Grey Lilies by Meli J Nightly (cat reading book .txt) 📕

- Chapter 3 -

"I called you here," Maxwell began, "because there is something I wanted to confess... to you." Samantha still avoided his strong gaze, he noticed this, yet decided to continue. "Miss Samantha. I-I... I am in love with you."

"No, it cannot be true. I am just hearing things."

Samantha found herself looking back into passionate hazel eyes, dumbfounded still by his confession.

"Little by little I became captivated by you, unlike with anyone else. Your kindness, your distinct beauty and just how special you have become in my life. I am completely and madly in love with you." He explained with the utmost passion. But without getting any closer to her, he did not want to disrespect her or make her feel uncomfortable.

Samantha began to panic, just the thought of the punishment she would endure if anyone were to find out. Society, she had learned in those months, did not take kindly people with her status. A servant, a mere object, is what she was. The punishment for even contemplating on relating with her masters could lead to her death. She shook those thoughts out of her head and began to walk away. "No, no, no. This isn't right. You cannot love me. I am just a maid!"

"Who are we to tell the heart who to love?" He questioned her while he followed and faced her. "Who am I to tell my heart not to love such a beautiful angel? You have bewitched me Miss Samantha."

"Oh, dear God! Do not say that,” she panicked. Shifting her gaze back and forth, afraid that anyone would dare listen to their conversation. She replied, “If anyone should hear you they will surely say I have planned it all!"

"I was merely stating it as a metaphor. I did not mean any blasphemy by it. It is just that seeing you every day and being with you every day has made me change the way I feel about life. I feel liberated by your mere presence. You have been the only one to make me feel like this life is worth living for." He dared to grab her hands in his, but Samantha quickly resisted. Maxwell didn't try anymore but frowned as a thought crept through his mind. "Your heart, does it belong to someone else?" His tone showed how scared he was of hearing an answer.

Samantha could only think of the man in her dreams, the man who screamed her name as she’s falling from those stairs. The man who makes her heart skip a beat when she is faintly reminded of him. She could not tell this to Maxwell, however, when she was not even sure if it was just pure fantasy.

"Young master Winchester. I must apologize, but I cannot accept your feelings," she began to speak.

Maxwell's lips happened to quiver, "It is someone else..." His words were barely audible. His eyes turned to look another way, if this was the end of everything he did not want to stare into her eyes while she said it.

"No. No, not at all," she denied quickly.

His eyes perked right up. Had he heard correctly? There was no one else in her heart. "Is this true?"

"Yes, it is true. I'm just having a hard time with my memory. I still don't know who I am, or who I was... or whichever. I just... I'm just so confused at this moment," she let it out, finally what her heart screamed all along. Her eyes became crystal, tears forewarning to escape and her voice cracked as she spoke. "I don't think I will be able to love anyone, until I remember at least a few pieces of my past."

Maxwell looked at her with sympathy, he had no idea she was feeling so much sorrow. He wished there was some way he could relieve her pain. He knew by telling the truth he would probably lose her and it would make things far worse for her. Besides he had no idea of what kind of past she had, all he knew was that she used to work for the Vanderwood's. He did not know who her family was or if she had any at all. All he knew was that he loved her, this woman with an unknown past, but with a vivid present.

"Please don't cry, I cannot bear to see you unhappy. Even if you cannot love me at this moment. I will wait. I will wait forever if I have to."

"I beg you, young master. Please just forget about this madness. We cannot be together. Besides Lady Lisbeth is very interested in you, she's beautiful and has class. She is better suited-"

He was not going to hear it. "Please, don't. I have no interest in her whatsoever." While, Lady Lisbeth, had everything their family deemed worthy. In Maxwell’s eyes she was nothing but a spoiled rich girl with too much time in her hands.

Samantha bit her lower lip, it seemed that there was no way she would be able to convince the man otherwise. She always thought he appreciated her but as one of the help. There was no doubt in her mind that he had been kind to her. She was left to wonder if he had always felt this way even before her injury. Yet, she didn't dare to ask, it would just add more fuel to the burning fire.

"And please quit calling me young master. If at least that, you would make me the happiest man. Would you just call me by my name?" His eyes pleaded.

