Maid for the Mafia Boss

Zeke stopped the car in front of the gate. He lets go of the steering wheel yet the guards didn’t open the gates.

“Zeke?” He looks down then gave me a guilty expression. I got confused.

“I’m sorry, Nassandra. Kei ordered to just drop you here. I’m sorry.” I can’t help but raise a brow upon hearing Kei’s name but I gave him a smile eventually.

“It’s okay, Zeke. I can manage to walk inside.” I got out of the car as he stared at me for a while. As I waved a hand at him, he took it as a cue to leave.

The sun had just set and it’s getting dark. I looked at the mansion that’s a bit far from where I’m standing. I sighed.

I started walking and for a minute there I thought the guards wouldn’t let me in, too.

As I arrived at the front door of the mansion, I ultimately saw a figure leaning by the wall. My emotion went blank.

“Who told you that you can leave?” I gazed upon Keiranz who’s being covered in the darkness.

“There was an emergency back home, I needed to take care of it.” He stepped into the light and I saw his eyes flaring with rage.

“And you really have to be with Zeke. Maybe you two went on a date.” I raised a brow. What is he saying?

“What if we are dating?” I tried to blurt out. He clenched his fist.

“A maid like you going on a date with Nic? Heh.” I furrowed my eyebrows in question. Is he insulting me? I had nothing to do but sigh.

“Look, Keiranz. There was really an emergency back in my home.” He smirked but his expression was frightening.

“Where’s your maître, maid?” Okay, I can’t take it any longer. I went closer to him and looked straight into his eyes. His aura stiffened.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“What is going on with you? If you didn’t just made me your maid, I wouldn’t be like this, right? You want respect?! Why don’t you think about what other people will feel because of your actions first? One minute, it’s okay for you and then after several seconds you’re already mad? What did I ever do to you?! Please, I won’t tattle. I don’t have to be your maid!” I shouted. He stopped at my sudden outburst. I directly went inside the mansion. I was about to go to the kitchen when suddenly someone pulled me and carried me like some ugly, old sack.

I rolled my eyes and didn’t bother fighting back. I’m so tired. With what happened with Brylle, then walking a long distance, my master’s attitude is what I absolutely don’t understand.

I noticed that he brought me to his room. Once again, I got to smell the stench of men from this room.

He dropped me on his bed, I looked up at him.

“You will stay in my room.” My eyebrows furrowed.

“But I have a lot of things to do.” I tried standing up but Keiranz immediately pushed me back on the bed and put his face closer to mine.

“You will not leave.” He said with emphasis. I rolled my eyes as he lets go of his hold on me. So I just sat on his bed while he studies me.

*tok tok*

We turned to the door where the knocking came from. Keiranz walked to open the door. Out there revealed Nathan’s face.

“Good evening, maître.” He bowed. As our eyes met, he seemed surprised to see me here which made his face switched to worry. I smiled at him in reassurance.

“What?” Keiranz asked, obviously annoyed.

“U-Uhmm. Do you wish to eat at the dinning room?” Nathan stuttered.

“Tsk. No, bring two meals up here.” Nathan obeyed and flashed a look at me before rushing away.

Kei and I looked at each other. I broke away and stood up to walk towards his veranda.

I leaned against the first spot I visited during my first time here.

Looking at the magnificent view of the whole field, I let the cold air flow through me.

I heard Kei letting out a sigh. He went inside the bathroom and I heard the sound of water from the shower.

Speaking of… I remembered I haven’t taken a bathe since this morning. Do I smell bad? Kei might’ve smelt my odor!

I shook my head. So what if he smells my horrible body odor? Geez.

There was a second knock at the foor so I was the one who opened it. Nathan looked surprised as he saw me again.

“N-Nassandra.” He was holding two trays on his hand. I accepted it from him to help.

“What are you doing here? Are you okay? Is Maître Andrew doing something to you?” He asked continuosly. I placed the trays on the coffee table of Kei’s room and held Nathan’s shoulders.

“I’m alright. I also have no idea as to why I’m here. But don’t worry.” I let out a smile.

“B-But,”

“I’m okay, Nathan. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you at the kitchen.” He smiled back at me.

“That’s fine.” I squeezed his shoulder lightly. As he left, I went back to the spot at the veranda.

And since I was hungry, I eat the food on one tray.

After a few minutes have passed by, I fixed the tray where I ate. That’s when Kei got out of the bathroom, only wearing shorts with a towel around his neck.

I could clearly see his perfect body. And I noticed it just now that he has a tattoo on his nape. All I saw was a tattoo of an arrow. I’m not sure if he has any more tattoos in other parts. I also noticed he has a lot of scars on his back.

