With the very few experiences I've had in life, I've always learnt to judge a book by its cover. If a building looks humongous and expensive, the owners will definitely be snobbish. That's just the way life is. It's just common knowledge.
Well that was what I expected before I started work a week ago, imagine my shock when I realized this particular family were far from snobbish. They were almost normal, like the average loving family you'll find in your neighborhood. Well, except for how ridiculously wealthy they are.
I was stupefied the first time Mr. George greeted me. He even asked about my night. My brain short-circuited after that. But.. but he looked so mean and domineering. How he was so sweet was beyond me. And his wife, Maive, as she asked to be called, She's such a sweetheart. I honestly thought I was dreaming with the way everything was so nice and easy.
I was so nervous on my first day that I stood outside the door for almost ten minutes before I gathered enough courage to knock. Even after I had gotten in, I was still filled with nerves, my hands kept shaking. I think they noticed because they decided to give me space so I can work. Never had I appreciated anyone as much as I did them that day.
And the work, the work was surprisingly so easy for the pay. Or maybe I was just really fast. I hoped I was doing a good job though. Well, there hadn't been any complaint from anyone so I guess i did.
Mr Chetachi was also really nice and goofy to be around. He had only been present one time while I was cleaning his room. He asked few questions about me and even joked a little bit about his posters of basketballers. I didn't even feel uncomfortable a bit when he was there, and the room was hardly dirty so the work was really easy, just like the rest rooms.
The only problem was that there was one room left that I had never been in. Well you guessed right. Mr Ciaran's room. For the one week I'd been I'd been working here, I was yet to see him or inside his room. Nothing. It was as if he didn't exist because his pictures were not even hung in the living room wall, and every other person, even the ones that were no more are on the wall but him. What's his deal anyway.
I didn't even know why I was bothered about it. I should even be happy about it since it's less work for me, but my nosey self would never let it be. I sighed. This is really ruining my I don't give a fuck persona.
I was already done with the bedrooms, including the guest rooms. No, I have no idea why the guest rooms had to be cleaned everyday even though no one was using it. Stupid rich people. Anyways, since I was done with the rooms, I began cleaning the path that led to the stair case. Not that it was even dirty, but what do I know.
"Mr Ciaran requires your service in his room"
I jumped so hard I almost slipped as I heard a voice behind me. Jesus Christ. I placed a hand on my chest to steady my heartbeat. What the hell is wrong with this man, how did he even get so close without me knowing?
I turned to him to glare at him but the brute was already leaving.
Oh shit, he said Mr Ciaran asked for me!
"Oh shit" I muttered, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Well, he couldn't be bad to work with, that I'm sure of since every other member of his family is fucking rainbows and sunshine. I took a deep breath in and breathed out trying to ease the tension from my body. It's just another George.
I gathered my cleaning equipment and hurried towards the direction of his room. When I got to the door, I placed my equipment down and knocked lightly, because you know, first impression matters.
I heard nothing so I knocked again, a little louder this time. Fuck first impressions, I don't have all day.
The sound of keys jingling and the clicking of the lock alerted me that he heard the knock and he was opening the door. Why was he locking the door with a key when he was indoor? Not my business.
The door flung open and I was met with....nothing? Where the hell was he?
I quickly grabbed my equipment and walked into the room shutting the door behind me.
The nervousness was quite gone, now I'm just filled with curiosity. Where the hell is the oldest son of the Abaeze's family?
I turned around to look at my surroundings. There wasn't much to look at. There was nothing personal. Not even a portrait or a flower vase.
Nothing at all.
"you aren't here to look at my things, you're here to work." A deep husky voice said behind me. Arrrgh! I jumped again. What the fuck? What's the jump scare today. I clutched at my chest feeling my heart beating rapidly.
The possibility of me surviving this day alive was getting slim real fast. What's with this people and silent walking.
I turned around to glare at him, I didn't even care right there if he was the prince of the fucking world. I was so ups.....set?..
Why was I upset? Nah, it's not possible to be upset at such exquisite sight before me.
Fucking fuck. The man was gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous.
How a man could pull of looking like his mom but still look so masculine and scary was beyond me. How is he even so tall, I wondered. He looked to be almost six four if I'm correct.
And his eyes.. I gasped the moment I saw. So green, scary green. How was it even possible to have this shade of green eye-
"you're not here to stare at me either." He snapped, looking like he wanted to Punch something. Hopefully not me.
His expression was seriously harsh. Why did he look so angry? I couldn't be the cause. So I ignored the anger.
My eyes dropped to his lips. His full perfect lips that where almost set in a little pout. Jesus Christ. This man was singlehandedly every of my wet dream. With his perfect body, not too slim, not too muscular. Just perfect.
And his skin. Fuck me. His skin was exactly the same complexion as his mother. So pretty and fair, as if he'd never walked in the sun. I guess not.
He's rich, wealthy. He didn't need to walk in the sun.
"Um, what are you doing?" he asked tentatively. The anger seemed to have reduced a little. He scratched his black silky hair, looking a little confused.
"Looking at you." I shuffled on my feet a little bit. "you can't blame me though. This is the first time I'm seeing someone so fucking handsome my brain short-circuited." I explained. "there's no one at home right now."
He looked even more confused at the last part so I tapped the side of my head.
"Oh." He mumbled. He was still feeling angry, I could see it from the way his brows were still furrowed. But it seems my actions were more confusing.
"okay I'm done." I said. I was not done. I can never be done with the sight before me. But I had to stop on my own free will because I was certain he'd through me out and I'd never see the inner walls of his room again if he were to snap out of this state before me.
He arched a perfect brow. "are you sure?"
"totally." I muttered, already feeling embarrassed for ogling him like that. Even shushing him! What was wrong with me? "oh, and I'm sorry for swearing. You know, my brain fried." I explained lamely.
He shrugged. "just don't do it again." He said after a while of observing me.
"which part? The Staring or the swearing?"
"both. Try not to do both. It's rude."
I made an unintelligible sound at the back of my throat. That's just something I'd never stop doing. I just hoped it doesn't cost me my job. That would not be nice at all.