullen…

"All right let's go." I sighed heavily.

It was one in the morning when I came back from James's house. I was back to The Cullens' villa, feeling changed.

Mr. Cullen was probably asleep by now; I knew I wouldn't cross him. I locked the front doors behind me to head to the stairs. All the lights were off except the one from the principle living room where I had settled all my shits to sleep, eat and procrastinate the whole weekend.

The prattles of the TV were resonating in the hall. I'd probably forgotten to turn it off before leaving. I thought as I entered the place where everything was as I'd left it. It's like a tornado had passed by.

Gosh I hope Mr. Cullen hasn't seen this chaos when he came home.

I was folding the last comforter when I heard the sound of the wide entry doors opened.

I looked up intrigued. Who could it be?

Don't fucking tell me it was him?

Barks echoed from the hall.

Fuck the doggies! I grimaced emphatically.

Should I go hide? I was so not ready to face him right now.

I hastily ran to the other door, across the room that would lead me elsewhere. My hand was on the handle when I heard his familiar velvet voice.

"Did you have fun there Miss Swan?"

Fuck this, I'm burn.

Slowly I turned around, shameful that he caught me trying to escape from him. He was at the very end of the large living room standing on the thresholds. His arms were crossed on his chest in defiance. He was still wearing the same black suit pants and white shirt from earlier.

"I guess you're aware that YOU were supposed to stay home and be the one walking out the dogs, don't you?"

"Yes I'm…"

He cut me. "What exactly are you Miss Swan?"

Huh? I wasn't expecting this question.

Hum… let's see… I'm a Human?

What?

"Excuse me?" I asked with a little voice.

"What kind of person are you?" he didn't sound sarcastic this time.

But I still didn't understand the meaning of his questions. I looked around searching for the right answer. "I'm… a girl? I'm a white girl? I don't know… I'm not Asian neither European nor African so I guess it makes me American?"

Help!

Da fuck was I saying?

I shrugged nervously, hoping that one of my replies would be the good one. "I'm not sure to understand sir."

Da fuck was he asking?

"What are you?"

Was it some sort of tricky game? Oh gosh I was so not in the mood for that.

He walked toward me one step after the other.

"You're not rich, are you?"

Duh no!

"Are you some sort of opportunist? Fortune hunter?" He stepped closer. "A gold-digger?"

Whut?

Does he think what I think he thinks I am or is it just the late time and the wine early ingurgitated that gives me the wrong impression?

"A call-girl maybe? Tell me."

Oh no he didn't?!

"Excuse you?" I choked, utterly chocked that he would dare asking me this and have those kinds of assumptions at my account; I didn't even know where those were coming from.

"Are you doing this for money?" he inquired skeptical, proceeding one more step ahead.

What the?

"WHAT? Yes! No! I-I'm working here for money! I'm nothing more than a maid!"

"A maid exactly! You're just a maid!" he gestured angrily. "So what were you doing in this restaurant with this man? Did he pay you? That's the only reason why you'd be there."

My eyes almost fell from their holes.

So now I'm not good enough to have a freaking date!?

OR DOES HE REALLY THINK I'M A PROSTITUTE?

Ruuuuude!

"I AM NOT A SLUT!" I yelped outraged by his words, this was the first time that I was raising my voice at my boss.

What is wrong with him?

"So what were you doing with this man?"

"What were you doing with this woman?" I retorted out of nowhere. Why on earth my jealousy resurfaced at such critical time? I was getting unprofessional but he wasn't any less!

"Don't answer my question with another question!" he snapped.

"I'm sorry sir but I think that is none of your business."

"Business…"

He snorted. "Of course… you must be after my money…" he said to himself. "You and this guy… Are you a spy from some concurrent company? Tell me the truth."

Did I just enter another dimension or?

WHAT DAMN COMPANY?

"NO!"

I'm not a spy.

"You are!" he pointed his finger at me. "You made my company lose millions."

I'm not a spy!

"I haven't done it on purpose!"

I covered my face in my hands and took a deep breath, baffled by his accusations.

"Now I found you in the same restaurant as me when I discussed business with my associate?!"

Oooh so the red headed woman was only his associate Lacey, thank god…

Wait why did I feel relieved about that? Fuck that was certainly not the moment to think of that! The man was pissed at me!

"And you'd think I wouldn't notice that you sneak into my office?"

FUCK ME!

"I…"

I'M NOT A MOTHERFUCKING SPY! I wanted to scream and shout and let this out loud.

"I know you're some little rat from another company. Just tell me your secret."

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

"With all due respect SIR," I was starting to lose my shit. "I think you're SLIGHTLY paranoid!"

"Say it!" his tone was getting sharper, his voice louder as he filled the last inches between us. He roughly grabbed me by the arms. "Out loud!"

Pressure!

His grip became steadier. "SAY IT!" he snarled tempestuously at my face.

So much pressure!

"SAY IT!"

Couldn't bear it anymore, I screamed from the deep of my lungs. "A VIRGIN! I'M A FREAKING VIRGIN OK?" he raised his brows astounded and certainly not expecting this kind of revelation. My breath was heavy; mad! I was mad at him and mostly mad at me as never before!

WHY DID I JUST REVEAL SUCH A PERSONAL INFORMATION TO HIM?

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

I was 100% sure that the all Seattle was fully aware of my vagina state now.

Fucking great! What a wonderful way to ridicule yourself a front of somebody, Bella.

I yanked my arm so he would let go of me but he caught it again.

"I'm not done with you." I looked up and saw the lines on his brows, increased. The deep green of his eyes had almost turned black in this dim light, as he stiffened his grasp. We stared at each other for a silent moment.

Nooo stop looking him at like that, I can't!

I was still panting due to my early outburst.

Look at these delicious attractive lips! Oh my, this should be illegal to be that gorgeous.

What's gotten into me?

This wasn't the first time that I was feeling drawn by Mr. Cullen's aura, so why was I feeling different this time around?

Was it the fact that he 'wasn't done with me'? Or maybe the fact that I made him lose his temper again? And this tight grip he had on me, the contact, we were touching for dear God!

umpff

Was I horny?

I felt this earlier urge reappear, this tingly spot between my thighs. This was starting to happen every time I was getting too close to Mr. Cullen. My lashes fluttered, my lips parted and I was still panting but for totally different reasons now.

I…

I…I just couldn't fight it anymore!

Suddenly I saw myself unrestrainedly threw my arms toward him, in an attempt to cling his lips on mine and finally, finally savored their forbidden taste.

I wanted him!

I tiptoed to fling my arms around his neck but before I could reach his face, he caught them and recoiled.

"What are you doing?" His eyes popped out of his face in complete confusion and I could even distinguish in them, disgust?

OUCH!

AWKWARD!

FAIL!

BURN!

Where is my hole so I could bury myself?

"No-Nothing!" I gazed at him in stupor and swiftly hid my arms on my back, wondering how on earth could have had let my hormones taking over my brain and the most dominant reasonable part of me. Why would I do that?

I'll be in deep shit. I'm screwed.

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