Aurora pov
it was the next morning, and I couldn't sleep, I couldn't stop remembering what happened in the living room, is he going to divorce me? is he going to inform mr. king I almost killed him? I kept thinking of the worst scenario, screaming into the pillow anytime I remember, I thought about how I break the awful news to my boss, he won't want me to let me go and he has been my backbone for 6 Year's. I was conflicted about killing Dexter or apologizing for what I did. i flinched hearing the knock on my door, I opened it and mary stood in front of me .
"Good morning Mrs. king, mr. king wants you in his bedroom," she said and I bit my lips, I'm so fucked!
"Um, how is he? how is his head?" I asked, he has a horrible night, the push gave him severe headache, he couldn't sleep and we called the doctors this morning, they just left after prescribing some medications," she said and I gasped, was it that bad?" I'm so dead!
"Oh my God ," I mumbled, covering my open mouth
"He asked for you," she said, walking away, I breath out , chewing my finger, how can I face him now? "Lord help me," I mumbled, closing my door, I took very slow steps to his room, when I got to the room, I stood in front of the door, contemplating if I should pack my loads and run or knock, after a lot of contemplating... I knock slowly.
"Come in," his voice boomed, and I felt even more terrible at how his tried voice sounded, Mary wasn't joking, I opened the door slowly, taking slow steps inside his room I got a shift of his scent as I entered, and I was so mesmerized at how good his room smelt, l looked around the spacious room; the walls were a dark colour, and there was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, on the right side of the room is a huge window leading to the balcony, but the white curtains covered it, and on the left side of the room is a glass door leading to the bathroom.
The glass is tainted, so I can't see anything and at the other edge is an opened closest, a really closest, there is also a wine bar and a frame of him; his room is so cool, however, all the blood drained out of my face as our eyes connected and he looked at me in sheer anger, I walked towards him, trying to ignore the bandage on his forehead, he looked really sick, and I felt even more pity.
"Good morning Mr. king," I mumbled playing with my fingers, " who sent you? he asked, and I looked up confused, sent me? send me for what?
"Who send you to kill me?" he snapped and I flinched. I quickly went down on my knees.
"I'm so sorry Mr. king, I didn't mean to push you; it was in the heat of the moment you were so close, and our lips were almost touching, and I panicked, please forgive me," I cried out, and I he sat up, looking at me like I was an alien.
"Were are you so stupid and clumsy?" he asked, and I looked down, I deserve all the insults thrown at me.
"were you trying to kill me because I told you to resign your job?" he asked, and I shook my head repeatedly.
"OF course not, I would never," I said, "How can the daughter of the brown family work in such a little Italian restaurant?" he asked, and I kept quiet, No one knew I was even related too them; my boss was shocked when he Saw me on the news, getting married to him, I was happy he didn't judge me; instead, he asked if I was okay, and that made me cry, he sighed.
"what are you going to do about this?" he asked, pointing at his head, I stood up, running to him.
"I am very good at giving head massage; my grandmother used to enjoy my massage just..." he cut me off, pushing me away.
"Stay away from me!" he screamed and groaned as he held the back of his head, I stood there In panic, wondering what was wrong with him, " Get me water, damn it!" he screamed, and I flinched, looking around the room, I spotted a bottle of water on the wine bar, and I run to it, grabbing it, I quickly opened it, handling it and he gulped it down in a go, closing his eyes as he slumped on the bed, breathing out, I bite my lips; he is going to forever hate me and try to make my life miserable, why do I keep inflicting pain on him? he opened his eyes, and it was red , and I whimpered, looking at my toes.
"Who sent you to kill me?" he asked, and I shook my head. "I'm so sorry," I mumbled.
"sorry? you tried to kill me twice," he growled, and I worried for him, he was screaming, and that will only add to his condition.
"Please try to relax, Mr. king; you will only add to your headache," I said before my mouth could stop me, the room went silent, and I slowly looked up, and he was looking at me shocked.
"Get out," he said, and I opened my mouth to talk, but he cut me off, "Get out!" he screamed, and I ran out like my pants were on fire, not stopping until I got to my room, I slammed my door shut, locking it, and went to my bed, slumping on it as I screamed out, how can I make more mistakes while trying to apologize for the damages I caused before? I really didn't mean to push him, and I had no idea he was this sensitive.
"Unless he had his head hard," I mumbled, remembering how I pushed him, I pushed him very hard; I had no idea where I got the strength from, I sighed, Standing up and just deciding to deliver the resignation letter I wrote in the night I just hope my boss let's go of me easily I went to the bathroom, feeling my headache approaching.
...
I walked Inside the house, exhausted, it definitely didn't go how I hoped it would; my boss didn't want to let go of me and even offered to talk to Dexter, and I told him plainly that is something he shouldn't even think about about but I promise to come to the restaurant once in a while to help them out; they don't need to pay me or anything.
I am just worried now how I am going to find another job that will suit Mr. Dexter king's taste because I can't be jobless after this married ends, there is no home for me with my family, and I don't want to go back there and continue to suffer the abuse they put me through, and I know there no way Mr. king would want to keep me after everything I did. I sighed, entering he kitchen, and mary was with other maids, ordering them around.
"Quick, his dinner time is coming soon," she instructed, I looked at the tray on the kitchen island; there were some drugs on it, and I looked at them, they must be for his leg, if he is taking them, why is his leg not healing? I actually don't know how damages his legs are, but if the doctors prescribe this, it means there is hope for his leg, yet I don't see any healing, I was about to take one of the drugs, and mary stopped me.
"You're back, Mrs. king," she said, and I looked at her, forgetting the drugs I smiled, nodding my head.
"How is he?" I asked
"He is doing better, Do you want us to fix something for you to eat?" she asked, I normally would love to cook something for myself, but today I was exhausted, so I nodded my head.
"I will freshen up," I said, about to leave the kitchen,
Mr. king wants you in his bedroom by 9 pm on the dot," she said, and I stopped in my tracks all colour draining from my face, and all I could think was what he wanted, This is messed up.