Arrogant Maid. Chapter 89
2 min readArrogant Maid.
Written by Feathers.
Chapter 89
Brenda’s POV
After I was done with work, I returned to the hostel that Scot was.
I could have gist him about what happened at work but remembering what happened at work, I do not think that would he possible.
As I walked inside the room we lodged, he wasn’t inside.
He probably went somewhere.
The door opened few minutes later and he walked in with a white polythene bag.
“I bought this for us.” He said and brought out the food that was there.
“Thank you.” I replied gently and collected the one he gave me
We sat on the same bed and began to eat.
“How was work?”He asked.
” Fine…the chef confessed his love for me….he must be very stupid.” I said.
“He may not be stupid, he may love you for real.” He said.
“No, I’ll never love someone like that.” I said.
“Why? because he has one legged?” He asked.
“And because he is cruel.” I added.
“Hum!” He hummed and we continued eating.
“Why were you angry in the morning?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He replied and kept eating.
“Tell me so I would not repeat it again.” I said and he raised his head up at me.
“You rude girl, you will repeat it over and over again.” He said with a dry smirk on his lips.
“Tell me first.” I requested.
“Well, maybe because you lãy like a løg of wood when I was røma-ncing you.” He said.
“What am I suppose to be doing?”I asked.
” To be snoring. Don’t you know what other ladies do?…you are so poor in rømance.”He said.
“But I didn’t push you away or tell you to stop when you were cårresing me?”I asked.
” So? your actions speaks louder than voice.” He answered.
“I’m still a vï—Rgī-ñ, if you make love with me, it means I would he deflowered, remember we are not even dating.” I said
“Meaning you would prefer someone you are dating to defløwer you?” He asked.
“Not really, I will prefer someone I love and someone that loved me to deflōwer me.” I said.
“Okay…Do you love me?” I asked.
I wasn’t expecting such question but I think it’s high time I let him know so I would not keep hurting myself.
“Yes ,I love you. And you, do you love me?” I asked.
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Guess Scot’s answer?