❃ Thank you, Rooney ❃

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“I like the beating sound of your heart…Rooney” She smiles out from her sleep.

And at that moment, he felt his heart SKIPPED A BEAT.

“Ahnnn…” He pushes her away from him in reflex with shivers running down his system.

“Ahhh….” Lottie groans painfully om the floor she landed on while he just stares at her with his heart racing nonstop.

“What the heck! The heck with her!” He exclaimed trying to get over the shock.

“It hurts…it hurts…” She purrs tossing on the floor.

He gulps down nothing then bent, carrying her in his arms. Without uttering a word, he began taking her up the stairs while she buries her head in his chest.

Getting to the room, he drops her gently on the bed, she crawled up hugging herself, getting the notion that she must be cold, he covers her well with the quilt.

After this, he stops to stares at her.

“You love me?” He mutters to her.

“But why?” He asked as if she could hear her.

“Why would she…or did I hear wrong?” He pounded.

“Hmmm…pizza is the best when eaten with ketchup….hehe…” She chuckles licking her lips while he shook his head.

“I must have heard wrong… she’s f-__-king wasted…she is…” He stood from the bed.

“Give me my pizza…” She mumbles while he slaps her puckering lips.

“Shut it and go to sleep….”

“Uhmmm…” She whimpered slowly while he sighs.

“Wh@ťěver…” He walks out the room, leaving her.

~NEXT MORNING~

“AWWWNN….” Lottie sat up the bed, yawning widely and spreading out her arms.

She looks around the room and couldn’t find any traces of Rooney, her eyes caught the alarm and her mouth drops on seeing the time.

9:34 am.

“The f_ck! I slept that long!” She exclaimed getting down from the bed. She walks out of the room downstairs to the living room.

On getting there she could already smell some mouthwatering aroma in the air.

“What the… who’s cooking?” She thought dragging her legs lazily to the kitchen, getting there she could see a lady backing her who was busy cooking.

“Who are….” She couldn’t finish her statement when the lady turns to her and within that second, she could feel her eyes bulges out and her jaw dropping.

“What the f-__-k!” She rushes over to the lady’s side grabbing her arm roughly.

“What the f-__-k are you doing here!” She scrowls at the lady who only smirks at her.

“Lottie?” She heard a masculine voice behind her and looks back to see Rooney approaching, quickly she let her go.

“Tsk tsk tsk….just take a look at you…did you even take a look at the mirror before coming out of hid room?” He asker with his hands pocketed.

Lottie’s hands instinctively went to her hair straightening it with her fingers.

Rooney shook his head at her.

“Good morning Sir” The lady with them greeted with a slight bow.

“Oh yeah, you must be the new maid. When did you arrive?” Rooney asked.

“About an hour ago. Madam’s driver dropped me. I assumed you must still be asleep since the house was silent so i decided to make breakfast first” The lady said politely. Rooney nods.

“Why are you in my house?” Lottie asked with an unfriendly tone.

“She’s the new maid” Rooney talked before she could, Lottie’s head slowly rotates to him.

“New…what?”

“You heard right. I called Mom last night to get me a new maid and there she is.” He gestured to the lady.

“Let me formally introduce myself, I’m Pamela Hilton the new maid to be serving you henceforth” She bows slightly with a smile. Lottie’s mouth just stood agape.

“But Pamela, have we met before…we look somewhat familiar” Rooney asked keenly.

“Umm…I don’t think we have” Pamela says politely.

“But I could swear I’ve seen you before…where could it be… you_”

“Let’s talk” Lottie interrupted him.

“Privately” She added sternly then walk away after giving Pamela one last bombastic side eye.

“Will be back.” Rooney smiles at Pamela then follows Lottie.

“You can’t hire her” Lottie says on getting to the room.

“So I can starve to death”

“You didn’t discuss anything with me”

“Because I know you wouldn’t agree to it and moreso this is my house I get to hire whoever I want. If you’re worried about me f-__-king her you can rest assured, I’ll make sure to keep the end of my promise. No f-__-king till I make the painting”

“That’s not_” A knock came interrupting her speech.

“It’s Pamela, breakfast is served!” Pamela announced from outside.

“First time in forever, I’ll be eating a good meal. Come downstairs” Rooney pats her before heading out of the room.

“That…” Lottie sighs out.

“What the f-__-k is she doing here!” She grits.

*. *. *.

