CHAPTER EIGHT | COFFEE DISASTER
AMANDA WRIGHT
"You are my maid now. You can stay in the guest room, we'll discuss your payment tomorrow morning. I have coffee first thing in the morning and my breakfast must be ready before I leave for work. The house must always be sparkling clean with everything dusted, mopped or washed. You have the weekend off. You will accompany me whenever I need to travel and stay for a long time. Don't come into my room no matter what happens. Goodluck."
I am left standing there, my mouth wide open due to the shock of the turn of events. Who would have thought that a billionaire heiress would turn into a maid in two days.
Talk about falling from grace to grass.
The pride I thought I flushed down the toilet turned out to be like one of those hard poops that always refuses to flush and floats in the toilet. I run after Tim and follow him into his room. "I am not going to be your maid, Tim. I am Amanda Wright not a fucking nobody. I won't do it, I'm too classy and good for that."
"You were Amanda Wright. Your parents have disowned you. Now, you're just Amanda nobody who needs a job and out of my kindness and respect for your parents, I have you s job. Why don't you stop being a naughty and ungrateful brat and thank me for my good act. You already broke one of my rules by coming into my room, I'll let you go just this once. Get out!"
Like I am a robot being ordered by her master, I slowly walk out of his room on autopilot. Goodness, what the fuck have I turned into?
I haven't even worked as a maid for a day and he is already trying to control me like I'm some sort of slave. I won't allow that.
I raise my hand to bang the door of his bedroom till he opens up but once again, my brain kicks against the idea. I am reminded that I have no hope but him and once he doesn't help me, I will be officially done for.
With the help of my common sense, I am forcefully able to flush my remaining pride down the toilet. I will be the biggest liar on earth if I say it was easy to flush my pride down but desperation made me do it.
I stand in the front of my new boss's room for a few minutes before I go to the guest room I slept in the night before. I don't bother to stay up and think of anything cause I know that wouldn't end well. I just jump on the bed and fall into a deep slumber.
I am sleeping peacefully when I feel cold water hit me harder than a truck driving fast colliding with another truck. My first thought is that Tim has taken me to the ocean to drown me. I should have known he was up to something.
Maybe this is his sick way of getting back at me for initially rejecting me. I should have known that he was up to something. Damn it!
With an overexaggerated gasp, I sit up faster than lighting.
"Fuck!" I exclaim and scramble out of bed.
Luckily for me, I wasn't thrown into the ocean like I feared.
With furious eyes, I search for the victim of the calamity that is about to befall someone's child. My angry eyes lands on a smug looking Tim, holding an empty bucket of water.
I don't wait to reconsider my life choices before lunging at him and strangling him…well, trying to strangle him. My plans for him are thrown into the mud by the fact that he is much taller than me.
The only way I can hurt him is to kick his balls, so I do. He grunts and falls to the ground in pain.
"What the fuck is your problem." He manages to tell in-between groans of pain.
I scoff, folding my hands over my chest and placing my full weight on my leg. "What the fuck is my problem? Really? I should be asking you the same fucking question. Who the fuck pours cold water on a sleeping queen who is not a morning person."
I thought I was angry until I looked at the bedside clock and saw the time. I went ballistic. "4am? 4 fucking am. Who the fuck does that at this time of the night. And don't you dare try to correct me by saying that we are already in the early hours of the day, I will legit stab you with my fingernails. You are a fucking sadist. You know what? There are five ways I'll love to kill you right now and I'll like you to choose the one that you think you'd rather go through. I will drown you at the pool that I'm sure you have in this mansion. I'll bathe you till your skin peels off, or I'll make sure you drink water to your death. Choose the way you'll like me to kill you."
I knew reading, "How to get away with murder" would come in handy one day.
Tim, who has gotten over the pain from me kicking his balls, glares at me so well that if I am not so angry, a hole would be in my forehead right now. "It seems to me that you have forgotten that I am your boss."
Suddenly, it's as if ice cold water is poured on my boiling head because my anger evaporates immediately when the words come out. I can almost feel, see, and hear the smell of the smoke of my quenched anger leaving me.
"I guess you don't need the job."
I rush to his side and try to caress the place I hurt to make him feel better. I try to place my hands on him but he quickly shifts back. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Trying to make you feel better."
I blush furiously as the gravity of my action and naughtiness in my choice of words hits me.
He scoffs in disbelief and moves farther away from me. "Physically molesting me wasn't enough for you so now you are trying to take advantage of me sexually, right?"
Oh heavens, please kindly let the ground open up and swallow me. I can't bear this shame anymore, it would end me.
"I wasn't trying to sexually abuse you, I just thought rubbing it would make you feel better." I murmur.
Kill me! Kill me right now! I can't live after this shame and embarrassment. Just kill me now please!
"Are you a fucking pervert? Is that why you were dumped at the altar?" He asks.
My embarrassment turns into sadness before transforming into angry shame which makes me aggressive. "What the fuck do you want?"
The force of my voice makes him recoil and stand straight. "Didn't I tell you my breakfast must be ready before I leave for work? Didn't I tell you I drink coffee first thing in the morning? I've been ready to go to work for almost an hour now and none of those things are ready. I haven't even had my daily dose of caffeine to keep me going for the rest of the day. And then here you were, sleeping like a log of wood. I won't be paying you to act like a spoiled princess and sleep all day while your duties are left unattended to. If you can't do the job, quit so that I'll find someone who would willingly do it."
I don't reply, I just walk straight out of the guest room and to the kitchen to make time for my new boss's coffee. Everything he said is true, I have to work hard to earn my pay.
There is just one problem though, I don't know how to make coffee. Shit! I also can't cook, or clean, or weep, I can't do any fucking thing. He is going to fire me.
Luckily for me, there is something called the internet so I don't hesitate to use it to learn how to make coffee. I follow the instructions and take this coffee to him in a mug.