In love with a maid??

Chapter 1 Elias's P.O.V.

"Mr. Richardson your breakfast awaits downstairs". A voice announces gently, causing my slumber to cease.

I allow a sigh to escape my lips as I pass a few fingers through my dark brown hair.

"What time is it?" I ask opening my eyes to find Martha:one of the maids staring at me.

Once she noticed I was looking back at her with a puzzled expression she clears her throat.

"8:55 I believe so sir." She replied in an uncomfortable tone placing a few towels at the end of my bed.

"Another day of stupid college." I complain sitting up on my bed.

Admiring my muscles I begin to stretch forgetting Martha was still standing in my room.

I look up from my strong muscular arms to see Martha staring at my chest.

"Well?" I speak up. Yet she's still looking as if she's a lost puppy.

"Get the hell out! I have to get ready and you looking at me while getting dressing is extremely disturbing, especially with that creepy stare of yours." I finally express rudely losing my temper.

She jumps in response to my change of tone startled.

"I'm very sorry Mr. Richardson". She apologizes embarrassed.

Smoothing out her maid uniform she quickly dashes out my room.

I smirk at the thought that I was even attractive to older women.

I was just so damn handsome.

"Maids." I say to myself rolling my eyes in the process.

I quickly jump out of bed, head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick warm shower.

After that I change into my college uniform, which appeared to be way too fancy, even for a rich person.

I hated wearing over-exaggerated clothing in public,especially this dorky uniform.

Taking one last glance in the mirror to check my hair and face, I smile charmingly.

"Perfect, as always". I wink at my reflection.

Grabbing my school bag, I head downstairs for breakfast.

"Morning." I say being greeted by the presence of my grandmother and sister Elis as I join them at the breakfast table.

"Morning sweetheart." My grandmother replies, "morning" Elis says quietly, too focused looking at herself in her small mirror to make eye contact.

I swear she was worse than me.

Sure I would look at myself a few times a day, but Elis doesn't drop that damn mirror even to eat peacefully.

Rolling my eyes at her I begin to eat.

"So hows the last semester of college going?" my grandmother questions.

I smile, now's my chance!

I could finally tell her I didn't want to continue college. I was sure she would approve, I wasn't the youngest, but I was her favorite.

Which of course made it easier for things to go my way.

And if she doesn't approve then I'll just cut the last semester.

Simple as that.

"Oh, well I decided I don't want to continue college." I answer taking a sip of orange juice.