A maid and two brats

13

I was up early the next morning and after fixing bed and brushing my teeth, I made my way to Damien's room in my PJ's. I was not to start school this week so I still had a few days to get used to living here.

"Enter," a groggy, sleep-filled voice answered after I stood there at his toom door, knocking for minutes.

I twisted the knob and pushed the door open, then took my time to adjust to the sight of the room. Like my room, it was large, well furnished, along with countless gadgets. The main color that stood out in the room was red. The bed comforter was red, the heavy curtains were red, the expensive-looking rug was red. He had a large workspace which was not really a workspace, but a place to keep more Apple gadgets than I had ever seen, all that was left was to start up his own mini apple store.

Damien was still sprawled on the bed, a soft snore wheezed through him with every rise and fall of his chest and I smirked as an idea of how to begin his day popped through my brain. He was not the only one that could be an ass.

I walked to the heavy curtains, well aware of the way they blocked the rays of the sun from filtering into the room. Who did not love a good dose of morning sun in their face to wake them up? I held the curtains wide open, chuckling as he winced, followed by a yell.

"Who the hell is that so early this morning?" he cried, taking a pillow to block out the sunlight flooding in his face. He opened his eyes, frowning as he saw my face, "gosh you're so pesty, why are you here so early?"

"Normal people are awake by 8 o'clock Damien," I kept a false sweetness in my tone. I needed it to put up with him this morning.

"God what planet do you even come from," he threw the pillow at me angrily, and I shifted swiftly, barely escaping the hit. Jerk all around.

"I need to get working, I have too much to do today." I picked the pillow off the ground and threw it back in the bed, resisting the urge to throw it back at him with more force.

"We need to establish some rules here," he barked, "never, ever wake me so early ever again."

"And if I do?" I shot back with a coy smile.

"You would see a side of me that you would only hate."

I did not bother to tell him that I hated all sides of him. "whatever."

"And where's my breakfast?" he questioned, looking around the room.

"Somewhere in the kitchen, why am I supposed to know?" I raised a brow.

"God you're even worse than the others," he raked his hand through his hair smoothly, "first you wake me up so damn early, next you come in here and you don't have my breakfast."

"I didn't know I was supposed to come in here with it." Ignoring the look on his face, I started fixing the messy table.

"Well you are, so go get it now," he ordered.

"What happened to your legs?"

His thick brows knit together, "nothing."

"Then go get it yourself."

"What did you say?" he looked pissed, but I could not care less.

I planted my hands on my hips and turned to face him. "Damien, I said walk down to the kitchen and get yourself your own breakfast."

"You really do want to be fired."

"If it will keep me from ever seeing you again, yes." sadly I knew I would not be granted that wish so easily.

With a sigh, he took yet another phone that lay next to him on the bed. It was the latest brand from Apple, like the one Zac had given me. "Bring breakfast to my room." he barked to whoever was on the phone, and tossed the phone on the bed. "why is everyone so annoying this morning? Also, what are you wearing skinny?"

I tugged the hem of my PJ shirt. It was big and comfy and had butterfly imprints all over it. "This? Clothes, Pajamas, precisely, otherwise known as, sleeping clothes or PJ's." I turned back to my work, mumbling under my breath, "I knew you needed glasses."

"You are meant to wear a proper outfit." he reprimanded. 

"Your parents never told me that, so if you want someone with the proper outfit, there are plenty of others downstairs." To my surprise, he only snorted at that. "Why do you have so many gadgets?" I asked as I fixed the table.

"I could give you one if you want," he gave a charming smile that made me roll my eyes.

"I never said I wanted one, I just feel it's pointless to own so many gadgets. I'd rather own a library of books."

"I knew you were a nerd too." he grinned, "there's a library downstairs, I could show you if you want."

I worked to hold back my excitement, at the mention of the library. "I'm smart, I'm not a nerd, either way, I'll pass." I would much rather find my way around myself. 

"Suit yourself." he pushed himself off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it over my head.

"What the...?" I spun on my heels, pushing the thin fabric off my head meaning to yell at him, but the words could not make it past my lips at the sight of his shirtless body.

Damn!