Rooney sat with a smile enjoying the delicacy served in front of him while Lottie only keep a frowny face on, not touching the food.

“Ma’am, is the food not to your liking?” Pamela asked softly.

“She must not be hungry, let her be” Rooney said with a mouthful of fried rice.

“You should eat slowly Sir, you don’t want to choke” Pamela pours him a glass of water while he smiles taking it.

“Thankiee” He winks while Lottie scoffs.

She picked up the spoon in annoyance but it slips from her hand to the floor.

“Allow me to get that” Pamela quickly dash to her side bending to pick up the spoon, as she did she deliberately traces her fingers on her thigh making her jolt up. Pamela stands with a smile.

“This is dirty already, I’ll get you a new one” She gave her a sultry smile then sashayed back to the kitchen. Lottie could do nothing but just scoffs.

LATER.

Finally minutes after the meal, Rooney excused himself to the room while Lottie drag Pamela back to give her a warning.

“Look, I don’t know what you came here to do but one thing is for sure, I won’t give you the chance to carry out your mischievous deed. You’re leaving this house today and nothing will change that!” Lottie declared.

“I flew across the country because i missed you but that’s all you have to say to me?”Pamela folder her arms.

“You must be insane to think I’ll welcome you in my arms or something. I made it clear to you didn’t i? That I have nothing to do with you now, don’t take it as a joke, leave now while I’m being nice” She seethes.

“Do you know what I went through to be right here with you Lot?” She steps closer wrapping her arms around Lottie’s neck.

“I missed you like crazy” She said seductively trying to kiss her but Lottie pushes her away.

“I’m done with you and I have a husband.”

Pamela rolled her eyes.

“And does this great husband of yours knows what you are?” She asked smugly.

“Yeah…he knows cause I told him already and guess what, he’s not leaving me and I’m not ready to leave him either. Go back now, there’s no space for you here” Lottie declared and turns leaving.

“He may know what you are but he doesn’t seem to know who I am yet? That makes it more fun, try your best to kick me out I’ll make sure to drag you with me. If you don’t want your dear husband leaving you…” She walks closer to her front bringing her finger to her face.

“…then don’t cross me Lottie. You know I don’t let go easily, until I’m tired of you, you can never escape from me, dear love” She peck her lips before she could stop her.

Lottie glare at her but she only smirks walking away from her.

On her standing, she balled her fists tightly.

BEDROOM.

Rooney came out of the bedroom drying his wet hair with a towel while Lottie who was sitting on the bed waiting for him quickly stood rushing over to his side.

“We need to talk” She says.

“Woah…easy there okay…” Rooney walks away from her to the wardrobe.

“I need to talk to you Rooney” She went to him again.

“If it’s about the maid then forget it. I’m not changing my mind” He put the towel on her head then nudges her aside opening the wardrobe.

Lottie remove the towel from her head and toss it on the floor.

“Rooney!” She grits and he sighs out.

“Alright. Okay! What’s it?” He surrendered.

“Pamela is_” She wasn’t able to finish talking when her phone starts ringing from the bed it is.

“You have a call, ho pick it up” He pushes her away slightly. Her eyes caught the caller ID and it turns out to be Rooney’s Dad.

“$h|t!” She cussed silently taking the phone.

“Hello, Father” She says on picking it.

“Ahhh…that…” She looks over to Rooney who was busy picking a cloth from the wardrobe.

“Of course, he’s almost done. Don’t worry Father I’ll let you know once he finishes up. Yeah, I will…”

While still talking, Rooney got dressed up and left the room not minding the eye signals she was sending him.

“No, nothing of such Father… we’re good. Yeah…”

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When she would have done with the call, Rooney was no where to be found in the house, so as Pamela also.

He won’t pick up her calls also getting her restless all through.

Like three hours later they both returned with groceries in their hands. They had actually went out to get the groceries… without telling her abd somehow that got her really angry.

She tried talking to Rooney again but as if he knew how desperate she is, he did all he could to avoid her and got himself locked up in his Atelier, not listening to a word she wants to say.

Since Pamela wouldn’t stop making stupid advances at her also, she had no choice but to go to her room and stay there all day.

She even tried writing as per her work, she’s a script writer actually but because her thoughts was jumbled up that she couldn’t put a thing down. Eventually, she left the work frustrated, her head seriously banging.

ATELIER.

Rooney sighs for the umpteenth time staring at the painting board in front of him. No matter how much he tried disregarding it, he just can’t overlook it or get it out of his mind.

