Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 2

August.

“August wake up,” she felt someone shaking her. August slowly opened her eyes and saw Martha standing in front of her, beside the bed. Martha had let her take rest for the rest of the day. 

“It’s time for work dear. You have to wake up,” she said. August nodded her head and got up from bed. It was much more comfortable than her old bed. She went to the bathroom and washed her face.

“Get ready and wear this,” Martha handed her an outfit. She stared at the dress in confusion.

“What’s this Martha?” She asked.

She stopped what she was doing and turned around to face August.

“Oh, it’s a maid’s outfit. All maids wear this during their work,” she smiled and left the room. 

August breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that the outfit made her uncomfortable, she forced herself to wear it. It was eye-opening. It came up to her knees. It also revealed a significant portion of her neck side. It was a V-neck dress with a tight waistband that spilled down to her thighs. She attempted to conceal her cleavage. But it didn’t help much, so she kept her hair open, hoping no one would notice. She was accustomed to working freely with her hair open. August immediately combed her hair and put on the shoes and socks Martha had given her. She’d never worn heels before. She had difficulty balancing herself with them at first, but she gradually learned how to walk with them. But she prayed she wouldn’t trip and break her ankles. She looked at the time and realized she was running late.

August dashed downstairs in a hurry. She had to take her time walking up the stairs since the floor was slick and she was wearing heels. It was slippery not because someone had thrown soap water on it, but because of the substance it was made of, which appeared to her to be marble.

August raced downstairs, gracelessly, towards the kitchen; it was difficult for her to find the kitchen since the home was large, with several sections and rooms. It took her about five minutes to locate the kitchen. She noticed Martha standing there with a group of females surrounding her, dressed in the same attire as her.

'They must be the other maids.'

“Oh, August dear. Here you are!” She asked.

“Okay now get back to your work girls,” Martha said to the other girls. They all nodded their head and went off.

“What do I have to do, Martha?” August asked not knowing about her task.

“Oh yes, as it is your first day at work you will be introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Knight first and then I will give you your work,” she beamed.

“Okay,” August muttered nervously. She predicted she had to be careful around them.

“It’s time for the Knights to come home from work. You better be ready because they don’t like people who are late, especially, Mister Knight doesn’t like maids who look messy and fragile. So, you have to be careful to not do anything stupid in front of any of them but especially him,” she warned. August nodded her head. She was feeling anxious. She was going to meet her owners for the first time in less than twenty-four hours.

Later, Martha informed her about Mr. and Mrs. Knight, claiming that Mister Knight was a violent and enraged man. She sighed heavily and sat in the chair next to the kitchen counter.

“Who else is in Knights family?” She asked quietly. Martha stopped what she was doing and turned around to answer. 

“Well, the heirs of this house, they don’t live here. They all like to live on their own but they occasionally come here.”

“Oh,” August rose from the chair and took a glance around the home. She could see the dining room within the gorgeous home, and the mansion appeared much more beautiful than it had previously, even under the dim yellow lights. The house was really stunning. 

“Can you tell me about them?” She asked again.

“Sure dear,” she smiled. “Let’s first talk about Miss Hazel. Well, I can just say that she is a spoiled rich brat who doesn’t care about anyone. She is rude and a stubborn girl. You have to be very careful when you’re around her,” August gulped.

“Then comes, Nathan. Hazel and Nathan are fraternal twins. He is also like Hazel, a spoiled brat. Always out with his friends. He never comes home in time, but like Hazel, he lives here at his parents’ house.”

“Are they eldest children of Mr. and Mrs. Knight?” August inquired. Martha shook her head. “No dear, they are the youngest one. They have two elder brothers,” she said.

“Who are they?” August questioned.

Martha stopped for a second and was ready to respond when she was interrupted. She bolted from the kitchen.

The house’s design included marble mosaic floor and gold-painted walls. This was all very lovely. She couldn’t touch anything because she was too nervous. She was terrified of breaking something or making them soiled by mistake. She took a look at the sofas, which were also extremely modern, and she could tell they were one of the most recent designs on the market just by looking at them. She may not have purchased anything expensive, but she did have some understanding of such things.

As she ascended the stairs, she noticed a photograph of a boy hanging on the wall. The boy was probably between the ages of 14 and 16. His chin was up, his eyes were darkish, and his lips were narrow. His eyes were so black that she could envision dark waves floating through them. He had a strong jawline. She was captivated by his elegance, but the sound of the doorbell abruptly jolted her out of her reverie. When she looked at the clock, she noticed it had been five minutes. She didn’t even know she’d been looking at his image for five minutes. She bolted for the front door. The individual rang the doorbell many times.

'Oh god, this place is so big.'

Even though she was running as fast as she could in her heels, it was taking her a long time to get to the door. Whoever was standing outside was irritated. She eventually made it to the door and attempted to open it. But couldn’t figure out why the door wouldn’t open. What kind of door lock system were they using?

'What on earth is this?'

She grasped the handle and attempted to pull, but it did nothing but hurt her hand. She felt her finger contact something and the door opened automatically. She exhaled a breath of relief. She widened the opening of the door. 

“What the fuck you were doing?” Outside, a deep voice screamed. The voice shocked her and nearly caused her to fall. August trembled as he stared at the guy. Because it was dark outside, she couldn’t see his face.

“Who the hell are you? Why were you not opening the door?” The same voice shouted again, and she entered the home, where she spotted the guy. She dropped her head swiftly.

“Who are you?” He inquired once more. August felt like he was going to shoot her between the eyes. She continued to gaze down and said nothing. Her eyes were crying up and she didn’t know what to say.

“Look at me,” he whispered dangerously. She whimpered hearing his thick voice again.

He snarled and grabbed her chin, forcing her to elevate it so she could face him. August shifted her gaze to meet his. The man had icy grey eyes that nevertheless shone in the little light. For a brief while, she noticed his grey eyes melting. He was looking at her with a determined expression.     

“S-sir. c-can you le-let me g-go?” August managed to say. Instead of letting her go, his grasp tightened, and his gaze darkened once again. Her heart was racing.

He was looking at her intently, as if he didn’t want to let her go. She came to a halt. She couldn’t move a single muscle. She gasped and took her gaze away from him, focusing on the dark navy-blue jacket he was wearing. He was clenching his teeth, and she could hear it. He was going to say something when he was interrupted by a voice.

“M-master,” Martha stumbled. 'What? Is he the house’s owner? Oh, my goodness, what have I gotten myself into.' His grasp lessened, and he eventually released her chin a few seconds later. August exhaled with relief, despite her fear.

“I’m r-really sorry f-for this master. Sh-she is the new girl here she didn’t know anything. I-I’m so s-”