| Fan Fiction |
by Zaire
Hebe left the sanctuary of the kitchen and peeped. She almost stopped breathing when he surveyed the room. Luckily he did not see anything and is heading out. She was about to walk out with the mop when Chun stopped right at the door.
“Thanks.” Chun made sure he was loud enough before leaving. Hebe held her breath again but upon hearing the word of thanks, she heaved a sigh of relief. The door closed lightly and Hebe smiled. For the two years in the house, Chun had barely spoken to her. To think that he not only spoke to her, but thanked her! A sweet tingling feeling swarmed up on Hebe.
Hebe started to do her routine cleaning of the mansion. After living here for two years, she knows this place inside out. Even though Chun had not assigned her the role as housekeeper, Hebe felt that this was the least she could do for her benefactor. As she passed Chun’s room, she stopped.
She lifted her hands to the handle. Then stopped, and slid her palm back to her side. Even though she had entered this room millions of times, this room still kept its metaphoric doors closed to her. Each time she entered, she had the urge to claim it as her own, an urge to leave a mark. However, she never managed to. In fact, she didn’t dare too.
Dipping her head slightly, Hebe inched away from the door but still found it hard not to turn back and steal another glance. This room was still ever so distant. But then again, she was glad that it was only open for him and no other person. Despite what all his disposable sex toys think, the position of female mistress was still left hanging.
As her thoughts wandered to those flings, Hebe realized it was Friday again. A sour taste rose from the pits of her stomach. Disposable and negligible they may be, but at least they were the ones in his arms. Hebe’s face fell and stalked off.
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