New chapter {BWWM}

Chapter four

Noëlle~

"Fuck, fuck!"

06:31 am

I'm so fuckedd, I'm late for his espresso. Maybe he woke up late too.

I jumped out of my bed and quickly ran to the kitchen to make his espresso. I have never even made espresso in my entire life or just coffee in general.

When I finished making the espresso, it was already 6:42. I hope he accepts it and doesn't cut my paycheck off.

I entered the office and as soon as turned around I received a glare from Mr. Frank.

"Good morning-" I tried to be friendly. "Miss Jones is everything to you a joke?!" He said with a stern look. "No sir" I looked down out of embarrassment. "As I said, if I get my coffee late, I'll be cutting some money from your paycheck. I just nodded.

"So, Star will be going to her mom today and I want you to help her get ready before the chauffeur come and get her. I also will be having an important dinner, so you'll be making the dinner for 7 people." again I just nodded.

I bid my farewells and left to wake little Star up.

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"Star, wake up hun. You'll go to your mom today." She kept stirring around. "Star, sweetie? I'll be singing with you later." "Really?!" She said with one eye open. I chuckled a little. "Yeah really. Let's go now." She immediately jumped out of her bed.

I helped her with brushing her teeth, and bathing and made her some breakfast. "So? Noëlli? Do you have children?" I looked at her "No hun, I can't have children." "Aww that's sad, daddy will give you some of his."

What does she mean by that? Just then Mr. Frank entered the kitchen "Goodbye, my little Star." She kissed her forehead. "Bye daddy" 

"I'm done, Noëlla. Let's go play outside?" "Uhmm honey maybe later?" How do you tell a child you can't play with her because her dad forbade m?

"Oh, okay. I'll get meow meow then" she looked so sad. This is truly a prison.

I just decided to take my mind off this situation when the ring went off. "Star I think your mom's chauffeur arrived?"

She came gliding down the stairs with poor meow meow in her arms. "Be careful-" She opened the door.

"Bernard!" "Star!"

Star jumped on the driver. Poor meow has been left on the ground. The look on her face was so adorable like she was relieved for some reason.

I would too if I had a dad like Mr. Frank.

"Wait, I'll be back." She jumped out of the arms of the driver. And went to get her teddy with big steps on the stairs.

"Hi, I'm Bernard." I turned my attention to the man before me. "Hi, I'm Noëlle." He smiled, and if I tell you he had the prettiest smile, he had the prettiest smile.

"Like as in Christmas?" He questioned. "Yeah, It means Christmas. Just spelled differently." Welp, I always get this question asked. My mom named me 'Christmas' because it was her favorite holiday.

Staying with family, laughing, late dinner, opening presents everything you want. But after my dad left we struggled so we couldn't celebrate Christmas like we used to.

And I can't even remember how my last Christmas was, that's why my goal is to make my mom happy and thank her for everything. She could've left us but she didn't.

Anyways back to the driver.

"It suits you, you give some bright energy off." How do you respond to that? "Thanks?" I said unsure. He pulled some from his back pocket.

"Can I have your number?" Should I give it to him? I mean what can I lose? "Yea, sure" I took his phone and typed my number. "You're hot-"

"Noëlli, I can't find Mr teddy." Star looked like was about to cry. I quickly ran to her. "We'll find it."

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"Found it!" Bernard yelled. Damn after an hour and a half. "I think you should go, honey. Your mom is waiting for you. Let's go."

I guided them to the front door and waved when Star left. Bernard opened the door for her and helped her sit in the back. After he was done he waved at me (obviously I waved back duh) and entered his car fast, before driving off.

I heard someone clearing their throat.

"Miss Jones, you can't date as a maid" "That's unfair, I can't do anything. I can't play with your daughter, I can't sleep out, I can't date! Like what-!"

"Don't raise your voice at me, Miss Jones, we are classy in this house not from 'ghetto-ish'. If you can't be that you may. Otherwise, you should start cooking."

He left. What a fucking racist jerk.

I just went to the kitchen and started making dinner.

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After 6 fucking hours, I'm FINALLY done.

I sighed, I looked exhausted.

I made a lot.

*ding dong*

"Miss Jones, can you get it?" I have to do everything here...What did I expect I'm the maid. I facepalmed myself.

I just went to the door and opened it.

"Wtf are you doing here?"

I wanted to end it with a cliffhanger for once lol. Hope you liked it, love you<333 
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BTW I won't be posting this Friday, because I'm working and don't have that much time.