To Put A Leash On The Master

sty mountains lies the Whites' family house. We visit on

ing containers of Christmas cookies in the refrigerator or... I don't know. But one woul

st time coming together for a celebration. And

the mirror in the servants' quarters. My eyes

e mysterious heir to White group is m

about discarding this wretched apron of woe for something

sn't even know I'm here, talk more of being a servant. But maybe that's a good thing. I'm

find I'm

o Aphrodite herself, fit more on my form. Damn... I want to see him run his eyes over me, and how

over my head before removing the bonnet altogether, le

oom, I leave the rest o

All I think of is Hunter carrying himself with raw elegance and composure. Him

me. He could be my couch on a normal day. Or not since I'll b

in reality. Man's drop-dead handsome, I mean. Hot too, like

rld to ash merely by his demeanor. And as the image of his

y brain cells aren't doing that m

hings, but didn't. He claims he's more of a physical person and would love it w

tly am, the sound bouncing off the w

ing blood like crazy, but turned out it's no longer just blood. There are now

hand but I don't stop. I can't stop. Damn, I want the man. I've

I'm reaching-if it's orgasm or just a point I can't come

it feels like a force jerks my hands from my body; one de

I want him to... so bad I can't think straight.

the sink, placing those hands

don't know if it's nervousness or my sexual

nt to throw up. And for a moment, my head seems

wear with a dark woolen jacket over a brown long-sleeve top that clings arou

s a boss that the White family didn't take from m

off my curves and overlook the fact that others mistake it f

tairs barefoot, my strands bouncing against my back as I pu

ich means perfect timi

o a messy bun updo. Then I work a little on my face by h

ormally, I'd ignore. I hate crowds more than anything. But my nerve

now that's the environment. And even though the fall isn't h

t help but give heed to the lingering thought that this adrenaline p

y good. Not at all

l. There are steel banquet chairs

tention. But the star of my gaze sta

loor with his big hands. And his face... Gods! It's more and more frustrating

ybe not. But who'd know? He's bu

s down. Everyone rises to their feet; some approach him for a

till stuck on him. He doesn't see me. Yet, I'm pra

decide between joining the maids to serve the meals or just

osing patience. I don't know how long I can

rue identity from me though. I'll not fault him for that. I hid mine too

nce the start of our relationship. But it makes no difference whichever way

dish meanwhile devising ways to grab Hunter's atten

ter are sitting at each head of the table. Thankfully, my man's on

with Morton across her. The latter's not

d it's just his corpse hunched over that s

o mind that I've fucking fallen for someone who'd have been my brother-t

though, unless they

looks brutal. And the shaded, intricate art on his neck and th

attention somehow-maybe create commotion; like sliding a table knife to the floor next t

urn's unwanted attention, which I don't want to happen. Even the Miss h

t the tray down, I catch sight of t

nt would want to see who did the deed, which is why I

wrist. It's cold and drives a shudder through me,

who now gazes at my leather bracelet-a gift; t

ile my mind becomes a chaotic mess of joy and nervousnes

ing: Hunter noticed me fin