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.
This story is not suitable for people below 16 (Unless your eyes lost their virginity). Anyway, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED muahahahaha
Copyright 2015 // hotguyssaywhat


3. three [i want you all to myself]

chapter three: i want you all to myself

dedicated to: T.M.I._Fandom_Is_My_Fav

"No," I lamely said, trying to make my voice more frightening than my puny frame. Should I be afraid? All I wanted was quiet, to lay in my bathtub, and floating around me sweet-smelling rose petals. But instead, here I was, in front of a Greek God, trying to not to make myself seem weak. Somehow, I was failing miserably and I didn't even notice it.

My breath knotted tightly within me, as his mouth opened, I didn't want to hear anything he said. "Myah?" a familiar voice resounded through the air, in that instant I thanked the Lords. "Excuse me," I bowed my head as I walked past him, the annoying sound of my work shoes made the tension more awkward.

I awkwardly walked towards the corridor, my hands fisted along the way, as I felt his eyes on me. As soon as I was out of his sight, a wave of relief washed me. "Myah, flirting with your employer's son is strictly prohibited," she said sternly. I stared at her lipstick which was badly put on, as it was out of her lip line. All I dared to do was nod. I didn't even bother to tell that Zac was the one who started everything, as in her eyes, Zac was an angel.

"Myah, you had one job to do this morning, which was to make Brody breakfast. However, it is already 7.45 and he needs to go to school. Since this your first time, you are excused, please do not repeat this mistake. Are we clear?"


"Good. now according to your timetable, you have to clean Zac's room. Please go." she ordered, frustrated at me. I rolled my eyes once I knew she couldn't see me, as I disappeared at a corner. Hoping my memory wouldn't fail me, I finally came across Zac's room. I was sure it was his because his scent was all over the room. 

I didn't want to go in, as his room was like a crime scene. His bed was unmade, photo frames knocked over and clothes lying on the floor. The only thing that forced me to go was how strong his scent was, I loved it. I walked to the middle of the room to collect the clothes. Whether it was clean or not made my question if any of his things were clean enough to touch. I brought up his clothes to my nose, sniffing it and his scent overwhelmed it. If I steal this would he notice?

"You never answered my question" a not-so-familiar voice spoke and I froze. I didn't dare to turn around, for I was certain he would force an answer out of me, one that I didn't want to answer. "I never agreed to," I blurted. I quickly, lowered my arm, but my hands were still gripping onto his sweatshirt. "By the way, were you smelling my clothes?"

"I was checking to see if they were clean," only my head turned around halfway. "Yeah right. Whatever. You can keep if you want."

"I don't want it." Lie.

"Suit yourself," he strut into the room. He tossed himself onto the bed, which I was sure to cost more than my entire apartment. I really wanted to sleep on it. Not in that way, dirty minded freaks. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore his presence, which was disturbing but somehow comforting. Bending down, picked up more of his clothes. I saw some feminine clothes on the floor as well. Assuming it was Lydia's, I threw them in the trashcan across the room.

"Why'd you do that for?" he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice. "What'll you do with women's clothing?" I faced him, asking with my voice laced with sarcasm. Smirking, I bent down again, and this time, he commented, "You have a nice ass."

"And you have a Bieber-sized ego, are we even?" I retorted. That was good. "Why don't you like me?" he popped a question. "Why would I like you?" 

"Because no girl that has met me ever disliked me."

"Wow, I'm the first one? That's surprising."

"You don't dislike me, you don't know me."

"I know enough."

"Yeah? What do you know?"

"That you're a man-slut, you get anything you want, you're spoilt. Never had a real relationship, just daily hook-ups with girls you don't even know. If I'm wrong, I'll quit my job." I smirked knowingly. He didn't answer, but just stared at the ceiling. "That's what I thought."

"Then I'll change. I'll make you like me."

"Ha! Good luck with that." I scoffed, placing his photo frame back nicely, revealing a picture of him and a girl. She had brown hair, unlike mine, which was raven black. she had striking green eyes, like Zac himself. Mine was boring and brown. She looked like a model, something I could definitely not compete with.

Zac's POV

She rambled about what she knew about me and smirked, as if she knew everything. But this time, she was right. And I didn't dare admit it. "That's what I thought"

"Then I'll change, I'll make you like me" I said. placing my arms behind my head. I was wondering if she thought it would be that easy, but truth be told, it was harder than scoring an A in Math. Much harder. But I'll do whatever to get this girl to like me. Something about this girl made me feel like I was better than just regular hook-ups.

 "Ha! Good luck with that."

I saw her eye my photo in the photo frame. She was probably comparing herself to her. "That was my ex." I gulped. "You weren't 100% right." Myah bit her lip and straightened her back. 

"Her name was Hannah. She was everything. I loved her,"

"What happened?" she asked so softly, a fly could hear.

"She cheated. I comepletely wrote her off. Then she..'' I said, biting back my tears. I stared at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry,"

Myah's POV

I didn't know there was a reason why he didn't date anyone. He didn't want to hurt anyone, I assumed. My heart softened a little. That was too sweet.  Without thinking, I blurted, "OK. One date." and that was all it took for his frown to turn into a smile that streched across his face. He looked like he had won all the competitions in the world.

Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?




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