บท 9: A taste of Her own medicine
"You gave her the taste of her own medicine", he said after closing the door behind him. "Yes, of course, I hate the fact she thinks she's so shrewd, and I feel so irritated around her even when I feel her presence", Julie spoke her mind. "That's more like how my fiancée is meant to feel around her, that's if you were really mine anyways", he smirked as he walked away in his robes. "You always make it seem like to be your fiancée is an honour or more like being a queen in a paradise", she followed him as she talked. "Yeah I know it actually is", he continued, "one could actually mistake you for a quiet person not knowing you talk too much", he said as he took a towel from a hang in the closet.
"It isn't at all, it's more like you having people in your neck and trying to impress those who don't seem to need it but still feel the need to be impressed, and I don't talk too much, I'm just saying that your family members are weird, so are you", she continued.
"Thanks for the compliment", he replied and immediately he turned to her, she obviously felt shocked. "Are you going to follow me into the bathroom also?". Her jaw dropped immediately he said this.
Julie didn't notice that they were now standing in front of the bathroom till he entered leaving the door slightly opened. She walked away feeling an ounce of shame.
"Ouch!!!," Diane groaned as the maid helped her apply an ointment while massaging the injured area. "What were you thinking going over to his room by this time, Diane?", Aunt Maggie scolded like it was all her fault in the first place. "You're kidding right, I just sprained my ankle all in the effort of all this and you can't even show sympathy, Aunt", Diane answered while trying to bear the pain.
One would think she was already in tears, just from the way she sounded. "Well, I didn't permit you to go to his room, it's just the first night, you could I've just given tonight a break", as she was saying this Diane continued to groan in pain.
Aren't you going to bed??", Damien asked seeing Julie on the sofa. Julie, who looked sleepy replied, "It's your room, I don't want to mess up or break anything, wasn't that part of the deal". "Yeah it was, now you are allowed to sleep, so sleep on the bed, I have somewhere else I'd lay". Julie went to the bed, she was so eager to throw herself on it, which she did, and immediately she dozed.
Damien went to his room bar. He poured a bottle of strong wine into his glass. He sat down and had a couple of drinks before falling asleep on the sofa.
The next morning, Damien had woken up earlier than anyone in the house. Julie was about entering into the bathroom when she got startled by the figure, that she had bumped into. She shoved her hair away to get a better view of this person. It was Damien, he wasn't putting on a shirt. Her eyes were moving from his chest downward, when it was already below his abdomen, she pulled herself together and immediately moved away.
Damien walked away like nothing had happened in the first place. She rushed into the bathroom and the first thing she did was to wash her face. After that, she looked herself in the mirror and said to herself "Just get used to this things, Julie, soon you would be out of this place, remember it's just for the money, remember you need the money and it's just part of your work here". She kept saying motivational words to herself in order for her to keep herself together because she knew more scenes like that might end up happening again since they were stuck in the room together.
After having a hot bath and changing into a new outfit. She walked to every path of the room, so she could get used to the room and it's area, since it was like it's own entire house in the mansion. There was no pictures on the walls of the room. Julie entered into another area, the walls of that room was filled with artworks, it looked more like a gallery. This was the only space with beautiful decoration and with white painting.
Julie hadn't noticed Damien's presence. "What are you doing here?", he asked in a cold tone.
"I'm sorry, I was just checking out some areas in the room, in order for me to get used to the place", she tried to sound meaningful. "You know there's no need for that, in no time you wouldn't have to act and the deal will be off", he replied while sitting on a stool, then he continued drawing on his drawing board. "Yes, that's true" she replied and turned to leave. "Wait", she heard him say, and she turned to hear what he had to say. "Don't enter this part of the room next time, it's a restricted place".
Julie got annoyed and walked away furiously, she actually thought he had something better to say, of course when she was asked what she was doing there, she understood pretty well it was off limit. She felt unease because she felt like doing something, that was why she had come in there.
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While Julie sat on the sofa reading a book, she heard a knock on the door, she stood up to get the door, the first idea that came to her mind was food. When she opened the door, she saw a maid standing there. The maid bowed in respect while greeting, "Good morning, Madame". The woman was obviously a French. "Yeah, good morning", she replied trying to be formal. "The meal is ready, Madame", the woman said gently. "Okay, merci, we'll be right there", Julie replied trying to act like a French. The woman walked away not minding anything she said or did.
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