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“I-I am sorry. I hope it wasn’t expensive,” she finally spoke, her voice shaky. For the first time, Benjamin noticed the shattered mug next to him. They both stared at it now, a complexity of tiny pieces of ceramics, spread out unevenly over the dark tiles.
“I’ll tidy that up,” Ava said, her voice still shaky. “Do you know where I can find a broom?”
“A-a broom?” Ben responded, slowly pulling himself back into this world, from wherever this little incident had transported him.
“Yeah, that thing you move around on the floor. Like this,” she said imitating a sweeping motion with her empty hands. “It’s called cleaning. I am sure you have witnessed one of your maids doing it before?”
Benjamin frowned. First, she stole his room and now she is mocking him in his own kitchen. Was there any woman more unbearable than Ava Burn—Radcliff?
“Ah yeah. That way,” he said pointing out the door down the hallway.
“The broom is that way?”
“No, the staff quarters are. Ask them.”
For a moment, they looked at each other again, but this time annoyed and angry.
“Oh, and before I forget, the room you slept in last night is my room. There are plenty of other rooms, so if you don’t mind, I will claim it back. Unless you took it because you want to watch me undress and take showers in there?”
Ava’s face turned tomato red. “I-I just slept there because they put my suitcases in there. Clearly, nobody bothered to have a room prepared for me.”
Without another word, he turned and left. Fled? Even he wasn’t sure.
“You can have it back,” Ava yelled after him as he walked down the hallway to get back into his room.
“All those golden Rolexes were blinding me in my sleep anyways!” he heard her voice fade as he closed the door to his room behind himself.
I can still smell her in here.That scent made him remember the touch of her skin. He strode over to the windows and tore them wide open when a soft knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Are you here to see me undress after all?” he provoked Ava. The door opened and Lorena stood in front of him, her brows raised high on her old, chubby face, her hands straightening her maid’s gown.
“No-no, Sir. I saw you awake so I came here for the laundry.”
Ben shook his head. “I’m so sorry Lorena. Really. I thought you were my wife.”
My WIFE?Benjamin threw his face into his palms. “Six months of this, how will I survive?”
“What was that, Sir?”
“Nothing…”
Lorena walked in to grab the laundry basket out of the closet but then it hit Ben. After the whole booming incident in the kitchen… he was giving Ava more ammo to mock him. He could literally see her right in front of him imitating how to load and unload a washer. “This is how you wash clothes… if you are not a rich baby who has maids do that for you…” she would say.
“You know what, Lorena… No need to do my laundry. I will do it myself.”
Lorena, who was already carrying the basket out of the room, froze.
“Emmmm…what?”
“The laundry. I will do it myself,” Ben said grabbing the basket from her.
“But—”
“No buts.” He assured her. “It can’t be that hard now, can it?”
With long steps, Ben walked out of his room, but then stopped in the hallway and turned around again.
“Which way is the laundry room again?”
