Chapter 8

About an hour earlier, the maids assigned to attend on Rebecca prepared her a warm bath. They accommodated Rebecca well enough, which made her feel weird because she hadn't been handled like this before.

"Miss, do you like milk or rose oil?" One of the maids approached Rebecca, holding two bottles of bath essence.

Rebecca was unsure which one to choose because she never had such a lavish bath before.

"Which one is preferable?" She inquired.

"Milk will give your skin a youthful glow, while rose oil will relieve your anxiety, stress, depression, and discomfort," the maid said immediately.

Rebecca was so impressed with the benefits of rose oil that she picked it instead. She hoped that the oil in her bath would wash away all of the agonies and worry she had accumulated over the day.

"Excuse me, but I can take care of myself from here," she said as the maids surrounded her and attempted to remove her clothing. "I can bathe by myself. Thank you," she added nicely.

She wasn't used to being so lavishly pampered. This type of bath was completely unfamiliar to her. She had spent so much of her life in slumps that she was only used to taking cold baths along the riverbanks and even shared those moments with the locals.

"Miss, the towels and clothes are on the table. If you need anything else, we'll be outside waiting," the maid said before leaving Rebecca.

As soon as the maids left the bathroom. Rebecca soon undressed herself. She was embarrassed to discover a stain of her juices on the tongue of her skin-toned hipster.

She washed and hung it on the steel rod adjacent to the tub. She then tested the water with her fingers before she slipped her feet into the warm bath. Rebecca swooned as she settled her whole body into an oval ceramic bathtub filled with warm water and rose oil essence.

It was exactly as the maid had described it to her. Rebecca felt compelled to sleep while taking a bath because the fragrance of the rose oil was so engulfing. She wondered if this was something that all the wealthy people did all the time, which is why they always looked so good. And now that she was experiencing what she had subsequently only seen in movies, she couldn't help but savor the moment.

Rebecca's senses were awakened by three knocks, and she felt inclined to get up and go to the door.

"I apologize for interrupting your bath, but the head butler came in to check on you."

Rebecca was completely baffled. She wondered who this head butler was who wanted to check her out. Then she just decided to settle, thinking that maybe the butler is an important part of the household, which is why he came to her.

"I'll be done in a minute," Rebecca assured the maid.

"There's no need to rush or miss. Please take your time. The head butler just came by to see what you were doing," the maid replied.

"I see, thank you," Rebecca just told the maid back before she closed the bathroom door again.

Rebecca returned to the tub shortly after the maid had left. She took one more moment to enjoy the bath before deciding to exit the tub. The bath was so overwhelming to her that she almost didn't want to get out of it. She knew, however, that if she took too long, the maids would eventually decide to barge in and see what was taking her so long to finish. Rebecca didn't want anyone to see her naked, so she quickly cleansed herself.

'That's correct. I don't want them to see me naked, but I was too hasty to undress in front of that man' Rebecca thought. She submerged half of her face in the water, which certainly calmed her nerves.

Rebecca's hands glided across her breast, and the simple touch hardened her nipples. She was so sensitive that she couldn't stop herself from exploring down between her thighs.

She let out a low moan as her thin fingers stroked her femineity's inner lips. Rebecca kept touching herself because the pleasure fired up her inner goddess. Rebecca covered her mouth with her free hand as she continued to fondle herself down below, she felt afraid that anyone from the outside might hear her.

Her dirty act resulted in a splash of water from the tub that echoed around the four corners of the bathroom. The bathroom was so fairly large and made of porcelain textiles that the sounds truly bounced back and forth. Rebecca, on the other hand, was unbothered by the sounds.

Rebecca abruptly slowed down as she couldn't help but recall the sight of Hades from earlier when he was aching in his restraint. Rebecca was prepared for Hades if he ever tried to ruin her back then, but she soon found that the man was so refined and that his self-control was so powerful that she couldn't simply get through it no matter how many times he tried to seduce him.

She can't get Hades' bulge out of her head, nor the pleasure it gave her when it nudged against her clit. She remembered feeling all damp down below, but Hades refused to touch her, and she was upset.

The mere thought of that caused her to rub her genitalia even faster, which caused more splashes of water to fall to the floor.

Rebecca felt embarrassed as she touched herself. She can't believe she surrendered to lust for a man who can't even look at her in the same manner. She paused as she panted for air just as she was about to reach the height of her deed. She doesn't want to continue having fun like this way.

What on earth was I thinking? She pondered.

Rebecca moved her finger away from her cunt.

She can't believe her actions were fuelled by her desire for a man she hardly knew. For her, that man's presence was so attractive that she was enchanted by his overall appeal.

And then she realized she didn't even know his name and yet she had been infatuated by him. Rebecca shook her head, hoping to clear her mind off the dirty thought. She immediately finished her bath and dried off.

Rebecca was taken aback when she noticed a royal blue long-sleeved satin chemise. Of course, she can't possibly sleep in her wet clothing.

What concerned her was why they would provide her sleepwear when the man who brought her in did not even indicate allowing her to sleep in his place? Besides, Rebecca is still insistent about not staying too long. She remembered that she needed to get away from the group of men who were after her.

Rebecca's belly grumbled as she gazed at the lavish supper that was placed before her. It reminded her that she hadn't eaten since noon. Rebecca dived in with newfound zeal into the dish in front of her. She drank greedily as the maids looked at her coldly and with distaste.

"You might choke, Miss," one of the maids reminded her.

Rebecca came to a halt in her eating after she wiped the smudge of chicken sauce from the corner of her lips. "I'm sorry, I haven't eaten anything yet today," she said before she started to go slowly this time.

"We'll leave you alone now, miss. If there's anything you need, you can use the line from the bedside," the maid said as she motioned the others to move outside with her.

Rebecca ate to her heart's content after they left, and she didn't even notice the door was open. She licked the sauce from her fingers as she ate the last bite of chicken. And when she looked towards the door, she was taken aback to see Hades standing there, looking intently at her.