Love me, London

"London?"From where I was sitting, I could sense four pairs of eyes in total were glistening on me. Regret immediate poured through me for following Emma's instruction and set my feet into this room."London?" A hoarse voice repeated and this time I snapped my gaze up from my lap to answer his call."Yes, Mr. Luciano."Intimidated, I was. Who would not if they found themselves seating across the table from Mr. Yusuf Luciano.Was I in trouble? Was the first thought which entered my mind the moment I stepped into the room. And with the answer being 'No', few other thoughts then arose.Hoping that maybe, just maybe someone would final

Staring at my own reflection on my vanity mirror, I grimaced. Even with eight hours of sleep last night, I looked ready to drop. My face with professionally done makeup had never looked so lifeless and dull. My cheeks were puffy and my eyes were swollen. Most importantly, my brain was discomposed.After dozing off by accident last night, I wake up with a laptop still hidden underneath my pillow. I guessed that explained the sensation of resting my head on a log the entire night. I remembered carefully sitting up in my bed and tried not to wake up Amanda. I took out my laptop and got back on the research I left unfinished last night.My laptop was on sleep mode so it automatically took me back to where I left off but to my surprise, the blog of the girl named Amber had no longer existed. Her site was to quote the google people's statemen

Stupid.Stupid. Dumb. London.I repeated those words to myself as I walked down the dark hallway and headed toward the room located all the way to the end. From what I remembered, that white double door was introduced to me as the door led to the master bedroom of the west wing.I could not sleep.No matter how long I had laid there in my perfectly comfortable bed and waited for sleep to take over me, it did not. I shifted and rolled around for hours and hours. Each time I closed my eyes, the only thing I saw was her.Her face. Her yelling. Her blood.She came running toward me even in my sleep and I had to keep my eyes open. I coul

"It's money, isn't it?!" I barked loudly through the phone and I could hear Mama lowly sighed, "Is it, Mama?! Papa owned Mr. Luciano some money!"From the other side of the call, she began to explain, "Dearest, I am sure it has nothing to do with-""Then why did he say those words to me?!" I cried, tightening my grip around my cell phone, "He spoke to me like I am a prostitute."I sensed her gasp in surprise at my choice of word, "London. Where did you even learn of that word from?""It does not matter." I snapped, making up my mind I decided to end it there, "I don't care what you and Papa have to say about this but I am coming home."With that, I hang up.

A feeling of warm lips pressed to my forehead made me stir in my sleep but I did not open my eyes just yet. I was still very sleepy so I decided, why not give myself another hour of just lying around— that exactly what I did.Hour turned into hours, eventually a high-pitched unfamiliar voice came to drag me out of my drowsy state."Miss London?"When I opened my eyes, I blinked a couple time to adjust my sight. My eyeballs were sore, painfully sore and so was my throat."Who're you?" My voice came out sounding like a last breath as I looked the girl up and down."I am Elizabeth, Miss. I am Master Liam's housemaid and today, I am in charge of tidying up the master bedroom."