Everything that was happening just did not seem real at all and it just kept on adding to her already mountain high insecurities. She was after all just a servant. "I cannot call you by your first name, young master. I could be punished if anyone heard me."

"Then we shall keep it a secret!" He winked. "It will be our own little secret." The idea of a secret made it seem playful yet dangerous. "You will call me by my name when we are alone," he said cheerfully.

"Alone?" Samantha kept on thinking of all the wrong meanings of the word 'alone'.

"Yes, like we are now. You would really make me happy, Miss Samantha."

The young woman smiled, she could not say no. Not after already breaking his heart the way she had.
"Alright then, but only if you also call me by first name as well. Maxwell.”

Maxwell had a wide grin on his face, like he had found a way to bring world peace. "Thank you Miss-- I mean Samantha."

Sam smiled back, she was glad to make him happy if only for a little while. Ever since she had gotten to England she noticed that he was always depressed and lifeless. Really, she could not blame him, especially with the family he had. His father only cared about making money and his mother only cared about spending it. She could tell he had felt lonely for a while which is why she loved it when he smiled. It made her stay in the Winchester household worthwhile.



Emir was breathless and panting, satisfied from his carnal needs. By his side a young woman with a wide smile, pleased at having made her bed partner achieve pure ecstasy.

"So is it true, is it true that the stupid wench is living with the Winchesta's?" The woman had a very strong accent and sometimes would not say words adequately.

"My, my how gossip flies in this forsaken city. How the bloody hell did you find out?" Emir questioned her with a quirked brow.

"I have ma ways," she said flirtatiously while tracing a pretend line with her finger along his broad chest.

He rolled his eyes and shoved her hand away.

"Why are you always so cold to me? Every time after we-"

The girl didn't even finish when she felt the back of his hand hit her across her face. She looked at him with a hurt expression, it wasn't anything new. Neither was the warning, "Learn your place Vanessa. You will always be just a servant, a worthless servant who will never amount to nothing."

Vanessa tried to fight back her tears. But one made a grand escape. Emir reached out and wiped it gently, Vanessa could feel herself melting by his touch. Why couldn't he be like that always? She thought. And why did she always put up with his violent ways? Then she thought about Samantha and her anger began to rise.

"I hate her. Why is she the lucky one? Why did she more privileged than us? She was just a servant too. Why did the young master prefer her! Why didn't she sleep, eat and dress like us?"

She wasn't expecting any real answer. But she got it anyway. "Because, be it as it may, she still had more class than you. She learned to speak three different languages, was a genius with numbers... while you... well frankly love; you don't even know how to speak properly in your mother tongue. You're just like a street dog. But even so, you hate her and so do I. At least that we have that in common."

Though he had humiliated her; she still smiled at his last statement, they actually had something in common. She had loved him since she was a child, he had always been rough with her. Vanessa had been his first woman ever, at the age of 16, he was two years her senior. Her smile did not last long, however when Emir spoke again, "Now it’s time for you to leave. Oh and tell Roxy to come up will you."

Vanessa changed to her servant clothing, she nodded and curtsied. She couldn't believe that Emir was still insisting on Roxy.

When she finally got to the kitchen she had a malicious smirk on her face. The eldest maid looked at her narrowed eyed, "What are you up to now, Vanessa?" She had taken care of her since she was a baby, but never would she have thought she would grow and become such a vile and hateful young woman.

"I came here to tell Roxanne that sir Emir wants her to go up to his room..." Another wide smirk appeared as she looked at the shocked girl.

"Eh? Me? Mama D..." Roxy said short of breath while she looked at the eldest maid with fearful eyes.

"Tell sir Emir that she is busy. While you are up there fooling around, she is here helping me with supper," she retorted challengingly.

"I, ain't no messenger. She can go up there and tell him herself."

"I... I don't want to be alone with him," she whispered, tears falling from her brown eyes. The old maid, also known as Mama D, smiled at her sympathetically and held her hands tight. Trying to give her strength to endure whatever it was she would go through.

"If he does something to you... scream, child. I will personally go to young master Nathaniel."

Roxy nodded. Her heart a bit more calm at that point. But Vanessa did not want to stop her venomous taunting. "You ain't have to worry Roxy. I'm sure he'll treat you like a princess after he beats you around a bit. Too bad lil’ Samantha ain't here to protect you no