His Possession

Emma

Everyone was getting ready for the party, but the maids had to get ready before others so they could serve the guests properly. Emma and Venessa were both in her room. While Emma sat on the bed with her hair in a regular bun, Vanessa was combing her hair and applying various cosmetics on her face.

“Are you ready to go, Emm?” She asked her using that nickname for the first time.

“Yes, I am,” Emma replied nodding her head.

“No way in hell are you going downstairs like this,” she said placing her hands on her hips.

“Wh-why? Do I-I look bad?” Emma whispered suddenly feeling insecure about her appearance.

“No honey, of course not, you are beautiful but you really need to do some makeup. I mean come on it’s a party,” she chirped. Emma looked down and replied. “I don’t have any makeup kit,” Vanessa stared at her in disbelief.

“So what? You can use mine. Come on I’ll do it for you,” she grinned and made Emma sit in the chair, facing the mirror.

Venessa was finished with her job after twenty minutes of applying various forms of makeup to her face. Emma didn’t like to wear makeup, so she advised her not to overdo it, and Venessa wouldn’t allow Emma to see herself until she was finished. “Go and see yourself now. You look hot,” Emma blushed when she said that and smiled at her.

She had a clear view of herself once she stepped in front of the mirror. She let out a shocked gasp. I have a really different appearance now. Her self-consciousness has spoken something positive about her for the first time.

She turned around and hugged her new friend. “Thank you very much, no one has ever done something like this for me,” Emma told her. Venessa patted her back and broke the hug, giving her a warm smile. “Okay, now let’s go downstairs before Martha comes and eats us alive,” she murmured and they both shared a giggle.

They made their way downstairs to the kitchen, where they immediately got to work. All of the maids were there and looked great in their attire, while Emma felt a little uneasy in her high heels, but she had no option but to continue working in those.

“Here you two,” Martha said and sighed. “Come don’t be late. The guests have already arrived,” She gave a tray of beverages and food to Emma and Venessa. Fortunately, Emma was carrying a plate of delectable food because she detested drinking, which served as a bitter reminder of her past. She didn’t bother thinking about it, knowing that if she kept reminding herself of all those awful memories, she’d wind up crying in front of everyone, which wouldn’t help her current job.

When she entered the hall, she was taken aback by what she saw in front of her. This reminds me of the castle in Beauty and the Beast.

“Close your mouth sweetheart. You might catch a fly,” a masculine voice said from behind. When she turned around, an extremely attractive man stood there, holding a wine glass and a smile on his face. She dropped her eyes as her cheeks heated.

He let out a chuckle and moved closer to her. She inadvertently moved back, but instantly regretted it when she noticed he was scooping up a fried chicken from the platter she was carrying and walked away. She exhaled a breath of relief. Who is he? Must be master’s family member or business partner.

After serving many guests the food she carried, she thought she’d had enough of walking in those high heels, so she set the tray on the kitchen counter and removed her swollen feet from the heels before resting in one of the chairs and massaged her aching toes. Couldn’t they have worn regular shoes instead of high heels?

She had never been used to wearing expensive high heels. Every time she walked outside, she wore slippers or regular flats.

When she heard someone enter the kitchen, she hurriedly rose up and put her heels back on. A bunch of people could be heard laughing.

They must be just roaming around the house.

She pretended to wash the dishes so that they wouldn’t notice her, but she could not have been any more wrong with her assumption.

“What are you doing here?” Emma tilted her head and saw Lucas.

“I-I was just washing, sir,” she stuttered. He just nodded his head in response. “D-do you want anything, s-sir?”

“Yes, some beer bottles and bring them near the pool,” he gave the order and walked away. She took two cartons of beer bottles from the fridge and lifted them, the weight putting a strain on her arms. She still took them up and headed out the door towards the pool. Lucas had planned a sub party at the pool for himself and his friends, as Martha had informed Emma, because his friends were untidy and his father didn’t want them trashing anything in the house. So, Lucas had a solo pool party.

In that case, alone would be an inappropriate term to use because the entire pool area was filled with people of Lucas’s age. There were girls in bikinis who were swimming in the pool and some were making out on the loungers and the pool. She tried her best to ignore the sight and walked to where Lucas was standing.

“Master?” She called him. He was playing volleyball with his friends in the pool but stopped when he heard her.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just put them in the corner,” he remarked, his face expressionless. Emma nodded and did what she was instructed. The pool was enormous, and the yard was much larger than the garden area, perhaps it was the same size. She had no clue.

She was ready to leave after placing the beer bottles when she felt a set of hands on her waist, which surprised her and caused her to back away from the man who touched her.

“Hey, beautiful,” a guy in black shorts said. He was quite gorgeous but his lustful eyes made him appear like a vile creature.

She said nothing and started to walk out of there. “Hey girl, not so soon,” the guy said grabbing her waist again. Her eyes were wide in shock.

He can’t touch me like this!

“L-Let go,” she said trying to sound strong but ended up with a whisper. His smirk grew even further.

“Not so soon darling, why don’t we go in that corner and you tell me about yourself?” He said pulling her into his chest. She started to tremble and refused again.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot go anywhere with you. I-I have to go back inside,” she walked right by him. Everyone was staring at them, but no one appeared to notice, as if it were just another thing that happened at high-class events. The same guy ran up to her and stood in front of her, impeding her path.

“Don’t be such a bore, baby. You and I could have a lot of fun together,” her gut churned in horror as she watched the guy lick his lip while staring at her from head to toe. Unexpectedly, he tightened his grasp on her hand and began to drag her toward the corner where he had initially recommended to go before.

“Please, sir,” she begged. The other people disregarded them as if they didn’t exist. She looked to the girls for assistance, but all they did was ignore her. Some girls looked sympathetically at her, but others simply ignored her.

Why? Because she was a maid and they couldn’t care about a maid who is also a living person?

“Awe baby, don’t cry,” he said when he slammed her frigid body against the walls and spotted her tearful eyes. Her hands clawed in his, trying to take them off.

“Please don’t do this, sir. let me go.”

“There’s no going back now, love,” he said pinned her hands above her head.

“Stop it, please. Please help me!” As he began to attack her body, she started shouting. Every time he touched her; shivers rushed through her body. Her eyes were all red from sobbing so much, and her chest hurt from all of her cries. But as she felt him remove his pants, she screamed with all her might.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” The guy abruptly stopped and turned his head to see who it was.

Soon after, he was dragged away from her, and her savior punched the guy and said something to her that she couldn’t comprehend since she was in shock.

“You…. touch…. mine…. it?”

Emma’s eyesight began to fade, and her legs gave out on her. She slid down the hard concrete wall, sat on the floor, and cried silently, pulling her legs towards her chest.

A few others had gathered around him and escorted the guy away, who looked half-dead. Emma’s eyesight was clear enough for her to see her savior approach her and lift her up into his arms. He cradled her head to his chest and squeezed her firmly. She was relieved and at ease. As her savior scooped her into his arms, her body felt as if it were floating in the air. She blinked and attempted to see the guy who had just rescued her. She blinked a few times before she could see clearly.

She took a good look at the person who had come to her aid. The first thing she saw were his piercing eyes and rigid jaw.

His eyes were still filled with rage and anger. His hands were holding her waist and his jaw was gritted as he held her close. She gasped in fear as she realized who he was.

“Master?” Emma whispered before blacking out.