(Last chapter)

I stop next to his lips.

...

Is he blushing?

In that moment, the bedroom door swings wide open.

"WHAT THE HELL, is going on here?" Diana shouts, one hand on the door, the other holding the trigger of a gun.

~~~~~~~

(JIMIN'S P.O.V)

Diana?

"Do you not know how to KNOCK?" I say taken aback. "And Jesus- what the hell? Why do you have a gun?" I ask, spotting the weapon in her hand.

"I-I heard you scream... I-I thought somebody hurt you or- or..." Her guilt quickly turns into anger. "LOOK, I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU..." She shouts, shaking the gun at me.

"SO YOU GOT YOUR GUN?" I shout back, taking a step forward.

She stands her ground. Eyes fixated on the one other person in the room.

Shit. Maya.

"Look, we can argue about this later, for now just put the gun DOWN..." I order, folding my arms.

Out of all the girls you could've chosen...

She was the richest. We'll talk later. Not now.

...

Diana stands stationary at the door, her hand loosing grip of the gun but not completely.

Taking another step forward, my eyes don't loose sight of the gun.

"DO NOT come near me, right now." She says pushing me back with her free hand.

"Diana-"

"NO, I don't want to know. I-I still saw what you were doing with that- THAT BITCH" She screams, a sudden ball of fury erupting from within her.

"Diana you don't know what you're talking about."

"OF COURSE I don't Jimin... I never do, do I?" She questions, her gaze shifting nervously from Maya to me.

"Diana, look at me." I relax.

Her eyes struggle to meet mine.

"She just spilled some tea on me and was cleaning it up. That's her JOB." I explain, patiently.

"But look at her, she probably did it on purpose to get closer to you..." Diana argues, her voice cracking.

"So? Even if she did you shouldn't be worried about that! You know that I want YOU and ONLY you..."

What's left of her defence shatters to the ground and her vulnerability seeps out through the rubble.

"Look just calm down and give me the gun okay?" I soothe, reaching out my right hand.

She considers her options.

"Trust me. Please."

Taking one more look at Maya, she places the gun into my palm.

I see my moment and pull her into an embrace; I tuck away the gun away in my back pocket as I do so.

I win.

~~~~~~~

(MAYA'S P.O.V)

The next hour passes by slowly, as I watch Jimin take Diana into her bedroom and continue to nurse her until she fell sleep.

I stand outside, according to Jimin's wishes, and rest my head against the wall.

Just why on earth did she have a gun again?

*SIGH*

I dig into my pocket to find the used tissue paper, still strongly scented with tea and cologne.

And what exactly did she mean by those comments she made about Jimin?

I shake the thought away, reckoning that getting on her good side is, at the moment, more important than finding out some gossip.

The bedroom doors suddenly shift open and I break away from my thoughts.

Jimin pops his head out and steps into view, straightening his suit jacket as he does so.

Biggest question of all, why is he wearing a suit at home?

"I am sorry about... About Diana's behaviour." Jimin starts. "She..." He sighs. "She stopped taking her meds a while back..."

I urge him to continue with my silence.

"You don't have to worry about her anymore... Just assist cook Martha with whatever she needs. She's been complaining about the lack of help recently."

...

"Does... Does Miss Diana hate me?" I ask, after a pause.

"What? Why would she-"

"She sounded mad... I don't want her to hate me if I am gonna be... 'working here'."

....

Jimin runs a hand through his hair and suddenly finds great interest in the floor.

"You shouldn't care about that. I brought you here, not HER." He states, looking up at me.

"Brought"

I let out a deep sigh and nod my head.

I am so tired.

Jimin looks at a loss of words.

I initiate the end of our conversation by moving past him and making my way to the head of the stairs.

I wait for a moment.

And here I am, YET AGAIN, thinking he would dramatically call me back and apologise for all this...

I decide against going directly to see Martha in the kitchen and instead make my way to my 'bedroom'.

I really don't care anymore... I just need to rest.

