Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Kyle's P.O.V

It's not supposed to feel this good...

It has never felt this good, waking up next to someone.

The last two times I'd slept next to her, I barely had time to let it all soak in.

Now, that's all I want to do.

"Hmmm..." she sighs and presses closêr to me, with her body warm and soft.

Kyle..

She had moaned my name, over and over....a reminder that I'm no longer Mr. Robinson.

That she isn't Anne anymore.

And I don't want to care...

I don't want to give two fucks about it...

I just want to run my hands through her hair and marvel at how beautiful she looks in the norning.

I want her to look at me the way she did last night....the way she had her dark, violet eyes on mine, evident with rush of feelings while I entered her.

Last night....

God,....that moment. It was everything beyond just sex. It was captivating.

It was memorable.

It was beautiful.

It was a whole new feeling.

It was making love....to Marcella.

To....my maid.

Oohhh.....fuck.

I sit up now, in sudden realisation and cover my face with my hands.

What's gonna happen now?

Is she going to switch back to calling me Mr. Robinson?

Cook my breakfast,...do my laundry....And pretend last night didnt exist?

And what the fuck am I supposed to do now? My mixture of feelings around her keeps getting complicated. From worrying about her, to needing to take care of her, to making her dinner.

And now....

Now I've made love to her.

Do I pretend last night didnt exist as well? I can't fucking do that.

Not after....not after that amazing feeling. Hell, I can't think of even being with someone else now.

She....

I turn to look at her now.

She is beautiful.

And I'm going nuts. I call her beautiful, I stay in bed with her even after the sun is up...And, for the first time, I stared into a lady's eyes while having sex.

And I treasured every bit of it.

Which is what made last night....special. The way I wanted to be careful with her, the way I wanted to treat her specially, the way I wanted to watch her react to every touch, every kiss.

The way I wanted to see how much I affected her,....the way I found out how much she affects me.

Still,...

I drop back to a lying position on the bed and turn to her.

Still, I don't want to think about how she is my maid and what we should do now.

I want to be careless.

"Mmm..." she sighs again, and her eyes flutter open.

"I guess you really are a creep that watches me while I sleep." She says, staring up at me with half her face buried in the soft pillow.

"Isn't that a good thing?" I ask as I pull her closer and she giggles.

"I'm pretty sure it's not." She says as she traces the morning stubble on my jawline.

"But you like it anyway." I say, tilting her head up to look at me and she bites her lower lip.

"I guess I do." She says and I can't resist to kiss her again.

She sighs as she kisses me back, her hand still on my face.

"You're a whole different sensation." I whisper against her lips as my hand roams over every curve of her body.

"Mmm...." she breathes a moan, reacting to my touch instantly as i nibble on her lower lip.

The sudden loud beeping sound makes her jerk away with shock.

"Don't worry, it's just my alarm for work." I say as i turn to hit snooze. The minute I turn back around, she is already sitting up, holding the sheets against her chest.

"Work...y-you have to work." She is saying, staring at me with shock and I know realisation is dawning on her too.

"And I haven't made you breakfast. I...I had no idea of the time." She is rambling, running her hand through her bouncy hair in panic.

"Marcella, wait--" I try to sit up as well as i reach for her.

"I'm so sorry, Kyle. I--" she stops suddenly with a gasp as she stares at me with surprise.

"Oh, my goodness. I just called you Kyle. I didnt mean to,...I swear...." she trails off as she looks around, as if trying to remind herself that she is in my room.

Then she buries her face in her hands.

"Oh, no. What have we done?" She says and i gently grab her hands and pull it away from her face, praying at the back of my mind that she isn't regretting.

"Marcella." I say, tilting her head up and she looks at me with guilty eyes.

"I'm so sorry." She whispers her apology and I just shake my head.

I don't want to hear these words from her.

You only apologise when you regret what you've done....

"Why are you apologising?" I ask, trying to pull her close but she is struggling to refuse.

"Because I'm still your maid, and I couldn't stop us from having sex and--"

"Stop us? Why would you want us to stop?" I ask, feeling for the first time, nervous.

"Because--"

"Do you regret it?" I ask, unable to hold in what feared me the most.

She is silent now, staring at me with a mixture of emotions in those eyes and I can't handle her silence.

"Do you?" I persist.

"No! Of course not."

Thank goodness.

"Then why are you panicking?"

"Don't you see? Everything will be different now. I'm calling you Kyle and we're in the same bed and I don't know if I'm still your maid or a fuck-buddy--"

"Marcella--"

"But, Kyle--"

"Hey." I say, caressing her cheek and temple and she sighs, relaxing a little.

"It doesn't have to change. We don't have to set new rules every time something extraordinary happens."

She is silent now, as she stares up at me with worry.

"Im just worried that--"

"That what? I'll fire you? That I'll bring another lady in tonight?"

"That things won't be the same." She says.

"Well, I don't want it to be the same. The same was boring, and unfair. The same was me being your demanding boss."

"But if it's not the same....then That makes us--"

"Kyle and Marcella. Okay? Just Kyle and Marcella." I say, hoping it reassuring enough and she bites her lip in thought.

"Okay." She says and leans into me. I sigh in relief as i pull her close.

"Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you regret it?"  She asks and I smile against her hair.

"Not in a million years."

****

Marcy's P.O.V

"Put in the bacon!" I yell, laughing as I watch Kyle struggle with the scrambled eggs that he is making.

"What, now?!" He yells.

"Yes!" I say as i grab the bowl of chopped, fried bacon and hand it to him.

"But the egg's burning!" He says and I burst into more laughter.

