Maid For Him

Bad Romance Pt.1

A:N: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN A WHOLE LOT OF FLASHBACKS AND BACK-STORIES, SO ENJOY !

Syd'nee's POV

The wind had caused difficulty in my current task as I clutched the freshly printed ticket within my dainty digits as if it was the last thing I'd ever get to hold.

"Syd'nee, wait," my tattered flats instantly stalled against the pitch black airstrip as I heard Dorcie's voice call out from over the roar of the private jet: I was soon to board. I heaved a sigh before turning my back to face her as I used both hands to keep my curly mane down and out of eyesight, the heavy winds of the engines roared profoundly.

"Huh?!" I grimaced whilst speed walking back over to her, quickly shoving the ticket into the back pocket of my maid's uniform, which I had decided to exchange in return for all the beautiful dresses, skirts, designer heels and cosmetic brands Dorcie had burnt-out on me. Well, not all of it. I bit my lip in cognition, still remembering the racy lingerie set I had decided to keep out of all the midst. I couldn't keep her things, no matter how bad I wanted to. My conscience would never allow it.

Damn me and my good nature.

I had demanded Dorcie to print two non-stop plane tickets straight to London, England- one for me to use now, and one for Sasha after Dorcie had personally given it to her. She was dumbfounded at first of course, and a tad bit negligent- but it was about time Dorcie revealed herself to the people of Accra to set things straight; but most importantly to her children-- it was about damn time.

I felt slightly bad for leaving Ghana without Sasha, but I needed to go on my own to see Cleo. All my life I'd lived as a slave; before I was taken to the palace to work for King A'yo, my mama and I  had to wake up before the crack of dawn to catch the 4AM bus to Accra, where we'd both countlessly fall asleep on one another's shoulders as it would make it's way past our stop to 'Mima's Dressmaking Boutique', the place we'd both work to put food on the table. The boutique was one of the best in Accra, and plenty of Nollywood stars frequently flew over just to get a custom made fabric, or a hand sewn dress. Mima, the boutique owner had King A'yo as a franchise partner because it was in such successful business, and A'yo being the attention-craving, money dazed King that he was, decided to take over the boutique under his name.  Mima had decided to gather females in dire need of work- myself and my mother included, and place the whole bunch of us in the cellar of the boutique, where we would work for just a couple Ghanaian cedi a day.

It wasn't much, but for a whole weeks savings Mama and I could always put our change together to buy a loaf of bread from the bakery just down the road.  I still remembered the day when A'yo walked into the boutique, gold encrusted cane clutched tightly between his dark fingers as he walked with a superior like lean, a smirk on his sinister features as he proposed an offer to my mother that would ruin mine, but save her life.

'I would like to offer you a deal, Ms. Diallo...' I still remember the first time his eyes roamed my frail seventeen year old figure as he took me in, still speaking to my mother about taking me back to the palace with him to work. He had promised her that I'd be in safe, reliable and gentle care, but I could see through his bag of lies, just as I can now. I knew that man was never to be trusted. The only man I could ever  trust and depend on died, and left me taking a piece of my soul with him in the process.

Papa.

"Syd'nee! Did you hear a single word I just said?!" I swallowed thickly before blinking twice, quickly snapping out of my current phantasm. I swiftly remembered where I was, what I was about to do, and where I was about to go. My chocolate orbs glazed over whilst turning my head from a silent and worried looking Dorcie, shaking my head slowly.

"N-no, sorry repeat?" My voice resounded over the uproars of the jets engines whilst inclining my head closer to Dorice to hear her response.

"I said, have a safe flight And... and, thank-you." She lowered her head slightly, and I suddenly felt like the elder one in this situation, as if I was scolding a child that had just been caught. I tilted my head.

"Thank-you for what?" What could I have possibly done for Dorcie?

"Thank you for listening to me, and placing my head back onto my shoulders," She grew teary eyed once again. "I needed that, and as soon as you take off, I'm driving straight to the Accra Palace. It's time I reunited with my daughters. They need their mother." She nodded whilst speaking, as if it was more herself that she was attempting to convince more than me.

Good.  I smiled, before bringing my dainty hand to give her shoulder a compassionate squeeze as if saying 'It's about time.'

And with that, I backed away from Dorcie and her brand name vehicle, shoving my curly mane behind my ears as I spun from her to proceed down the tarmac where her private jet awaited it's passenger. I swallowed thickly while fiddling with the pads of my fingertips gazing up a the beautifully white spray painted jet with the pink diamond encrusted initials 'D.F'  printed right beneath the second window, where I'd be seated.

"Miss. Diallo?" My head snapped up to meet the gaze of a tall man, with the same complexion as my very beloved own. He worse a full stewardess suit of black and navy blue and by his right pectoral muscle wore a brass name tag with the word 'Yeo' written in italics.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered and mentally kicked myself in the ass for that. Out of all the times to be nervous, Syd'nee. He smiled charmingly, his arm stretching out for me to take, and I gently felt my cheeks heating up to an uncomfortable temperature.

"London awaits, Miss.Diallo." I nodded comprehensively, dumbfounded as he assisted me up the small level of steps and into the jet.

"Thank Yo.....holy shit..." My voice trailed off into a minuscule whisper whilst widening my brown orbs to an extent. Dorcie sure knew how to spend her money. The jet was as indulgent and luxurious as it could get; small yes, but gorgeous. I heard Yeo chuckle from behind me as he proceeded to show me to my seat. "Nice, ain't it?" I could only nod. I gradually lowered myself into the seat, guilt washing over me as I imagined how filthy the interior would be from my maid's uniform.

"I'll be right back with some refreshments." Yeo squeezed my shoulder with a smile as he ambled past me and out of sight. I drew out a long sigh whilst furrowing my brow. Refreshments already? We haven't even taken off yet. My orbs flickered to the built in telephone situated right beside me, and for a split second I contemplated ringing the Palace to let A'yo know I'd never be working for him ever again; I wanted to rub it in his face. I contemplated calling Mama and letting her know that her daughter was finally going to make life better for us by leaving all the poverty and devastation. Once I'd gotten myself acquainted in the palace with Cleo and Sasha, the next step was to get Mama and my siblings to Europe. I smiled at the mere thought of all of us; Me, Cleo, Sasha, my family and his, overjoyed and rejoicing. I couldn't wait to see him.

Next Stop: London, England.

A:N - WE'VE ADDED A PICTURE (AT THE TOP IF YOU'RE READING FROM THE WEB) (AT THE SIDE IF YOURE READING FROM MOBILE) OF DORCIE'S FANCY JET.