He glanced at me while walking towards his walk-in closet. He also saw the clean empty tray. I thought he was about to say something so I just diverted my gaze.

As he got out from his walk-in closet, he’s already wearing a black t-shirt.

He quietly sat on the couch and ate his meal. I sighed and walked into his closet even without his permission.

I looked for his small sized clothes but since he is tall, everything seemed large for me.

I saw a brown polo shirt which was the smallest I could find in there. I also took some cycling shorts that would fit me.

I went out with the clothes I got and a towel that I also found inside.

Kei raised a brow upon seeing me and the stuff I was carrying.

“What are you going to do with my clothes?” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag. Good thing I always brought undergarments along with me. Just in case. I raised an eyebrow back at Kei.

“You won’t let me out, right? I haven’t taken a bathe yet so I’m going to borrow your clothes.” I went inside the bathroom, not bothering to check Kei’s reaction anymore.

I used the expensive shampoo and soap available at the bathroom.

So that was the scent I kept smelling in the room. I felt so happy that I’m able to try that manly scent once and for all. It smells so good!

I wore the clothes I ‘borrowed’ and even though they were the smallest ones I found, it was still big for me. Especially the polo. It’s so long that my shorts can’t be seen anymore. The polo was even hanging loose on my shoulders.

I ignored the bother and went out.

I catched Kei reading something on a piece of paper on the same spot I left him before entering the bathroom. I also noticed his tray is now empty.

He examined me from head to toe.

“Don’t you think your outfit is inappropriate?” He asked with no emotion. I waved my hands at him.

“Nahhh.” I sat back at the veranda. I just stayed there till 10:00. I turned back to Kei who’s attention was still on the piece of paper on his hand.

I glanced at the bed, intending to sleep since I’m quite sleepy myself. I was also very very tired.

I stood up and walked towards the bed and laid down. Kei slightly looked at my direction before returning his attention back to the paper.

I laid my body down sideways and as I closed my eyes, I drifted off to sleep. I felt Kei tucking a blanket on me.

*Crash* The sound of crashing suddenly made me sat up straight on the bed.

The surroundings are dark and the place seemed quiet. I glanced at Kei’s position earlier and saw he was gone.

I went to the bathroom whose door was slightly opened.

Despite the darkness, I saw a figure of a man whose hands are both on the sink with his head lowered and his eyes flaring in anger.

I noticed the broken glass in front of him and saw something red in them. He looked at me emotionless.

My face stared blankly at his hands that are dripping with blood.

“Get out of here!” He shouted. I didn’t let his rage get through me and grabbed his arm. There’s still glass pieces on his fist.

He immediately grabs my hand and pushed me against the wall and put his head near my face.

“I said—– Ow shi—-” He prevented himself from cursing as I also grabbed his right hand and it twisted it around his back.

I dragged him to his bed and pushed him to lay him down.

He tried to stand up but I stepped on his chest. He glared at me.

I grabbed his right hand and observed his fist once again. The bleeding won’t stop. I looked at him, emotionless.

“I’m fine.” He convictly stated. I tightened the grip on his hand, knowing it was actually painful for him.

“Stay.” His eyebrows furrowed at my sudden command. I went to the bathroom and got the first aid kit in there.

Kei sat down and lowered his gaze on the floor with a dark expression.

I turned on the lampshade on his bedside.

I removed the remaining glass piece on his fist and cleansed his wound. I also noticed other more scars, old and new.

Looking back at Kei, he was still looking down on the ground. I squeezed his hand gently which made him look up at me.

I continued on treating his wound. He stared at what I was doing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. I looked at him with a shocked face. Wait, is he really apologizing? Our gazes met with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry for everything, for being inconsiderable. For all the times you were irritated at me, I just don’t want to be…” He stopped in the middle of his statement and I noticed the sudden change of his expression.

“You should be treating your wounds every time you decide to break a glass or a mirror” I said as he looked up to me.

“It might get an infection.” I stated. His eyebrows creased once again.

Getting the gauze, I started to wrap it around his fist.

“You don’t have to say sorry. I can endure everything. You’re my boss, after all.” He shook his head then touched my cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I promise, I never treated you as my maid.” I raised a brow to cover up a smile.

“Oh really?” I saw his face saddened which made me smile for real. I stood up since I’m done treating his wound.

“But it’s alright, at least you realized what you did, I’m already fine with that. I’m sorry, too. For being bossy, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll stop being bossy.” He smiled. A genuine one.

“I can’t promise that I’ll stop being bossy, as well.” I rolled my eyes at him.

What a coincidence. Two male in my life just became victims of a broken glass piece today…