Quillaq x Yamilla x Y/N: The Maid And The Alpha

Yamilla POV (Who Says by Selena Gomez songfic)

A/N: sorry for the shitty song but this is a shitty story so also yes this did happen before the last two chapters but im too tired to care.

xoxo

daddy quillaqs jingle hoes 😘

I passed my silver, pearl, marble, and rare horsehair brush through my flowing raven hair excitedly. As the pale cream horsehairs worked a shine into my bouncing ebony locks, my excitement was dimmed by the sight of my reflection in the mirror, or rather, my hair. I had always wanted blonde hair. My plain black was so ugly and average; it made me look like a witch. I brightened. But Daddy Quillaq loved it. He thought dark hair was sexy. Everything would be alright as long as he loved me. And, my children's new babysitter was arriving today, and any minute now!

Who says you're not star potential

As much as I loved my little honeymunchkin booboo bears, they sometimes got in the way of my busy life as a stay-at-home model, the career that Daddy Quillaq picked for me. He said that women shouldn't need to make money, but if I had to I should be a model. All the money I made went to his account anyway; I wouldn't want to upset my darling step-bro.

Who says you're not presidential

Besides taking the burden of being a mother off my shoulders, the maid could be my new friend! We didn't have many maids since Daddy Quillaq didn't want my mind being corrected by outside influences, the same reason I wasn't allowed to have friends, or go outside. Quillaq knew best, though. And I was sure that me and the maid would get along wonderfully. My diamond encrusted IPhone 53867892 buzzed on my vanity. It was Daddy Quillaq. I put him on speaker. "Hello Daddy! What do you need?" I asked, putting down my brush and starting on my makeup.

"Hi snookums. The new maid has arrived," I jumped and squealed quietly, "she's changing into her uniform. Her name is Y/N if you have to refer to her." I nodded excitedly, my raven curls shining in the warm golden light of my vintage $200,000,0000 lamp.

Who says you can't be in movies

Listen to me, listen to me

"Alright, thank you Daddy! I'll go introduce myself." I waited for him to hang up (he hated it when I hung up on him) and ran down our whirling marble staircase to the foyer. It was 3:20, I was almost late for my Botox appointment. For my migraines, of course. Daddy Quillaq said I was too flawlessly beautiful for plastic surgery or any other kind of facial enhancements. The children were sitting in the kitchen just off the foyer, waiting for their new mother- I mean, maid to arrive. I flashed them a sparkling smile and beckoned them to my side, before calling, "Y/N, come down here to meet my children!" up the stairs. The name felt strange in my mouth. I wasn't sure if I was pronouncing it correctly, but the sweet tones of my ringing, bell voice would surely cover up any imperfections. The maid stumbled down the stairs, the short skirt of her maid uniform fluttering around her legs. I smiled winningly at her, and sweetly chirped

Who says you don't pass the test

Who says you can't be the best

It was going to take some getting used to but I was so excited to have someone to help so I could focus on being the best step-sissy ever.