I'm Your Maid, Not Your Ladylove [Wattpad]

Zac had it all, the money, the muscles, and the devilishly handsome good looks. Girls, to him, were like the free tomato ketchup sauces from McDonalds. Easy to get, free, and after he used them, he just threw them away.
Myah on the other hand, had nothing, she was broke, no job, no life. Boys, to her, was like seeing something attractive without desiring it.
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WARNING
This story is not suitable for people below 16 (Unless your eyes lost their virginity). Anyway, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED muahahahaha
Copyright 2015 // hotguyssaywhat

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9. seven [holly shit]

I tip toed downstairs, hoping Holly wouldn't notice I was trying to sneak past her. I couldn't stand standing next to her and her expensive perfume, which smelt like Chamomile tea and peanut butter. It was weird but what did I know about fashion? She was busy texting on her oversized phone that even when I tripped on the last step of stairs,she hardly seemed to notice.

Rushing to the opposite end of the room where the kitchen was, I filled the kettle with water and proceeded to make some tea. Taking out a set of expensive china from the tall cabinet, I arranged the set professionally and served the tea. 

Zac was sitting down opposite Holly and was shaking her leg. I noticed he had a habit of that when he was getting frustrated and annoyed. I didn't dare face him, so I placed the set on the table, ignored Holly's constant yapping of her never iPhone7 and scurried away. Thank God there was another way to the bathroom I was cleaning because I really did not want to go back out there.

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Done. 9 Bathrooms all clean and washed.

I was sweating but I felt accomplished, then I reminded myself that I finished washing 9 toilets, and my self esteem dropped to the floor. Normal girls would be out shopping, buying dresses for prom that I had no money to go, let alone buy a dress.

Removing my gloves, I threw them into the pail with the rest of the cleaning equipment. Lifting up the handle, I trudged to the storage room on the other side of he mansion. 

I stepped foot on into the kitchen, and saw Zac sitting by the counter, staring at nothing with a cup of coffee in front of him. He drummed his fingers onto the table and I groaned.

As I turned to walk out, I heard him call my name.

Why was he doing this to me? I wasn't his type, at all. Guys like him don't go for girls like me. It doesn't work that way. "What?" I sighed, not even bothering to turn around and face him. He doesn't need to see me. I'm his maid for fuck's sake.

"She's isn't my girlfriend. I hope you're not mad."

"I'm not mad. She just made me realize that she deserves you more than I do." I bit my lip.

"Bu-" I cut him off, "Don't deny it, Stratton. I don't give a fuck." I said, popping the 'k'. 

I should get away as far as possible, before it's too late. God, I was so vunerable. Everything he did was for fun, just to break my heart. That was his tactic, I've seen countless movies and all the boys are the same. They make the girl fall head over heels for you, and then dump you, leave you, a pathetic mess. Nope, that is not me. That will not be me. I refuse.

I run to the storeroom, hoping my heels wouldn't make such a loud noise. As soon as I got inside, I locked the door. Slammed it shut. I am not going to look weak and puny in front of anyone. Inside, I was breaking. I can't believe I almost let this man-slut take my innocence away. What the fuck was I thinking? I could feel tears dripping down my tear-stained cheeks.

Knock. Knock. "Myah, I know you're in there let me in."

I didn't dare answer. 

"Myah. Please, I swear, just let me explain."

Nothing.

"God damn it, Myah! Please, for fucks' sake open the fucking door." Pause. "You know what? FINE. Just hear me out." I heard him sigh. "Myah. Do you know my dad? He was a fucking liar. A fucking asshole. Day after day, he came home with many women. I was about 8 back then. I used to think to myself, 'Why would he hurt my mom?'. It was because it was an arranged marraige, ok? They never loved each other. They hated each other. They would yell at each other over a simple thing. I didn't want that for myself. But parents- they just don't get it. I am engaged to Holly, I was ever since I was born. I think of myself becoming my dad, coming home, carrying two women, one in each hand, home. Day after day- every day. I don't want that Myah. And with you, it seems genuine. I'm tired, Myah. I'm tired of girls throwing themselves at me. That's not love. It's lust. Myah, please give me a chance to experience love. Please, Myah. Please."

Click. The door unlocked. Carefully, I stepped out of the storeroom. "How are you so sure that it's me?" I asked, my voice breaking. "I mean, we hardly know it other. We just met for fucks sake."

"You will know. It just, feels right." he said, a smile playing on his lips.

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