It's been a while since Maxim and me have had some time alone. Unlike before Rebecca is always there. Either because she knows what Maxim does or Maxim plans it that way not wanting me and Rebecca to have any alone time. She still doesn't sleep at Manderley often though so there is little to no time when I'm alone with her because of all the house chores I have to do. Which is what I'm doing right now. I'm in the library going through the daily mail to see what needs to go where and to whom. It's a boring but important task as to see that nothing gets forgotten. When I'm suddenly interrupted. The door to the library slams open and through it storms Maxim, all dark and stormy. 'Oh, I didn't expect you to be here.' He acts genuinely surprised. 'I am here every morning around this hour, Mr de Winter. You could care to take closer inspecting of the chores your staff does.' He grumbles something about me being always right and I grin. 'But what's one your mind? You look all dark and broody.' I tease. I know it's not my place but it is just the two of us and I can't help it. 'You know exactly what's on my mind, mrs Danvers.' He says as he continues into the library, reaching the table and leaning over me. 'I don't have the faintest idea, Maxim. Why don't you indulge me?' He grabs my chin from behind and tilts my head back. 'Don't tease me, Edith. You know what'll do to naughty girls.' He whispers in my ear and a chill runs down my body. This man infuriates me but he also excites me and I cannot deal with the confusion. I push my chair back, slamming into him and get up. He's doubled over from the impact and glares at me as a take a few steps away from him. I need distance right now cause all of the sudden I feel pissed. Like real pissed. 'What was that for?' He questions when he's recovered slightly. 'You. You are confusion me Maxim. What is it you want from me!? Am I just a plaything to enjoy till your wife comes running back? Someone to forget about when things change? Do you even give a fucking damn about my feelings in all of this!?' I scream at him and I don't give a shit if the whole house hears me or not. I cannot deal with all these feelings. I don't want to get hurt. 'Don't you use that tone on my, Edith.' He stalks towards her and comes to a halt right in front of her. I raise my hand to go and slap him but before I can even swing it he grabs my wrist and pushes me back till my back meets the wall. He corners me and with his other hand he raises my skirt up. 'You want to talk about being confused, Edith? Then why are your panties soaked if you're so confused?' He pushes my panties to the side whilst still holding my arms up with one hand and I'm unable to move. His fingers find my entrance and start pumping in and out. I'm kind of glad he's holding me up cause I sure as hell am not able to stand on my own. I'm a whimpering mess for him and I'm so close and he knows it. Right before I can go over the edge he pulls his fingers out and let's my dress fall back down. He pulls my arms towards his chest so our noses are almost touching. 'Raise your voice again, Edith and I will teach you a lesson. Now leave.' He frees my wrist and I almost sprint out of the library. On the verge of tears and even more frustrated and confused then when he arrived not too long ago.