The boss returned

Grace’s POV—

With a hammering heart, I stand at a side in the living room. My sweaty palms are folded neatly at front, my head bowed down, when the door opens making me stop breathing! He is unpredictable and I don’t know when he would shout because he could hear the sound of my breathing! I had to run to reach the door! He usually waits a few seconds before entering so that I can take my position. He loves acting superior and displaying power!

He takes one step passed me but stepping backward he leans over my head with his tall figure and sneers in his deep threatening voice, “What do you say when your boss returns home?”

I tremble at my place forgetting to reply. The smell of his cologne is intoxicating and the closeness makes me nervous every time but the power that radiates from his body and his deep rough voice, can make me wish to run away as far away as possible whenever he gets angry, which is most of the time he sees me! In short he just hates me but he loves my cooking and he loves to torture me!

“What the f*ck did I ask Ms Grace?” he yells in my ears making me cringe but immediately I reply stuttering, “G-Good Evening S-Sir!!”

He takes a deep breath to control his boiling anger as his fists clench and unclench at his sides, eager to land a slap on my face. I wait but luckily that doesn’t happen! ‘Phew! Saved by the Gods!’

“Good. Next time you forget, you will be up till morning!” he warns and at the thought of it my skin starts to give away several goose bumps.

He strides to the lavish sofa and I follow him. He takes his seat on the sofa lifting his legs and putting them on the centre table. I quickly sit on my knees and remove his shoes one by one. And then clean his legs with the wet towel that I have already placed on the utility tray, on the floor beside the sofa. He moves his toe fingers so that I can clean every bit and corner of his skin. Once done, I take in the foot lotion in my hands and massage it on his feet. After five minutes, he hums, “Hmmpf!!”

I quickly move back allowing him to get up. I remain kneeled with my head hung low until he is gone!

“Phew!” Placing my hand on my chest I release a breath that I was consciously holding in fear!

After breathing for a few seconds, just as I get up carrying the tray with the wet towel and foot lotion –

“GRACE!!!! WHERE THE F*CK IS MY NAIL CUTTER????”

THUD!!!

“Shit!!” --- I curse as I drop the tray yelping to the loud yelling and immediately run upstairs, “COMING!!!!”

“God! Today he needs the nail cutter? Didn’t I trim his nails just yesterday??” --- I sigh and mumble but that’s my limit!

I enter his room after knocking the slightly open door. But before I could see anything or say anything, my face is hit by a number of clothes one after the other!

“Ahh! Ohh!” the metal belt which he didn’t remove from the trouser hits my lips and it hurts badly. But supressing the pain, I immediately pick the clothes from the floor.

“I want this washed, dried and pressed by tomorrow morning! AND BEFORE I WAKE UP IT SHOULD BE IN MY WARDROBE!!!!” he yells a little more while I collect the clothes and then I hear the sound of the bathroom door close with a bang!

“Why does he have to break the doors and other things when he already has a fragile idiot like me to shout and yell upon!” I wonder but that’s my limit! Just to wonder.

I quickly take out the nail cutter and place it on the small table where I have already kept his fresh clothes. I walk out of the room with the used clothes praying that he doesn’t scold me again for the choice of clothes! He hates me so much that every day he has to mistreat me and yell on me at least ten times a day! And that is only when we are home!

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I go to the laundry room. Yes, there is a separate laundry room where there are two washing machines with driers and also a separate drier and everything needed to wash clothes! Water, soaps, washing and cleaning agents, detergents etc.

After putting the clothes in the washing machine, I rush to his room to see if he needs anything else. Not that I am very eager to know, it is just because if I don’t ask then he would yell at me again! While passing by the passage I notice a few drops of blood on my lips when I casually look at a shiny showpiece just to check my make up!

“Oh no! I have to clean this first, else I will get a scolding again!” I speak to myself but since I didn’t have time to go to the storeroom and get the first aid box, I wipe the blood with the sleeve of my shirt. Am sure he won’t notice!

Quickly going to his room, I raise my hand to knock when I jump at the loud yelling!

“What the f*ck do I pay you for?? What do you mean we might not get the order??” His voice is so loud that I am sure the neighbours might even have heard him!

Oh! They can’t! The penthouse is sound proof and the entire floor belongs to him!

“What will you do now Grace? If you go inside he might as well throw something at you in anger! If you don’t then he will definitely scold you later and maybe even hit you!” I keep thinking and talking to myself. What shall I do? Finally after dwelling on whether to go on or return, I decide to actually make a cup of strong coffee with cream. It’s his favourite and then I will ask him if he needs something.

With beating heart, I run to the kitchen and quickly make a strong coffee with one cube sugar and a lot of cream as he likes and carefully carry the coffee mug placed on a small tray along with a glass of cool water. Only if the cool water could cool his temper!! But trust me even if he is held inside the ice berg that hit the famous Titanic, the entire ice would melt in a few minutes!! Still he wouldn’t cool down!

As I climb the stairs to the first floor, the yelling becomes more and more loud and my heart races faster and faster! He may be the most handsome man god has ever made and the CEO of one of the most reputed and rich company, but he is completely unpredictable, hot tempered, rude and most arrogant man I have ever heard or met in my 18 years of life!

You must be wondering why I am staying with him and what is my relation with him? Why am I just not running away?

“Huhhh…

SIGH

”

I can’t because the choice for me is between death and terrible torture! And I selected terrible torture because who would want to die so young?

“S-Sir! Your C-Coffee.”

I keep the tray on the table and stand at a side bowing my head, waiting for whatever is to come!