It defied logical balance that he had a face like Zac Effron, a body like one of the Hemsworth brothers, and he was rich too. That was highly unfair. His tattoos stood out better and I found that I really did not hate them as much as I did when they were covered. Sadly he was not only a jerk but a f**k boy in and out.

"Seen something you like?" he smirked and wiggled his brows.

"You're disgusting," I threw the shirt back at him and he caught it smoothly.

"How can you hate this?" he waved his hand over his body, "I knew you were from another planet."

I did not bother to grace his words with a reply, instead, I turned back to my work, willing my mind to neither look back to take a peek at his perfect body again nor keep memories of the few seconds that had latched on to my brain.

"I'm going to take a shower. I will kill you if you break any of my things, and make sure you're done cleaning my room when I finish," he ordered.

"Of course, any other thing you need me o do your royal highness?" I asked mockingly.

He made a "hmm," sound before adding, "Take out my uniform too, lay it on the bed, and maybe you can polish my shoes too." then he walked into the bathroom without so much as a please or thank you.

***

After going through the torture of being in the same room as Damien, I finally got my much-needed freedom and peace of mind as he climbed in his car and zoomed off to school. I knew this afternoon was going to be much worse because the other jerks were coming over after school.

"Make sure my room and game room are in a good shape before I get back. And make sure there are enough snacks and refreshments, my friends are coming over," he said throwing his bag over his shoulder casually. I simply nodded as he walked through the front door, but he took a step back a moment later. "I forgot to do something important," he dug his hand in my hair and ruffled it around, laughing loudly as I glared at him before he got into his car and left.

I walked back to my room, took a cold shower, threw on some clothes, and made my way back downstairs for breakfast. Thankfully, Mr. David was not in sight, I could not handle another...jerk...this morning. I would quickly have breakfast and then go over and see Dalia in her office, avoiding as much drama as I possibly could for the morning.

"Hello," one of the maids said as I walked into the kitchen, scaring me so hard I jumped back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Georgia. You must be the new maid."

"I am," I said catching my breath. "It's okay, I'm a little jumpy anyways," I moved to sit at the counter. I returned her infectious smile taking note of her features. She was about my age or at least a year older, tanned skin, brown hair pinned in a messy bun, and half covered in a scarf. To my surprise, her makeup was thoroughly done, and like me, she did not have a maid outfit on.

"Can I help you with anything here?"

"Nah," she waved it off with her hands. "I'm done making breakfast for this morning. Would you like some cheese pie?"

I was starving: "Yes please," she turned around with glee and got to work to serve me breakfast, which was weird since I was used to serving others. "so do you work here?"

"My mom does, she's on her vacation so I'm covering for her." she smiled. "I hear you get to work for the young master as his personal maid."

I worked to hold back an eye roll, cringing at the title. "I do..."

"Wow," she said, "how lucky," her eyes glinted as she smiled sheepishly like I had just told her I won a million dollars.

I was no stranger to girls fawning over Damien, but I was a little surprised to see her do the same. She really looked like she had a brain. Better not to say that out loud though.

"Of course," I said drily, "I mean, I'm in such an enviable position,"

"I have a feeling you do not like the young master very much," she sounded shocked at the fact like it was such a mortal sin.

"I don't see much to like about Damien," I said in a flat tone. I did not bother to hide my amusement at the stern surprise written on her face. "don't be so surprised," some people actually have brains.

"I'm sorry," she gave a tight smile, "I'm just so surprised you get to call him by his name," she said dreamily.

"It is his name after all," I decided to change the topic as she dropped the pie in front of me. "You made this?" she bobbed her head up and down finally giving a real smile. "It looks de-li-ci-ous."

"Thanks," she said urging me to take a bite. I did, moaning at the taste in my mouth.

"This is so good."

"'You think so?" she looked happy at my unofficial review,

"hmm-hmm," I said with a mouth full.

"I do hope to be a chef someday," she informed me with a different glint in her eyes. One much more preferable, pride for her dreams.

"You are well on your way. And you have great make-up skills too." I waged the fork around her face.

"I'm glad you think so," she suddenly looked disappointed, "I just wish the person I did it all for would even throw a glance my way."

"Who is that?"

"The young master."

Oh, come on!