“I love you so much… Rooney” Those words wouldn’t stop ringing in his head. He was planning on confronting her about it in the morning but she seems not to remember anything about it at all so he tried his hardest, to pretend he knows nothing as well.

But strangely, it just keeps bugging him.

“What if she really loves me…?” He wouldn’t stop thinking about that as well.

“Ugh! Wh@ťěver, let’s just paint” He lets out another sign, resuming to his painting he had actually started the other night.

He spent all night in the Atelier the other night painting though he ended up disregarding most of it.

He just needs something to stop him from thinking… about her.

Hours later, a slight knock came on the door disrupting his moment. He stopped painting and looks back to the door.

“Go. I’m busy!” He said thinking it’s Lottie.

“Sir it’s Pamela. I made dinner already, should I bring yours over here!” Pamela said from outside the door.

“Dinner? So soon?” He checks the time to see it’s already past eight.

“I didn’t know time was this far spent…” He mutters to himself.

“I’ll come out in a minute, don’t worry bringing it here” He said back to her.

“Okay Sir!” She said back and retreated. Rooney looks at the painting and sighs. He got a white clothing and covers the board with it then he stood, going out of the room.

…

“I’ll go call ma’am Lottie over” Pamela said and he nods. She went upstairs then returned minutes later with a solemn look.

“Why?” Rooney asked.

“She wouldn’t answer me. I think you need to go get her yourself Sir” Pamela said.

“Just leave her, I’m sure she’ll come eat later when she’s hungry I guess” He mumbles, digging into his food.

Throughout the meal, Lottie did not step a foot down to the dining table. Rooney completed eating and when he was done he head upstairs the room, feeling a little reluctant.

Somehow, he feels a little uncomfortable being with her.

On entering the room, he could hear the shower running, she must be having her bath. He decided to wait till she’s done since he has to have his own bath also.

Minutes later, she came out clad in a bathrobe, Rooney sprang up on seeing her while she halted also.

“You…you didn’t come down for dinner” He said, looking everywhere but her eyes.

“I’m not hungry” She replied laconically walking to her desk. Rooney could notice her pale expression as she walks past him, she doesn’t look anywhere okay at all.

“But…are you okay? You look wan…” He held her hand stopping her but she flung his hand away.

“Like you care” She replied blankly walking away from him.

She got to her desk and took a sit on the chair there, not even minding his gaze on her.

“Wh@ťěver…yeah not like I care” She could hear him mutters before walking into the bathroom.

*. *. *.

Lottie was already lying on the bed by the time he came out of the bathroom. He took a cursory look at her then walks to the wardrobe taking his pajamas.

After clading himself in it, he also got on the bed covering himself with the quilt but then he could notice her shivering a little.

He wanted to ask if she’s okay but remembering how she had shunned him earlier he just decide to mind his own business. She’s a grown up, definitely she’ll be able to take care of herself.

He closes his eyes, trying to get some sleep, ignoring her little low whimpering.

Lottie could feel coldness slowly numbing through every system of hers. Though earlier she had suspected herself getting a little feverish, she took some drugs and had expected it to come down but wasn’t expecting it to lead to this now.

Is she really coming down with a fever?

“Uhmm…” She whimpers slowly crawling her arms around herself, sweats slowly breaking down on her forehead.

Maybe she should just take some cold suppressor.

She was about standing from the bed when she suddenly felt an arm snaking around her waist from behind. She literally froze at that moment.

Within a millisecond also, she could already felt her back resting against something warm and his breath slowly fanning her neck. She gasps lightly.

“What are you doing?” She wiggle her body to get out of his hold but he held her back to him firmly.

“Stay still. This will take away the coldness away at least…” She heard him say behind him.

“I don’t need you to do this. I can just take some drugs. Let go” She said back rather weakly.

“Just shut up and go to sleep. This works better than any drugs…” He mutters back.

“Roo_”

“Do you want me to shut you up myself?” He impeded. She took in her lower lip and thought for a while.

“Then…” She tossed facing him.

“…how about you do it right” She says confusing him.

“Wha_” Before he could complete his statement, she wraps her arms around him, snuggling closer to him, her head resting directly on his chest.

“Thank you…Rooney” She mutters closing her eyes while he just lay still like some plank of wood just like the other night he felt his heart skipped a beat but it just didn’t stop there this time around, he heart began pounding faster than normally which was absolutely WEIRD.

~T.B.C~