Chapter 4


    August.


    August was agitated by therge number of bedrooms she had to clean. Her back hurt from the


    cleaning. She’d already done two rooms. Martha hadn’t informed her how many rooms she needed to


    clean, so when August questioned, she told her to clean Mr. and Mrs. Knight’s room, Miss Hazel’s


    room, and Master Lucifer’s room. She had four more massive rooms to clean.


    Her thoughts turned to Lucifer, her master. Everyone in the home referred to him as Lucifer. No one


    knew what his true name was. That’s odd.


    But that was none of her concern, she reasoned, and returned to her job.


    She made her way to Hazel’s room, and when she got there, she twisted the door knob and discovered


    it was locked.


    ''Maybe she is in there.''


    August knocked on the door. She had to knock twice since there was no response at first. She flinched


    when the door was violently opened after the fourth knock.


    “WHAT?” Hazel snapped.


    “I-I came h-here for cl-cleaning,” August said looking down.


    “Not now, go away and clean Lucifer’s room first,” she said and was about close the door but stopped.


    “And don’t you dare touch anything of his. He will kill you. Understand?” She continued to stare at her.


    August gave a brief nod of her head. The door mmed in August’s face. She exhaled a breath of


    relief. August was frightened. She shook her head and headed over to Lucifer’s bedroom. She hoped


    he didn’t return from work because he had left early and it was already afternoon. She was going down


    the hall, enjoying the grandeur of the home and the paintings on the walls.


    She came to a halt in front of a door and gazed at it. It was a ck wooden door.


    ''ck door? All of the other doors were in brown or hazel nut color why is this one in ck?''


    The door had a weird aura about it that she couldn’t ce. It was terrifying. She turned the knob


    carefully and opened the door. Thankfully, the door was not locked.


    Her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw within. It was a beautiful room. The loveliest room in the


    home. The room was actually an apartment! There was arge wavy-shaped bed and very long


    windows that revealed the outside of the home, and she gaped at the scene.


    It was invigorating. She didn’t know where to begin with but eventually she chose the closet. She took


    the mop and began cleaning the closet. It wasrge and made of ss.


    She mobbed the floor once she was finished, which aggravated her back ache. It appeared like she


    needed to put something to it to alleviate the difort.


    The floor was so clear that she couldn’t see any scratches or dirt on it. ''Then why am I even cleaning?''


    ''Because you are a maid and this is your job.''


    Her inner voice said. She sighed and continued to clean the already clean floor.


    Once she was done, she stood up and instantly flinched back in pain. ''This back pain will kill me.''


    She cleaned the entire room in 30 minutes and then desperately wanted to go because she was


    exhausted and the pain was bing worse. She walked gently towards the entrance, careful not to


    touch or destroy anything. August recalled what Hazel had told her. She reached for the door, twisted


    the handle, and was ready to walk out when she collided with someone’s chest. ''Wait, someone’s


    chest?''


    August cocked her head and saw the identical set of grey eyes that had made her tremble in terror.


    She took a big gulp.


    He seemed to be peering into her soul. His gaze pierced through her body like a drilling machine which


    made her tremble.


    “I’m sorry master I didn’t see you,” she hurriedly apologized in order to get out of there. He didn’t


    respond, and he didn’t take her out of his eyes. She cleared her throat to get his attention, but it didn’t


    work. He decided to speak after a few seconds of standing there like that.


    “What’s your name?” He asked in deep voice. August stayed silent for a second. ''Why would he want to


    know my name?''


    “Don’t keep me waiting, butterfly,” he growled.


    ''Butterfly? Why did he call me that?''


    “A-August, master,” she answered uncertainly to avoid angering him.


    “Beautiful,” he muttered and her breathe caught in her throat. She was truly afraid of that man. He held


    an aura that made him even more terrifying than his sister.


    She shivered with terror. He lifted his hand, and she closed her eyes, expecting him to hurt her, but


    instead he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear and softly caressed her face. August


    trembled and moved back as he was touched. That appeared to enrage him, and he looked at her with


    clinched fists and furious eyes. She was screaming from terror inside and nced down.


    “I-I’m s-sorry, master,” she had no idea why she was apologizing. But she believed that would settle


    him down. That was exactly what happened. She nced into his eyes and realized that he was no


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    longer angry, and his hands were no longer clenched. His face, though, was expressionless. He


    grinned as he entered his room, closing the door behind him.


    August quickly walked towards the kitchen. She immediately called Martha as she found her washing


    the dishes.


    “Martha!” She called her. Martha turned around and gave her a small smile.


