Page 24 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)
Eva
As I clambered my way to the spiraled stairs, I settled into one of the rooms. It was not difficult—clean and organized their belongings and have their personal rooms dusted.
While Mr. Rivers’ room and closet needed no cleaning, Mrs. Rivers, on the other hand, was in a slight mess.
I scooped them up in my arms and set the laundry, being taught by one of the neighbors on how to use the laundry and dryer machine, and folded them, color-coordinated and tucked into the drawers as her shoes tucked on the shelves in the walk-in closet.
After several hours on cleaning their room, bathroom and closet, I headed over to Bjorn’s door, twisting the doorknob, the motion was stiff, which meant it was locked. I tried knocking on the door, but no answer came, so I went over to Adrian’s room at the end of the hall.
As I entered, his room was dark and messy, all cluttered and cloistered in litter and small chunks on his desk, as the clothes dumped on the floor, not knowing whether this is intentional or whatnot.
Lord, give me strength , I prayed before started my duties.
The first task was easy; I cleaned his collections on the shelf, one with the Iron Throne, and anime figurines and cases of his favorite video games, dusted away with a cloth and a spray.
One hour later, before the sundown, I finished organizing and vacuuming his room, and sorting his clothes, categorizing them in his closet, and scrubbing the stains on the mirror and the glass door for the shower, I slumped down on a bed, I exhaled; my limbs were in complete exhaustion, hoping I get a huge reward in return as my cleaning supplies were neatly tucked in.
But—
Across the room, one of the drawers by the work desk was sticking out.
I went over to shut it, but paused in my track, spotting several possessions inside.
My hand itched to unseal behind it. I took a quick peak, hoping Adrian wasn’t behind me.
The coast was clear and I opened it, and taking out his pastel green folder, and opened it, revealing several poems he wrote, written in cursive.
My sweet angel,
Why you must lay in the dark,
I will shelter and bask you with light and air.
I gulped, and read the words, but then skimmed it over to the next paper.
With your shining veil and your necklace alight on your chest,
You are divine.
With your gentle hands and a gentle voice,
You are divine.
Then I took the third paper out.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
The most beautiful color is the eyes of green.
Green is my favorite color of all.
Within a shaky breath, my heart thundered at the last sentence. When I reached to the last page, the paper contained a drawn portrait…of me.
At once, I shoved the papers back in the folder and closed the top drawer, sighing in relief.
When I turned around, Adrian was standing behind me.
I nearly shouted, and held my screams as I stumbled back, and he captured my waist, pulling me upwards and closer to his.
“Sir, I was cleaning your drawers,” I explained, stepping backwards.
His pitched-black eyes watched me, glinting, leaning back as he took a good look on me, and eyeing me from head to toe, then back to my face.
“I could see that,” he said, almost amused, fingers lacing to my waist, lingering. “I never thought coming here to clean my room with your holy presence would be worth it.”
I watched him watched me back. In his towel wrapped his hips, freshly soaked from a clean shower.
How long has he been watching me?
“Thank you for taking care of my room,” he purred, lacing my waist it almost tickled me.
I nodded, calming my heart beat. “May I go now?”
“You may,” he said, releasing me, hesitating at first.
A breath released from my trembling lips.
Once I left, my hands were shaken, gathering my cleaning supplies. I hope Adrian didn’t tell this to Mrs. Rivers about me snooping.
Forgive me, Lord , I said in my silent prayers, praying that trouble doesn’t come to me this time.