A baby for the billionaire brothers

Chapter 5

"You mean I have to go to one of the brothers' rooms?" Annabel asked, a bit skeptical.

"That's exactly what I mean," Mrs. Jones declared with a warm smile on her face.

The thought of Annabel entering one of the brothers' rooms made her nervous as adrenaline rushed through her veins.

"Do I have to go in there? Maybe you should assign something else to me," Annabel nervously suggested.

"Do you have a problem with cleaning the master room?" Mrs. Jones questioned her suspiciously.

"No, I don't have a problem with it. It's just that I don't want to make any mistakes while cleaning the room," Annabel quickly replied to divert Mrs. Jones's suspicious gaze.

"In that case, you aren't fit to work here," Mrs. Jones declared, causing Annabel's eyes to widen. But she quickly regained her composure.

"I am very capable and fit to work here," Annabel assured her with pleading evident in her tone.

"Then do as I say," Mrs. Jones ordered. Annabel nodded, not wanting to create any more chaos.

"You'll have to be fast because I don't want him to see you in his room," Mrs. Jones added before walking away.

Upon reaching the room, Annabel politely knocked to see if anyone was inside, but she didn't receive any response. She then remembered that he wouldn't be home and she had to clean quickly before he returned.

She took a deep breath and finally opened the room door. She gasped immediately when she saw his room. It was spotless, all white, and the bed was big enough to contain a whole football team. As she moved closer, she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw his dressing room—it felt like she was in a clothing store.

"These people are so filthy rich; this room must be in another dimension," she blurted out loud, amazed by the room's decor.

The room looked so pristine and clean that Annabel wondered what exactly she needed to clean since the place was already spotless.

After fifteen minutes, Annabel grew tired and decided to take a rest by sitting on the couch. As she sat there, her eyes fell upon a beautiful robe. She couldn't help but wonder how it would look on her.

She stared at the robe for a moment, unable to resist its allure. Standing up from the couch, she decided to try it on. She put it on and loved the way it looked on her, with a big smile on her face as she stood in front of the huge mirror in the room.

"What the hell are you doing?!" a voice questioned angrily from behind.

Annabel's heart skipped a beat when she heard the voice. Slowly turning to look, she saw the room's owner standing in front of her. He looked really angry, with his messy hair partially covering his face and a visible expression of disgust.

"I... am... so... sorry," Annabel stammered as she tried to take off the robe.

"Who gave you the right to come into my room and wear my robe?" he coldly asked.

Annabel took off the robe, keeping her gaze down, too scared to look him in the eye.

"I made a mistake. I promise it won't happen again," she assured him.

"You can keep the robe. I can't wear it anymore, knowing that your filthy body has worn it," he coldly remarked.

Annabel bit her lips to prevent tears from rolling down her eyes. She kept her gaze down, standing still with fear.

"What's the matter, Andrew?" the owner of the feet asked, as another person entered the room.

"It's nothing, Albert. Just some low life thinking she can have her way in my room," Andrew rudely remarked.

"You're the new house help, right?" Albert asked, earning a nod from Annabel, who was too scared to look up. "Aww, she looks so scared," Albert added, feeling a bit sympathetic towards Annabel.

"Well, she should be scared. Next time, she'll think twice before coming in here," Andrew coldly stated.

"I think you should calm down a little bit. She's new here," Albert calmly told him. "Why are you here?" Albert questioned Annabel.

"I came here to clean. I don't know what I was thinking when I put on his robe," Annabel mentally reprimanded her actions.

"You should have known better than to put on someone else's clothes," he reprimanded her.

"I promise it won't happen again," she immediately assured Albert, on the verge of crying.

"It won't have to repeat itself because you're fired!" Andrew announced. Annabel looked up with widened eyes and immediately fell to his feet.

"Please don't fire me. I promise I won't make that mistake again," she pleaded with Andrew, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Let go of me!" he yelled, but she didn't budge as she held onto his leg.

"You can't just fire her like that," Albert told him.

"I don't want her here. Her presence irritates me," Andrew disgustingly replied.

"I think that's enough now!" Albert snapped, feeling annoyed. "The poor girl is crying, and you still want to fire her," Albert frantically scoffed.

"She isn't the first one I got rid of. Why are you defending her?" Andrew curiously questioned his brother.

"She's new and needs time to adjust. Firing her is a bit too extreme," Albert stated.

"I promise I won't make the same mistake again," Annabel assured them.

"Get out of my sight!" Andrew yelled, but she didn't leave.

"You need to go now," Albert told her, and she immediately stood up and left in tears.

Albert closed the door as soon as Annabel left and turned to look at Andrew.

"What?" Andrew frowned.

"What the f**k is your problem? Are you really going to pour out your frustrations on her?" Albert declared.

"f**k! I hate this!" Andrew yelled, smashing his lamp against the wall.

"You need to get hold of yourself. Losing a contract isn't the end of the world," Albert tried to calm him down.

"You know how hard it was for me, right? I did everything, and I still lost to him," Andrew's eyes were filled with rage as Albert stared at him.

"It's not just about losing that contract. I always lose when it comes to him. First, it was high school, and now our profession too!" he continued before throwing another lamp against the wall.

"Enough. You can't change anything by smashing these beautiful lamps on the wall," Albert told him.

"It helps me relieve some stress," Andrew calmly responded. He went on to sit on the bed, his eyes landing on his robe on the floor. "I guess I was a little bit hard on her," he sighed, ruffling his messy hair.

"You were mean to her, and you also got her fired," Albert reminded him of what had transpired between them.

"Well, she can have her job back. I mean, it was Mom who hired her in the first place," Andrew blurted out.

"I should go tell her she isn't fired and that you didn't mean it," Albert excitedly uttered as he was about to leave. However, Andrew's words made him halt in his tracks.

"Wait, why would you do that? Don't tell me you want to have fun with this one too?" Andrew scoffed, giving him a suspicious look.

"Of course not, why would you even say that?" Albert defended himself, feeling a bit hurt by Andrew's assumption.

"You don't have to tell her anything, bro. The head housekeeper will do that," Andrew sheepishly grinned.

"Don't give me that look. I have a fiancée, remember?" Albert reminded him.

"You didn't think about that after messing around with the other housekeeper," Andrew pointed out, chuckling slightly.

"I'm not the one with the fiancée," Albert retorted with a frown.

"This is what I get for being the older brother," Albert sighed before leaving.

"It wasn't a choice!" Andrew yelled out, but Albert was already gone.