In love with a maid??

Chapter 39 Elias's P.O.V.

"Dude!" a voice calls.

I groan.

"Dude!" he repeats louder throwing what felt like a pillow at my head.

I sigh knowing I won't get any more sleep with this annoying creature in my home.

"What do you want?!" I ask.

"We need to hang out. Golf, gym for work out sessions, a party. Something man!" he shouts.

"Umm ok?" I reply sitting up rubbing my eyes.

"I've missed you man. You have abandoned me" he dramatically cries.

I give him a weirded out look.

"Ok maybe not like that, but still" he punches my arm.

I snort.

"I'm pretty sure you don't think about me when you're in my sister's room banging her" I reply.

He gives me an annoyed look.

"That's not true" he states.

I burst out into laughter.

"I doubt that Brad. I know you and Elis way too well. You guys fooled around" I inform.

"I just hope you use protection, because honestly I doubt grandma wants great-grandchildren at this 'young age' of hers, since she's always going on and....", "Ok enough!" he spits.

I let out a snort amused at how easily I got him annoyed.

"Well what about you and Analia" he throws back clearly changing the subject.

"What about me and Analia?" I question.

"You know" his lips spread into an evil grin as he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

I roll my eyes.

"She's not ready" I shrug.

"So I'm not going to force her" I add.

"Not going to force her my butt. If you don't do it, I'll gladly...", "don't you dare finish that sentence or I swear you're done breathing" I warn giving him a death glare.

"I was joking" he states.

"Besides Elis has a much better body than Analia. Even if Ana has some great legs, and a huge...", "Bradley!" I snap.

"Get out!" I order standing up.

"Dude relax" he lays on my bed.

"If you want to continue living I suggest you get out" I inform.

"Where's your humor man" he shuts his eyes.

"Nahh, but seriously we need to go out somewhere" he adds.

I run a hand through my messy hair.

"What I need to figure out is where I'm taking Analia to our first date" I confess.

"Easy" he states.

"Really, where?" I ask feeling a little hopeful.

"The bed" he grins wiggling his eyebrows.

Hope crushed, which is what always happens when Bradley's mouth opens and all that comes out is pure crap.

"That's like the perfect...owe!" he whines.

I slap him harder with the pillow in my hand.

"Owe!" he whines louder trying to grab the pillow away from me.

I slap him with more force enjoying his painful whines.

"You're...going...to kill...me!" he says as I hold the pillow into his face a little bit to long.