    “Yes, my child?” she asked softly.


    “Uh...a-actually I-I couldn’t clean the l-library. Because I co-couldn’t reach the t-top,” she stuttered again


    and it annoyed her. Martha chuckled and shook her head.


    “It’s okay dear. I will tell someone else do to that,” August gave her a satisfying smile.


    “Thank you so much Martha,” she whispered looking down.


    “It’s alright dear. As you’re free now can you wash the dishes for me?” She asked.


    “Oh yes of course. I’ll do it,” August said and walked towards the sink.


    “Thank you, sweetie,” she heard her footsteps fading away from the kitchen.


    ''I guess it won’t be so bad working here. If I stay away from that man...''


    Her subconscious spoke up. She didn’t want to deal with any issues. At the very least, it was preferable


    to her foster parents’ home and the dreadful hostel where she was staying. She had strict owners, but


    they didn’t abuse her, and while several maids didn’t like her, she wasn’t much bullied. Everyone


    minded their own business. But it was clear that she yearned for Miss Garcia.


    She did, however, finish cleaning all of the items in the sink. She wiped her hand with a tiny towel and


    went to go, but she collided with someone. She was unable to maintain her equilibrium and fell.


    August cried out in agony and closed her eyes, still unable to identify who that person was.


    “Are you alright?” A male voice said. She snapped her eyes open and her eyes met with a familiar


    beautiful pair of blue eyes. It’s the library guy. He extended his hand forward to her.


    “Come on get up beautiful,” she reluctantly grabbed his hand, and he had her up in a sh. She was


    taken aback by his unexpected move, which caused him tough. August bowed her head in shame.


    “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were here,” she said lowly.


    “No, don’t apologize. The mistake was mine. I should have seen where I was going,” he said with a


    toothy grin.


    “O-Okay I should go now,” she walked past him to leave but he grabbed her hand from behind. Her


    eyes widen in shock. ''What is he doing?''


    August turned around and harshly snatched her hand away from his. ''I don’t like any man touching me.''


    He seemed to be shocked at her reaction.


    “I’m really sorry beautiful I just wanted to talk to you but you’re always in a hurry,” he said and chuckled.


    “I-It’s okay. Wh-what do you want to talk about?” She asked.


    “Well, for now I just want to know you,” he said and sat on the kitchen counter.


    “L-Like what?” She whispered.


    “How old are you August?” He asked with a smile.


    “I-I’m 17,” I replied. He grinned.


    “You’re too young for a maid. Why do you work here?” He asked.


    “My guardian cannot bear my expenses that’s why I have to work.”


    “Interesting. You’re really brave August,” he gave her a smile which she returned that time.


    “W-What about you? How old are you?” He was about to reply when someone shouted at them.


    “What the hell is happening here?” A voice spoke up. She froze as she heard the tone and turned


    around to locate him. Her eyes were wide with dread, and she began to tremble. His powerful aura was


    smothering him, and his eyes were as dark as dark night. She began to take a step back.


    “Nothing, we were just chatting,” the library guy said as if his presence was not affecting him. ''How


    could he act so normal around master?''


    Lucifer took fast steps towards them. “I suggest you watch your tone Ethan or else I’ll take care of it,”


    he growled.  ''So, his name is Ethan.''  August gulped and lowered her head. She didn’t want to witness


    that.


    “You don’t have to get angry Lucifer.”


    “Sh-” He cut off Ethan.


    “I don’t want to hear anything. Just because you’re my cousin doesn’t mean you will go around and talk


    with my house maids and you,” he said pointing at her. She wanted to run away from there. She never


    knew they were cousins. She would never have talked to Ethan if she knew they were rted.


    “I don’t pay you to have gossips here,” he growled at her making her flinch.


    “Hey bro, don’t shout at her it’s not even her mistake,” Ethan said trying to defend August.


    “Leave Ethan. Go to your house,” Lucifer said to him. Ethan sighed and walked away from there.  ''Oh


    god no, now I’m alone with him.''


    Once Ethan was gone his eyes got back on her. His intense stare again piercing through her soul. He


    started to get closer to her.


    Lucifer came to a halt when he got near enough to touch her, but she took a few steps back. Her action


    enraged him even more, and he tightened his grasp on her hand. He yanked her closer to him.


    August’s eyes were wide and tearing up as she looked at him. When he realized that, his eyes


    softened and they locked gazes for a few seconds. He let go of her hand after what seemed like a


    lifetime, and she jerked back.


    “Get back to work,” he said with a hard tone and walked away. August bit her lips trying to hold back


    the tears.