Only His Maid {z.m.||au}

Ch. 2

                 

Tuck your shirt, fix your skirt, and smile.

This simple sentence had now become a small song in my head. I had tucked my shirt into my black skirt, which was ironed to the point that there was still heat radiating off the fabric, and phony smile plastered on my face. I had to do this. After all, almost losing your job and infuriating your boss on the first meet forces you to change your whole demeanor.

I knocked on his door for the third time. I stood back, expecting to see Mr. Malik's brother, but you know what they expect the unexpected.

There stood Mr. Malik. Black pants with a belt, bare feet, and struggling to put on a grey buttoned up shirt. "Morning Sir," I said.

He rolled his eyes and moved away from the door, leaving it open. I took it as an unexcited welcome and trudged in. The house was same as yesterday, except when I followed him into the kitchen. Seems as if the man barley knew how one worked. There was milk splattered on the counter and bits of cereal on the floor. Also, dirty dishes piled high from last night and this morning in the sink.

"Made bit of a mess," he stated, while buttoning up his shirt. I nodded, deciding to hold back my tongue. "But at least it gives you something to do," he finished with a sly smirk.

Twat

I looked over at him and saw that Malik was struggling with his tie. "Need help?" I asked, positive that he probably wouldn't have taken my help. Yet again, he surprised me.

Zayn let his hands fall to his side and let his tie rest upon his neck, while staring at me. I walked closer to him, soon stopped once I was directly in front of him. My hands began to glide over the expensive clothing and started to fold one side over the other. "Don't wear ties much?" I asked him.

"No, usually never do. I've got a meeting today and have to look extra formal," he spoke. I noticed how his eyes were directly staring at me, sometimes moving down to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

I nodded when hearing his response. "All done," I told him, backing away once there was a neatly tied tie resting around his neck. Zayn nodded, gliding his hand over the smooth fabric before grabbing his coat as well brief case.

"I'm leaving, but will be back later. Till then my brother or my girlfriend will be over, so please treat them with respect," he almost snarled.

I nodded, a little embarrassed due to the fact that I was so rude to his brother yesterday. "Will do," I mumbled.

Zayn gave me a rigid nod and made his way out of the kitchen. I let out a sigh, truly annoyed with the clutter he purposely left behind. Due to the need of wanting to go home on time I quickly started cleaning without one break in the last four hours.

"How much of a mess can one man create," I mumbled once again as I pick up his discarded clothes in the master bedroom I believe.

~*~

Once, the house was clean from top and bottom, I slowly made my way into the kitchen again to pick up my belongings and leave. While, I gathered my purse a soft, yet cold voice called behind me.  

"Who are you?" soft, yet chilling voice called.

I turned around to be faced by beautiful woman. She had long, brown hair and hollow cheeks. She was taller than me by a few inches. Her eyes icy blue as well, nothing about her seemed friendly.

"Just the maid, Miss," I quickly spoke.

"Are you sure?" she asked with an arched eyebrow and her hands placed on her hips.

I furrowed my eyebrows together and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure".

She scoffed at my response, "You're too pretty to be a maid," she stated.

I gave her a puzzled look. What the hell was I suppose to say that? "It's a just a part time job for Uni, miss," I told her, hoping that she would nod her head and let me leave.

Before she could say anything else, Kayden emerged from the hallway and was making his way into the kitchen. I stared at him as he placed his keys inside his pocket.

"So have you ever tried to seduce your male employers?" the same terrible woman, whom I was starting to believe, was Mr. Malik's girlfriend. It made sense for someone like him to pick an utterly obnoxious woman.

Kayden stopped mid step as he entered the kitchen and placed his gaze on me as well as the other woman in the room. His eyes widened at her accusation, then looked at me once more in anticipation to what I had to say in response.

Which one is more important your pride or you job 

"My job," I mumbled under my breath. I knew I couldn't say anything too sarcastic or rude to this woman. She obviously has some type of power to decide whether I kept my job or shift my belongings on to the street, where I would live and beg for loose change.

"No, Miss. I just do my job, which is to clean, and then leave," I told her in a calm voice, hoping that my answer would satisfy her.

Good job, Anayah

I was truly proud of myself at the fact that I didn't let my anger get the better of me and indeed stayed respect, even level headed. 

"Jessica, please don't bother her. Why don't you go wait for my brother like the trained dog you are," Kayden said with a tired tone.

Jessica obviously didn't like his remark, however all she could say to him was, "Of course you defend her. You're just like your conceited brother," she cried walking past me, flinging her arms back and forth.

I watched her leave the kitchen and move further into the house. I stared at Kayden for a few minutes with wide eyes.

"She's a character," Kayden replied, as his gaze fell on me again.

"Yes, but she's also a woman, not a dog," I told him with a stolid face. I turned my back towards him and began placing my jacket on my small frame.

"You're defending her after she insulted you like that?" he asked slightly appalled.

I gave him a small smile, "Yes because as a woman, I'm not going to tear another one down. She obviously has some trust issues. I don't know if they're towards your brother or you, but calling her a dog was unnecessary," I told him.  

"Well, I'm not the reason for her trust issues. My brother is," Kayden spoke after me. "She's his girlfriend. My job was just to pick her up and bring her here."

I gave him a curt nod and continued to place my coat over my body. "Hey Anayah?" Kayden called after me.

I looked up at him as his gaze was on the floor and his fingers nervously twiddling with each other. He was nervous no doubt, but I couldn't help the urge to laugh at how anxious he was.

"Tomorrow my father is hosting a dinner and I have to bring a date. Zayn has Jessica and I was hoping that you'd go with me?" He said in one long breath.

Even though he spoke so fast, I was still able to understand his proposal for a date. His preposition was sweet, but I refused to date the people I work for due to how unprofessional it would be. I opened to my mouth to explain why accompanying Kayden to his father's dinner, as his date would be inappropriate. However, my actual boss cut me off before I could even get one word out.

"Of course she'll accompany you," Mr. Malik spoke.

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