Vincent brought a citrus canned juice. He was planning to give it to Agatha, even though their relationship was bad.
‘I’ll throw this to that idiot maid,’ he said to himself while opening the door of the condo.
He walked toward her room and was about to knock on the door, but Vincent hesitated.
‘What would I say?’ he asked himself.
Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to give it to her because he felt guilty. There were times when he purposely made Agatha’s job as a maid very difficult.
To tease her, he deliberately spilled the milk in the kitchen. Not only that, but he also even stained his und*rgarments and the bed sheets with his sem*n, because he knew she’d be too embarrassed to wash those.
So, when Agatha fell sick, Vincent blamed himself.
He looked at the juice in his hand. He heard footsteps coming closer, so he dropped the juice and then walked out of the condo.
When he reached outside, Vincent realized why he bought the juice for Agatha.
‘I am getting interested in her in a dangerous way.’
For Vincent, canned juice has a special meaning. He wanted to retrieve it, and that’s why he searched for it as soon as he came back home.
But it was missing.
He looked around the living room. Yet no matter where he looked at, he couldn’t see the juice!
Sighing, he stood straight and brushed his blonde hair upward. When he looked straight, he saw Agatha peeking at him through the small space between the door of her room and the wall.
Then, his heart pounded like crazy.
‘I think I am not just interested in this bitch,’ he confessed to himself while looking at Agatha.
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Agatha’s POV
I went back home after meeting Brett.
And the first thing I did after I went back was to look at the maid outfit, he gave to me a long time ago.
I don’t know why.
Maybe, because I was trying to remind myself that I am his slave. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“Haa.”
Sighing, I stood up and wore the clothes.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
“You look like a whore,” I said to myself.
Indulging myself in the world of lust, I accepted that my mind wasn’t as innocent as before. I am still a virgin though.
When I was about to remove the maid outfit, I heard a banging sound from outside of my room.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
The sounds went louder and louder as if there was a ferocious war in the living room. Reality speaking, it sounded like someone was flipping the house up and down by throwing the furniture, which means, I need to clean that mess after this. Darn it~
Bam! Bam!
Sir Lanceil was still out for work, and I know that it is only me and Vincent inside the condominium.
As the sound kept getting louder, I took a deep breath before I walked towards the door.
I held the doorknob and slowly opened the entrance. Peeking through the small space, I saw Vincent.
He was searching for something in the living room, looking at how he tossed the pillows and even tried lifting the sofa.
‘Look at the mess that I need to clean after all of this! You stupid bastard! Just how much you can make my job harder than it can be!?’
He turned to my side, and we accidentally exchanged gazes at each other through the small space between the door and the wall.
“...”
“...”
I was about to close the door again but…
“Hey.”
It’s too late.
“Hey, I saw you already. Come out. I’ll ask you something.”
Rolling my eyes, which I didn’t let him see, I walked out of my room. But I didn’t close the door just in case something will happen I need to protect myself from this pervert and locking myself inside the room will be my only option.
“Did you ever se…” He spoke but stopped in the middle. Then I noticed him eyeing me from toe to head.
He must be staring at my weird maid out…
SHIT!
‘I AM STILL WEARING THE MAID OUTFIT THAT BRETT GAVE ME!’
Hugging myself, I hurriedly walked back to my room, but Vincent held my wrist and let me face him.
‘Shit, shit, shit! I might really look like a whore who will do anything to seduce Lanceil!’
I am sure Vincent would tease me and say bad things about me again. However…
“I dropped something in the living room,” he said before he avoided my gaze.
‘Vincent avoided looking at me?’
What a sudden change of attitude for a perverted man like him.
“What is it that you dropped?” I asked.
Looking down at the floor, Vincent answered, “A canned juice.”
I asked and he simply answered the question. This must be our first decent conversation ever.
“You’re looking for a canned juice that you dropped in the living room?” I asked once again.
“Yes,” he gave a short answer. “Did you see it when you were cleaning?” he inquired.
“Well, I didn’t see…”
I couldn’t finish my answer when I remembered something that happened a night ago. Gradually, my head turned to my right side, there in the kitchen.
I saw an empty canned juice above the table and realized that it must be the juice that Vincent was looking for.
Who put the juice on the table if he dropped it on the floor?
Guilty, I looked at him as I cleared my throat.
“How much is the canned juice anyway?” I asked.
He looked back at me.
“Why are you asking?” he responded.
“J-Just c-curious,” I excused.
“Curious, huh?” he scoffed.
“Y-You’re turning the house upside down, so I think it’s very expensive.”
Vincent stood straight and grasped his honey-colored hair with his long fingers. “It’s not expensive,” he shared while looking at the floor. “But it’s important to me.”
I saw the death of the gate when I heard that.
‘I drank a juice that has significance to an evil person like Vincent.’
I think I need to tell him the truth.
“I’ll buy you one,” I offered.
“Huh?” he uttered, quite confused.
“You said it’s important, so I’ll buy you the juice.”
Vincent blinked while staring at me. His parted heart-shaped lips formed a straight line as if he was saying that he has too much of this absurdity and he couldn’t say anything at all.
“Did you…” he started.
My eyes widened because I think he caught me red-handed. So, I quickly retorted, “I’LL BUY NOW!” Then I dashed outside the condominium.
When I arrived safely outside the building with nervous heartbeats, I realized how foolish I was for coming out without bringing my wallet, or even asking him about the brand of the juice. If I’ll get him the same brand, he’ll surely find out that I’m the one who drank his precious citrus canned juice.
“But it’s not my fault that he dropped it in the living room,” I protested while walking aimlessly. “And how did it end up in the kitchen?”
I glared at the building, then raised my fist in mid-air.
“You should have kept it well.”
“Keep what?”
A man’s voice spoke to me.
Slowly putting my fist down, I turned around and looked at the man who was standing at the side with a sad smile on his face.
“Finally, I found you, Agatha,” my best friend, Sebastian, greeted me.