Swinging open the door to my room, I let the warmth of the bedsheet and pillows engulf me.

I just... Need... To rest.

..........

I check my watch again.

-7:50-

10 minutes early but HEY it's better than being late.

Opening the doors to the diner, I am struck nauseous by the strong scent of grilled meat and sugary desserts.

I hope this was a good idea.

The door closes behind me and I notice that the place is even busier than usual.

Now, to find a seat...

Looking around for a place to sit, I spot jackson already saving a booth near the window.

How long has he been here?

He looks up to see me staring at him and waves me over.

I approach.

"You're early" He smiles, a flood of relief washing over him.

"You're the one to speak..." I grin, as I sit down opposite him. "What? Scared I wasn't gonna come?"

"Well, I like you enough to admit that, yes. Yes I was scared." He replys, clutching dramatically to his heart.

I roll my eyes at him and lean in closer.

"Anyway, have you ordered anything?" I ask.

"Yeah, one vanilla millkshake, hope you like?"

"ONE vanilla milkshake?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Well ya'know like in the movies, when they share a drink with two straws..."

"Un-ha" I smirk resting my chin on my hand.

"Okay, okay. I get it. You just want one straw right?" Jackson continues, leaning closer to me. "I thought we would take it a bit slower."

"Shut up!" I cringe, wrinkling my nose.

He's not too bad...

..........

"Maya, Maya wake up"

"Mhhhmmm?"

I open my eyes to see Martha looking down on me.

Oh, shit. What time is it?

I shoot up from the bed and try to shake of the sudden light-headedness.

I hope I didn't oversleep... Again.

"I am sorry Martha, what time is it?"

"It's already noon! I am surprised Jimin hasn't had a go at you yet!" Martha exclaims, pulling the bedsheets off of me.

I whine and stretch myself out.

'Oh that's not too bad, I only slept for a few hours..."

"A few hours!?" Martha, exclaims. "You went to sleep yesterday morning Maya..."

"YESTERDAY!?"

There's no way I've slept for an entire day?

"Must have something to do with that head wound of yours" Martha sighs, reaching to touch my forehead.

I flinch away from her instinctively.

I forgot that was still there... I guess it's on show since I took the bandage off.

"How did you get it? You did go to the hospital right?" Martha questions, a little hurt from my reaction.

"Huh? Oh it was a.. It was a car... Accident. And yeah, I did, I did go to the hospital." I make up, biting the inside of my cheek. "They said it wasn't too bad and that I just need to let it heal."

"Hmmmm..." Frowning, Martha hands me a fresh uniform to wear. "Well just be careful with it, and tell me if it starts hurting or any thing."

I nod in reassurance and hurry off to tidy myself up in the bathroom.

I've never been much of a liar. I wonder if she believes me?

When I come out, I see that Martha has already left but her presence is replaced by someone else.

At the sound of the bathroom door shutting, Miss Diana turns around to meet me.

Does she remember what happened?

I swallow down the sickly feeling in my throat and smile at her.

"I came to apologise..." She starts, while walking towards me. "I don't really remember what happened yesterday, just that Jimin told me I did something wrong."

"That's okay, Mis-"

"No, Listen. I don't want you to be afraid of me. Okay?"

I nod my head.

"You can TRUST me Maya... And that means you can tell me anything you want."

Where exactly is this conversation going?

"Absolutely, A N Y T H I N G." Diana dives forward, grabbing hold of my wrists.

So close to me, I notice how bloodshot her eyes are but still force myself to not break eye-contact.

Remain calm, Maya.

"A n y t h i n g?" She repeats, but this time with more desperation.

Should I trust her?

I close my eyes for a moment.

....

Slowly removing her hands from me, I shake my head.

"Sorry, Miss. I have nothing to say."

....

Diana hides her rage quite well even if the twitch in her left eye gives most of it away.

Taking a step back, she regains her posture.

"Well just so you know, he made me promise something else too..." She begins, her lips curling into a smirk. "Too bad that I forgot what it was."