"You didnt want my help remember? Just add it, the bacon grease will help." I say in giggles and watch him pour the chopped peices of bacon into the sizzling pan of scrambled eggs.

"You look hilarious." I say as i stand beside him and watch him mix the tasty combo of eggs and bacon.

"You know what? I give up!" He exclaims as he lets go of the spatula and walks away.

I burst into laughter once again and he just rolls his eyes at me as he hangs the apron he had on.

"You're so cute when you can't be in control." I say and turn off the cooker, staring at his burnt experiment.

When I turn back to him, he has his hands shoved in his pockets and his messy hair brushing against his face....But his eyes on mine.

"Starbucks?" We both say and I laugh.

"I'll get the keys." He says and I walk past him to get dressed when he pulls me back.

"Dress decent...or I'll end up eating you in the car." He says, close to my way and I look up at him as I feel the heat crawl up my face.

As quick as he grabbed me, he lets me go with a wink that paralyses me and I watch helplessly as he heads for the stairs.

*****

"That's a cup of Caramel lattè, a cup of mocha with extra milk. Two double chocolate chip muffins and two bagels with cream cheese." The lady at the register says as she sums up the price for my order.

"Thank you." I say to her and pay up as I take the occupied takeaway tray.

Mr. Robinson is standing outside the café with his back to me and I don't realise that he is making a phone call until he turns a little.

The unmistakable proof of anger is evident on his face and I stop in my tracks as i watch him talk angrily.

Past experiences of seeing him in this state won't let me move.

Won't let me approach him.

He would probably yell at me too.

So I wait.

It doesn't take long before he ends the call and shoves it in his pocket.

He is pacing now, but I leave the café and approach him anyway.

"Is everything alright?" I ask and he just grabs the coffee without a glance at me.

"There's been an accident at work and I have to leave." He says and walks away with his car keys.

The simple sentence hurts me worse than I wanted it to, especially as I watch him head for where he parked his car.

I drop my gaze.

He is leaving.

Without so much of a goodbye or--

"I'm sorry." Kyle's voice is suddenly close and I look up to see his steady blue eyes.

"I know I'm atleast supposed to spend today with you--"

"You don't--"

"I do. And I want to. I really want to. But right now, I cant because the situation is serious and I'm sorry." He says, holding my gaze with the calm, steady blue of his eyes.

I shrug with a smile, suddenly not caring if he has to be gone for the whole week...

He came back.

To apologise.

To me.

"Its okay, I understand." I say and he pecks me on my forehead.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." He says and breifly but softly plants a kiss on my lip.

Then he is gone.

The sincerity of his apology warms me and I don't mind that I have to take a taxi back to the house.

Atleast I can have breakfast here before leaving.

I turn to find an empty table when I spot Maya over 12 feet away, sitting at a table.

Her jaw is practically on the ground and the look of shock on her face is enough to make me confess.

"I'm in so much trouble." I mutter to myself as I head for her table and take a seat.

"Hey, Maya--"

"When were you going to tell me?" She demands in a low tone.

"Listen--"

"I thought you said he wasn't even a good kisser." She asks and I can't help but stifle a laugh.

Kyle?

Not a good kisser?

How did I say that lie with a straight face?

Her serious expression shuts me up immediately.

"I'm sorry you're finding out this way, but it's nothing serious I swear.... Well, not yet... I don't know. We're just--"

"You're blushing." she says and I bite my lip in embarrassment at how silly I must look.

"Maya--"

"You slept with him." She says and i watch realisation dawn on her already serious expression.

"I....um..." I can't think of an excuse fast enough. And Maya's serious expression only worries me more.

"Oh, my God. You actually had sex with him?" She says and I'm completely confused now.

Typical Maya would be killing for the details and probably demanding for a celebration.

I meañ, weeks ago she was trying to convince me to hook up with someone...and now she is looking at me like I'm a huge disappointment.

"I dont understand. Isn't this what you wanted for me?" I ask but she is aleady shaking her head.

"Not like this. Not with him."

"What does that even mean?" I ask now, getting upset at the way she is talking about Kyle.

"Are you kidding me? Marcy you're having sex with your billionaire playboy boss. That's a game headed for disaster."

"It was just one time. And it wasn't just sex, it was more than that. We made love."

"Oh, is that what he told you? 'Made love?' Do you hear yourself? You sound like a naive school girl. He is your boss. You can't make him more than that."

"I dont have to. Kyle is more than that. We're still figuring this out." I say and she folds her hands as she sits back on her chair, eyes on me.

Eyes filled with disbelief.

"Kyle. That's what you call him now. No longer Mr. Robinson." She says and I've suddenly had enough.

"You know, of all people to judge me, I never imagined you to be one of them. You're like the only friend I have."

"That's why I'm telling you this!"

"No! You're telling me this because for some reason, you want to make me feel bad. Life has been tough enough for me already and you were the first to tell me to 'get out there'. Even when I kissed him and told you about it, you were interested in the details then."

"Because it was just a harmless kiss! And you didn't even like him then. You were still sad about what Alex did and I just wanted to make you feel better."

"Then why aren't you making me feel better now?!"

"For God's sake, Marcy. Sleeping with him is too far. Listen to reason. You have to plan your life better than this."

"This coming from someone who got pregnant in college." I spit out and she gasps.

With her eyes filled with hurt and anger, she gets up.

"Atleast he loved me more than enough to marry me. The least Kyle wilI do for you if you get pregnant is send you back to college. And frankly....you need it." She says and grabs her bag, then storms off.

I stare at her empty chair with tears stinging my eyes and spilling down my face.

"I'm sorry...." I whisper to the silence.

I'm so sorry.....