Match Maid in Hell

Chapter Eleven

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What was I supposed to say? Could I even speak? I mean my heart was in my throat right now. If I spoke it would pop right out.

"Uhm..." I honestly didn't know what to say. I was blinded by fear right now. I know I was a scaredy cat but he was not helping my anxiety right now, "I can't" I said, indicating I wouldn't be able to brush back my hair.

Great reason Eva.

His eyebrow arched, "Why's that?"

I bit my lip, "I just fixed my hair. I don't want to ruin it" My words were rushed and I mentally slapped myself. Congratulations, out of all the excuses or lies you could say, you choose that one. This was how I got myself in trouble.

I should just be honest.

No... I could find a way out of it.

"I'm not asking you" He growls, "I'm telling you to brush back your hair".

When I didn't respond he stalked forward. I didn't hesitate to hop off the bed and back away. Which didn't help in any possible way. I had, of course, backed myself into a wall.

Clap, clap.

I could have attempted to run past him but no, I run into the corner. I debated on trying to take the chance to run past him now but there was absolutely no chance of that happening. His eyes were challenging, showing me he knew what I was thinking.

I didn't understand fully. I had kept my eye hidden perfectly, show how was it possible he knew? It was obvious he knew. He wouldn't just randomly ask me to pull back my hair.

I was disobeying everything he was saying. If I still worked for My. Tyrese I'd be beaten right now. Was I pushing Seth over the edged.

Oh god.

What is he was going to beat me for not telling him about my eye? For disobeying him or for being weak?

I didn't get to write a will or a death letter. Well, who did I actually have to say goodbye to and I had nothing to give in my will. I frowned, wow such an amazing life.

I honestly thought I was going to start hyperventilating. An anxiety attack or something.

It's okay, Eva, calm do-

"Oh my god" I hissed. I had totally zoned out that I hadn't realized he was right in front of me now. This was bad.

When he reached out his hand I slapped it away. My jaw dropped as well as my heart. HAD I JUST SLAPPED MY FRICKIN MASTER'S HAND AWAY?! GODS ABOVE, ZEUS, BUDDAH.. ANYONE SAVE MY POOR SOUL RIGHT NOW.

If only there was a show 'Maid gone wild'.

"I am so sorry" I panicked. He didn't look surprised but he still looked mad.

Probably because I was disobeying him or because I hadn't told him. When he reached out again, I blocked him again. His brows furrowed and every time he attempted to touch me, I'd respond by blocking.

Soon enough, it basically turned into a hand war until he had clearly had enough. He locked my wrists together with one hand swiftly, not having any difficulty.

Dammit.

I dropped my head, making my hair cover my face. I pulled back, trying to great a distance. After a few second he let go of one of my arms but I left it dead at my side.

Was he goin-

I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his hand touch my chin. He lifted it gently and I allowed him. My hair still covered some of my face when we finally looked at each other.