8. Damon.
The incompetence of the workers in the mansion annoyed me, I felt like punching someone in the face. How can the maids be cleaning my room so late? I stormed through the corridor. I didn't care if I was skirting past my side of the mansion.
A maid appeared in the opposite direction, slowly approaching. I expected her to run off, like the others, when they saw me, but she continued in her approach, which piqued my interest.
I thought my eyes failed me when I recognised that face. It was the wench that appeared yesterday! How dare she show her face here again?
She was uniformed, which meant she was working in my mansion! Anger burned like fuel in my veins; she even dared to walk past me as she got close, as if I were some mere servant.
My arms shot forward, grabbing her arms and pulling her to the nearest wall available to me. I moved closer to her, my right hand on her upper arm, while my left hand missed her neck on the left, holding the wall to prevent her from escaping.
"How...dare you?" I snarled.
She yelped, and suddenly replaced it with a whimper. I was so close that I could feel her trembling in fear against my body.
"Answer me, before I kill you," I threatened, my voice a forced whisper. She looked around, expecting my brother to appear and save her again, but she was wrong.
"I—I..."
"Louder," I growled.
She looked up at me, her eyes watering with tears. It was the first time I had seen her like this, in the light. I noticed, her eyes were as green as the lush grassland surrounding the mansion. Her lips, were they always this full? I never thought I would be interested in these types of details.
"An—answer me." I blinked several times. I was losing focus, very strange.
"I'm sorry, I work here—" a tear rolled down her cheek, slowly reaching her lips.
I couldn't stop myself. My hand slowly moved up, caressing her face. My thumb slowly cleaned the tear off, parting her lips. It felt very good looking down at her like that for some reason. But there was a major problem.
Blood was rushing down there, it was clouding my judgement! Her futile effort of trying to break free, to the sounds of her soft breathing with her squirming against my body excited me more. I held her chin up, so she kept her eyes level with me.
Who is this woman? How could she garner this sort of reaction from me? I couldn't help but sneak a peek at her exposed legs. Something about her maid uniform awakened something carnal within me.
"Who are you?" I demanded. My hands slowly moved away from her cheeks.
"Emma, you went too far ahead and—"
Another woman appeared in the corridor, and almost disappeared when our eyes met but I wasn't letting that happen under my watch.
"Shit. Amelia, come back here," I called her out. I slowly moved away from the maid, but my hand was still grasping her arm firmly.
She slowly appeared from behind one of the many marble pillars that adorned the mansion. "Lord Damon," she greeted and bowed her head. Her eyes went to the maid in my capture. She was very nervous, she knew what could happen.
"I never knew the quality of your services in my father's mansion had dropped this low." I pushed the maid towards Amelia. "Where were you going? To call my incompetent brother?"
Amelia's eyes widened. "Oh no, I was trying to give you your privacy—" she shook her head several times.
I stamped my foot on the floor. "Don't you dare lie to me. I hate lies." My voice, a deep rumble carrying a subtle threat.
Amelia stared at the ground and looked everywhere. "I'm sorry my Lord. I—I wanted—" she stopped and raised her head. "You see, she's just the new maid, and I saw you with her. I thought I would call Lord Mason's attention—" I silenced her with a wave of my hand.
"I won't hear the rest of it." My eyes were darting to the maid. "It will be better for her, not to cross paths with me again."
"Yes, my lord!" Amelia bowed. The maid still held her head up, but Amelia straightened up and forced her to bow her head.
"Tch! What a waste of my precious time." I turned away and left them there.
"Are you alright? Does it hurt? You went too far ahead!" I could hear Amelia talking as I turned into the exit.
Emma, her name was Emma. Even as I got away from her, I couldn't deny the excitement I felt especially down there. I glanced at my hand, the one that I used to caress her face and held it up. Her scent was still there, and inhaling it brought a primal sensation to my body.
"My lord?" Carl appeared beside me. He sighed in relief. "I've been looking for you, you disappeared suddenly."
I glanced at him and clenched my jaw. "I needed some hair."
"But my lord, we are on Lord Mason's side of the mansion—"
"I know, is there a problem there? In the end, it's also my house."
Carl sighed. "I've prepared your horse—if you will be interested in riding today."
"Sure."
Carl smiled. "Then follow me, my lord."
As Carl led the way, I was still thinking about her when I felt something from deep within reach out to me.
"Mate! Mate!" The cold harsh whispers of my wolf echoed in my head.