AFTERMATH

Kaede kissed me. All through that night, I repeated the mantra. Kaede kissed me. Despite it was in the heat of anger, he still kissed me.

I traced my lips, lingering on that small spot where his lips touched mine. I tried to fall asleep, but when I did drift off, my mind kept conjuring up all sorts of scenarios, all of which involved me and that mafia boss in some sort of compromising position.

At three o'clock, my eyes opened. It was my biological clock. That was the usual time Kaede would kick at my door to announce he wanted his coffee to quench his midnight thirst.

And so I got up, made a black decaf, and slipped into his office. Kaede was seated in his chair, tracing his lips, too.

I knocked his office door.

"Who is it?" he shouted, face turned in my direction. I stepped back into the dark, obscuring his view.

I want to face him. I couldn't understand why I behaved like this.

I could be selfish and run away. Leave everything behind and scram. Dad could deal with it. Kaede could find dad and they could negotiate with each other.

But I couldn't. I just couldn't. Not just because of dad, but because there was something else there, too. I just couldn't find the reason yet.

"Boss, it's me," I said. Stepping into the light, the cup of coffee in my hand. "I made you black decaf."

I walked to his desk, placed the coffee. And was about to go out of the room when a hand lingered on my arm.

"Aki."

Kaede caught me. "Aki," he whispered again.

Kaede turned to my face. Our gazes locked.

I caressed his lips with my finger. His face grew closer. Kaede sealed our lips.

We kissing again. Anger and passion all rolled into one. Kaede teeth clicked with mine, his tongue hungrily fighting to get into my mouth, to gain control of my sense. And my sense were lost. No longer could control my limbs.

Kissing me with all strength, as if each and every kiss were his last one. I whimpered and grasped on to him, my fingers digging into his shirt, wanting more. Wishing he could kiss me just that little bit longer.

Our kiss from last night was tempered with anger and lusty. This kiss fueled with passion. I didn't let him go. What he give to me, I give him back.

I never feels like this for someone before. Either men or women. Until I meet Kaede. What did I care so much about him? Had I forgotten the first sentence Kaede uttered when he first saw me? "You're ugly." Those were his first words used to describe me.

I tried to remind positive. I was lucky he'd found use in me as his maid. He could have killed me and been done with it. But still, he keeps me. In this mansion. Even sometimes he treat me like a trash.

And Fukuda, Maki, Fujima, especially Sakuragi. They all made me feel I was part of a family. They made me feel I was one of them. We ate together. We had fun together, going to different place to collect money. Am I selfish?

I released the kiss. Kaede opened his eyes slowy and meet my eyes. I stared at him. Then I bent down and kiss his forehead.

"What am I to you, Kaede? Answered me." I asking him while caressing his cheek.

"Am I your first kiss, Akira?" Kaede asking me back.

"Yes. And you?"

"You're my first, too."

I smiled to him. Why I feel like familiar with him. There's something was wrong. But I can't figure out.

"Kaede. I'm asking you, who am I to you?"

"Is that important?"

"For me, yes."

"I don't know, Aki." Kaede answered.

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. What a pathetic. Am I too delusional? I'm a maid. Kaede coffee machine. We're different. I'm just nothing compared to him.

"Thank you, boss." I smiled to him, walked out, and closed the door behind me.

Kaede closed his eyes. What had he done? What the fuck had he done? He kissed Akira. But he don't know about his feelings. Fuck!

He couldn't control himself. Kaede almost took Akira. His ability to hold himself together was starting to break, for their kiss was so amazing. It was fire and ice melded together.

Kaede hand trembled as he thought back to a few days ago when he'd sneaked into Akira room while he was sleeping. He'd looked so peaceful, as if Akira hadn't a care in the world, even when his father owed Kaede three million dollars and Akira was the collateral.

Kaede stayed there, his face just inches away, his lips hovering above Akira, until he couldnt contain himself any longer. And then he'd kissed Akira gently.

Kaede knew Akira must have thought this whole event was his dream. Kaede made it appear that way. That was why Kaede was happy the next day, even suggesting they go out for dinner, at the cost of his health when Akira challenged him to eat the seafood dish, the food he was allergic to.

Even then, Kaede didn't tell Akira off. So, why now?

It was because Kaede fucking wanted Akira. So much it hurt. So much he felt the ache in his chest like a piece of concrete was embedded in his heart.

Aki! What the fuck did you do to me?

Kaede might as well face the truth. He was in lust with his maid, Aki. He was attracted to Aki like no other person he'd ever been attracted to. He wasn't the type to take an unwilling person.

Kaede enjoyed their kiss. He felt his world had turned upside down and Kaede was floating in a world free of worry and stress. Blissful. That was what it was. The most amazing and earthshattering first kiss for him.

Kaede dragged himself up and shuffled back to his chair, crushing his face in his hands. He was scared to admit it to himself, but he had to face the truth. He was totally captivated by his maid, Aki. And there was only one way to deal with this problem of his. He picked up the phone and dialed the one man who would help him resolve everything.

It was long past due to find Akira. His little friend.