Taking one last repulsed look at the room, she makes her dramatic exit. leaving me with aching wrists and another motive to get out of this place.

I can see why her and Jimin are together now...

Beating the air back into my chest, I prepare myself to go downstairs.

~~~~~~~

(JIMIN'S POV)

"And how many guests have conformed to come?" I ask.

"72 in total sir. We're still waiting for 3 more people to give us a response." The party organiser replys.

"And everything else is going according to Diana's plan? The food? Music? Decorations?"

"Yes, sir. Except..."

"Except?"

"Mrs Diana, told me to not call her parents since she wanted you to invite them yourself..."

"You still haven't called them?" I frown. "I already told you that I am not going to do it."

"Yes but your wife INSISTS-"

"And she can keep on insisting... Look I am the one paying for this thing, so just do what I say."

"About that Sir... You're not."

"Excuse me?"

"The money is coming from your wife's account..."

"We have a shared account." I frown.

"Actually... She's paying for this from her private account." He says, handing me a bill of the event.

She has a private account?

I dart my eyes to the floor, furious.

"I'll go tell Mrs Diana that you don't want to do it, if you want me to."

.......

I sigh.

"No it's fine, I'll call them up."

The organiser gives me a nod of approval and moves to sort out the rest of the event.

Also, has she been going around telling everyone that we're married? Jesus.

I take my phone out of my pocket and scroll down to her dad's contacts.

Just call him and get it over with.

(MAYA'S P.O.V)

Wow there's a lot of people here...

I step into the crowd; dodging a pair of workers dragging a chocolate fountain past me and heading for the kitchen.

Just HOW big is this party?

The kitchen turns out to be even busier than the front room.

Bustling with chefs and servants, it looks like something you see in a high-end restaurant rather than one from a house.

Then again, they are probably millionaires.

In the middle of all the harmonious chaos, I spot Martha looking more dazed than me.

"Hey Martha- Hey!" I call out for her.

"Oh THERE you are!" She exclaims, diving past a trolly of sushi to get to me.

"Are you okay? What's happening here?" I question, amused that Martha isn't head-over-heals about her new company.

"God, DON'T get me started!" She starts...

Another trolly, this time filled with cutlery, skims past Martha; nearly knocking her over.

"HEY, WATCH IT" She shouts. "Look, let's get some privacy first, then I'll tell you what's happening."

I follow her lead as she heads for the door on the far side of the room.

I've never noticed that being there before?

She closes it behind her and for the time being, we get some peace and quiet.

"Why didn't we just go outside?" I ask.

"Oh there's more of them out there too... This is basically the only place where they can't get it!" She laughs.

I look around the empty room, covered in cobwebs and thick layers of dust, it doesn't look too special to me.

"Why can't they get in?" I question.

Martha gives me a smirk and taps her foot on the floorboards.

"Underneath this is a part of the celler..." She whispers.

The celler?

"So?"

"SO..." She explains. "This is the one place where Jimin doesn't allow anyone to enter."

Oh God, not another torture chamber...

"Why? What's down there?" I gulp.

Martha pauses for a second, a thought passing inside of her.

"Meh" She shrugs. "Probably something valuable. Ya'know if I didn't get paid so much, I would've took off with it the first chance I got."

"Un-ha" I smirk.

"BUT as I was saying... Those idiots out there are messing up my whole kitchen and I AM the one that's gonna have to clean up after them..." Martha continues, sighing in intervals.

I nod half-heartedly in agreement but my attention is directed towards the floor below me.

Has he killed people down there?

Martha notices my gaze and tries to get my attention again.

"Hey, don't you get too caught up in what I said. I am sure he isn't THAT stupid just to leave his valuables around like that." Martha points.

I smile thoughtfully.

How valuable is a dead body?

"Look, I don't know either what exactly this whole event is for but just follow my lead and you'll be fine... Okay?" Martha says, placing one arm on my shoulder.

I smile again. This time I mean it.

Martha unlocks the door and steps out, beckoning me with her head to do the same.

I hope this day goes well...

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