A Maid For The Billionaire Twins

Drunk

Nadia Brandon

I glance at the wall clock for the umpteenth time, and I can't help but groan in frustration. For heaven's sake, it's already 10pm and I'm feeling so sleepy. I was supposed to have been sleeping by now, but here I am waiting up for that annoying jerk to come home when I'm not babysitting them. I wouldn't mind if it were to be only Trevor, but Travis? I'm worried sick about him.

I sigh frustratingly as I glance at the wall clock again, and yawn sleepily as I ruffle my hair. I'm going to lose my mind. How could they still be outside at this time of the night? I would've gone to sleep already, but I know that's the risk I would never want to take. I just pray they come back early, so I can finally get some sleep.

My eyelids become heavy, and slowly, they close by themselves as I rest my head on the couch, drifting away to dreamland. I have no idea how many minutes or hours I'd spent sleeping, but the sound of the car honking from outside jolts me out of my deep slumber, and I force my eyes open, rubbing them.

I yawn tiredly, stretching my hands above my head tiredly. Standing up to my feet, I drag myself sluggishly to the window to check if they are the ones that drove in, but my eyes quickly clear as an empty space welcomes me. What's going on?

About to go check through the door, it suddenly bursts open, and the two walk in, with Trevor looking drunk, and Travis helping him walk. What the heck!

"Follow me," Travis says to me in between groans, as he walks his brother to the stairs before climbing them forcefully. That must be a whole lot of work for him to carry that drunk jerk home. I know I'm in for some s**t right now. Is this how he goes around drinking himself into stupor?

Dragging my feet to the staircase, I trail behind him until he walks into the room. He drops Trevor on the bed like a log of wood, trying to catch his breath. The dude must really be heavy.

"Take care of him," He says tiredly before dragging his feet to the door, and in the next seconds, he walked out of the room.

I scoff unbelievably, as I stare at the closed door for a few minutes, before finally averting my gaze to Trevor, who's laying on his bed, looking all messed up, and even snoring. Wow, this is crazy.

I stare down at him, as I wonder how on earth I'm to take care of him. After a few minutes of standing confusingly, I finally take his leg one after the other, removing the shoes, and once I am done, I throw them across the room angrily.

"Urgh!" I groan angrily, as I glare down at him before carefully unhooking his belt, after which I get rid of his trouser while making sure to keep my gaze away from down there.

After I'm done removing all his clothes, I turn to go drop them in the bathroom, but he suddenly springs up to his feet and throws up on my body. Gosh! What the heck is this, please?

I can't believe that I'm now babysitting an adult. I huff angrily after I clean him up and tuck him back into the bed. I storm into the bathroom and dump the messed up clothes in the laundry machine. Staring down at my body disgustingly, I can't help but feel horrible. How dare he throw up on me, huh? He's so annoying.

Walking back into the room, I tuck him properly on the bed again, leaving his room afterward, not after covering him up with the duvet. I don't have the energy to drag him inside the bathroom to have his bath, and even if I do have that energy, you aren't expecting to bathe him, are you? He'll do that tomorrow when he wakes up.

Stepping out of his room, I walk into my room and hurry into the bathroom immediately. I need to clean this disgusting mess on my body. I smell so awful. Ewww!

Stepping inside the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and soak myself under the shower, while scrubbing my skin really hard with a sponge. After spending what seems like forever under the shower, I finally turn it off when I'm satisfied that my skin is clean. I grab my towel and wear it around my chest.

Walking back into my room, I almost cringe as I glance at the wall clock. It's almost midnight, and here I am, not sleeping yet. It was all his fault. Can my days ever get any better here? I've spent barely twenty-four hours here, and I feel like being in hell. I wonder what the rest of my days here will feel like. I'm just going to wake up one day and find myself in heaven. That is after I'm dead.

I plunge myself onto the bed as soon as I walk inside, not even bothering to wear my robe. I'm just so damn tired and sleepy to do that, so I'll just sleep like that. Besides, nobody is going to barge into my room.

My eyelids become heavy, as nature calls out for me. Who am I not to give in?

I have no idea how many minutes or hours I'd been asleep, but the sound of the door bursting open, jolting me out of my deep slumber, and forcing my eyes open, a blurry image of someone welcomes me from sleep.

"What do you want?" I yawn sleepily as I close my eyes, and adjust myself on the bed.

"Will you come on get out of that bed, you fool!" The angry voice echo in the room, snapping me out of my sleep. Snapping my eyes open, the angry-looking Trevor welcomes me. Don't start asking how I know it's him since they're identical. Unlike Trevor, Travis is this calm young man that would never do something like this. I have spent just a day with them, but I can tell some of their reactions.

'Wait! Why's he here in the middle of the night?' I ask myself as I tilt my head to check out the time, but I gasp sharply. What! It's 8am already? I'm so done for.

"Goo...good morning, sir." I spring up to my feet and bow quickly, but almost scream as my towel falls freely from my chest, leaving me stark naked in front of him. What!...