Crazy Mazy

Chapter 2

After a few hours of cleaning up the living space and the guest bathrooms, I'm finally done cleaning the tasks that Abby has given me to do. It's already 9:40 pm and I was starting to get hungry. I know I'm not allowed to mess anything up but I was curious as to what Mr. King had in his fridge. So I helped myself to his kitchen and I made sure that I touched the handle of the fridge with a cloth so there weren't any fingerprints lingering.

I opened the fridge and took a peek at what he had, but for a rich man who is barely at home, he had nothing in his fridge. I should've expected that, but I wanted to check. I closed the fridge and my stomach growled. The last time I ate was before I left to come here. And that was 8 hours ago. I only had a bowl of cereal and a banana. Something light and cheap.

I heard the main door opened and a voice that scared me a little. Mr. King was home. I quickly spun around and slipped away from the kitchen. I made myself look presentable as much as possible. I haven't looked at myself in a mirror to see if my hair was nice. Why would I want to look good? I was finally meeting the man that is going to give me my check. I need to look good for the first interaction.

I wasn't wearing a maid's outfit or anything. I was wearing something casual and comfortable; black leggings, a red tank top, and my red vans. My hair was up in a bun before but I had it down when I finished cleaning.

I walked over to the main entrance and I was greeted by a tall bulky man. He had just set down his luggage and briefcase, I couldn't see what he looked like because his back was turned towards me. As soon as he turned, I gasped a little. This man. Mr. King was handsome. There was no words to describe how handsome this man was. I'm not sure how long I have been staring at him but when I heard him speak, it caught me off guard and I snapped back into reality.

"Are you Mazy?" He spoke deeply at me. "Yes sir." I didn't know how to respond other than that. He takes a look at me carefully. I stand in front of him a bit awkward. Compared to him, I'm small. I look poor. I don't have anything on me that any guy would go crazy for. I have no money to make myself look like a model or a slut. I look like myself. Boring.

"How old are you Mazy? And how long have you've been cleaning my house?" He walks slowly towards me. "I'm 24 and I've been cleaning your house for about 6 months now." I watched at he walked closer to me. I didn't know what to do other than just stare at the man in front of me.

Mr. King pulled off his coat and folded it nicely on the entrance table that was pushed up against the wall on the left. He grabbed his checkbook and a thick black pen from the back of his pants pocket. "For 6 months, I am going to give you something I've never done before." He started to say before he wrote down on the check. I waited patiently for him to decide what amount of money he wanted to give me.

In that moment I had the chance to get a good look at him. Mr. King was the man that every women would swoon over. He wore a black suit, it was slightly dirty from however long he's been out of town for and for what he does. But he looked too damn good no matter what he was doing in that suit. He had a buzz cut around the sides and back of his head. The rest of his hair was up in a small man bun. Lucious black hair. His medium thick eyebrows creased together as he thought hard on how much money he wanted to give me. He had gray-blue eyes, one was darker than the other. Could be from the angle of the light, not entirely sure. His lips were round and full. His jawline was hard to see because of the stubble he had from either not being shaven or he preferred that way.

He turned his head slightly and I noticed a piercing being hidden on his left ear. One thick silver ear cuff with small writing embedded. It was hard to tell exactly what it said, but that piercing was something different. "Here." Mr. King snaps me back and he hands the check out to me. I take it and thank him before taking a look. My heart froze for a moment and then it fluttered.

5 million?

"Mr. King, I think you wrote the wrong number down." I looked up at him. This man. This rich man gave me 5 million dollars. "You deserve it." That's all he said. A part of me squealed inside. I have money! But a part of me didn't think I deserved it. "I don't think I can accept this sir." I was about to hand him back the check but he stopped me. "Mazy. I know everything about you. I know you are struggling. Other than Abby who has been working for me for years, you stayed here and kept the job unlike the other females that have been hired before you. You didn't give up." He took a pause before he continued.

"Besides, a women like you needs the extra money. And I would keep the check and cash it in as soon as possible if I were you. Don't want that money going into the wrong hands." He walks towards me a bit more before he leaned down to whisper, "and... just letting you know. You are the only one that I would give more money to than what I promised." With that said he turned around and grabbed his luggage and briefcase. "Come. I have something else for you." He walked past me and headed in the direction towards the kitchen.

Mr. King said what?