A maid and two brats

12

My job was pretty simple.

Wake up early every day and clean Damien's room. Wake him up for school. Take his laundry out. Make sure his room was well always in great shape and make sure he had everything he needed at his beck and call. It was like taking care of a toddler. 

To be honest it was more preferable to my job at the ice cream shop where I literally had to kiss every customer's bottom and I would not mind taking this job one bit if it were anyone else on this planet except Damien f*****g Mcarthy.

He gave me what I would like to call an assholish grin as I excused myself from the table after receiving all the instructions to begin working the next morning.

I considered making a beeline for the front door as I made my way up the stairs, but where would I go really? I could find a place to crash for the next few days, but after that, I would be back to the same spot again. Homeless and broke with no help in sight.

I could decide to ditch my pathetic life here along with my dreams and take the trip to Maine to start a new life with my aunt. Maybe I could grow up to be a nice Diary farmer with two adorable kids and a loving husband. That was the simple kind of life everyone dreamed of.

Only. I did not want simple.

I had gone through too damn much in life to turn my back on my dreams, not now and not ever. If it would take working as Damiens private maid for a few years, enduring the humiliation I knew would come to me every day from either him or his father, I would do it. With a smile on my face, because for me, too much was at stake.

Thankfully, I was getting great compensation for even living under the same roof as Damien.

I was going to be admitted as a student at Rock High Academy. One of the most prestigious high schools here in New York. That was one large step in the right direction, an opportunity I was not going to waste.

"Wait up," an annoying voice called from behind me a few steps away from my bedroom. I could see the door in sight, maybe if I made a run for it now, I would get there soon enough and end whatever episode was about to ensue with Damien before it began.

Thanks to my short legs though, he rounded me before I made two steps forward. "I'm not only stronger, but I'm also faster." he gave a wink that made me cringe, "A hint for the next time you want to run away from me."

"Have you really not ruined my day enough Damien?" I questioned with a frown.

"Let me think about that," he stroked his well-chiseled chin, pretending to consider his answer, then he spoke again. "Not nearly enough."

"What do you want now?" I snapped.

" Nothing," he leaned on the wall, blocking me from moving further. "just thought I would do a little 'in your face-victory dance."

"How does one person get to be so shameless?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Say something?" he frowned, "because I'm sure you know I'm now your boss and I very well can decide your fate in this house."

"How could I forget," I said with a toothed smile. "What can I do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically.

"Nothing much." he shoved his hand in his pocket and took out a bar of chocolate. I raised a brow when he stretched it out to me. "You barely ate anything at dinner, I guess the news did come as a shock although I did warn you, I always get what I want." Asshole. "anyways, this is for you, you need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry." even if I were, the last person I would accept a treat from was Damien.

"We have a little misunderstanding here," he growled, pushing the bar of brown chocolate closer to me. "It was not a request. Take the chocolate and eat it. Now."

With an annoyed huff, I grabbed it from him. "Happy now?" I did not bother to tell him dark chocolate disgusted me.

"Only a little, but it's fine." he gave me a look from my hair to my toes. "No wonder you're so goddamn skinny. You never eat."

"That is my problem, not yours!" I snapped.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." he pushed himself off the wall and straightened. I felt like no more than a toddler standing next to him.

"Can I go to bed now your royal highness?" I bit back, doing a mocking curtsey and taking the chance to roll my eyes.

"I like that title, but I think I prefer young master, that's what the other maids call me," he smirked.

"You want me to call you Young Mater?" my eyes widened at his audacity.

"Feel free darling."

"Hmm, how do I say this nicely" I plastered a fake smile on my face, "not on your life."

I was expecting anything but the rumble of laughter that bounced off the walls of the hallway from him. Okay, this asshole of a dude had a handsome face, a hot as hell body, and the most perfect teeth ever, and to top it off his laugh annoying as it was strangely made my belly flutter. If only he was not a damn asshole. Why were all handsome boys jerks? At least all the ones I had met were. "I cannot wait to start working with you tomorrow. It sure would be fun as hell."

"Speak for yourself," I shot back, not holding back my eye roll this time.

"Who do you think I was speaking for?" he chuckled and of course ruffed my hair. It took me so long to comb it perfectly, why was his hand always magnetic to my hair?! "Goodnight ugly..." he paused and thought for a second, "you know up close you're not so ugly anymore, so we'll change your nickname to skinny."

"How comforting." I actually had a damn name. Deb-f*****g-rah. Debrah. Not hard to pronounce. Rolls off the tongue easily. Easy for everyone including a toddler to remember, except for the four jerks that had been sent into my life to punish me for mistakes I had not even figured yet.

"Goodnight skinny." he shoved his hand in his pocket and walked past me downstairs. Any chance this would be the last time I had to see him? My terrible luck was having none of that though.

I exhaled, pushing some hair off my face. How long exactly did I have to endure this again? Ah! At least two years.

Yay!

His footsteps stopped somewhere down the hallway, followed by a yell, "also if you don't take the chocolate I will find out, so don't dare me." then more footsteps, and finally peace after he banged his door shut.

My door shut closed next and I made sure to lock it, just in case the psycho decided it would be a great idea to wake me at midnight for one reason or the other.

With a sigh, I sank into the bed, spreading my arms and legs apart. The school brochure ruffled underneath me and I moved over to pick it up. I flipped through it carefully, gasping at the photo of the school on the first two pages.

It was humongous. A good contrast to the school I had always known. I swallowed hard as I wondered what life in this new school would be like.

Would I be intimidated and harassed every day like I was at my old school? That was my greatest fear, and the answer was quite apparent in the fact that it was the same school Damien and Zac and Josh and Aaron attended every day.

Well, I could kiss my hopes off not being harassed goodbye.

My disappointment was short-lived though as I saw the list of after-school activities I could engage in to boost my excellence at school. I salivated at the thought of joining one of the many clubs laid out. God this was going to be so exciting.

I pushed myself off the bed and walked to the closet to pick out my new uniform. I took out the crisp white button-down shirt first. It had the initials RHA on the breast pocket. Then there was a deep blue sweater vest, a striped tie of the same color. I gasped as I saw the length of the plaid skirt.

It looked like only half of the fabric was used to make the skirt that only barely crossed my thighs. If I dared to lean down, it would be a catastrophe. And then there was the fact that the skirt was a tad too big. It had to be adjusted in a few places like the waist and maybe a little fabric could be added to the length.

Everything else was perfect. The knee-high socks were adorable and I even got a new bag back. I squealed happily as I looked at the girl in the mirror. I would have easily passed off for a celebrity teen student going to high school. Wishful thinking.

Maybe living here was not going to be all bad.