Billionaire's Maid

Eleven

..... Continuation

"Who are you?" a voice asked and I froze. Oh Jesus oh Jesus there is no way I can say that I do not know or recognize this voice, I knew exactly to whom this voice belonged to only one guy that had been hunting my dreams non-stop! Ibrahim De Luca.

What am I going to do!? I am frozen in place, no buzzing sound could be heard anywhere near; no flies decided to make a landing, my heart was in my stomach ....

" I am not going to repeat myself for the third time therefore answer me, who are you?" he spoke sternly oh my should I or shouldn't I, ooh heavens save me please.

"Matt!" the door bursts open

" yes Boss ? " he looked from him to me, my back facing Ibrahim I couldn't look at him

"who is this woman? And what is she doing here? " his voice was still stern

"uhm ... boss she is here for cleaning, I thought you kn....." Matt explained but he cuts him

" sh**t no! I didn't I told you no one comes to this place without my permission!" I jumped a little at his raised voice "this must be my mother's doing" he mumbled but I could hear him faintly on que the house phone rings

"thanks Matt you may leave, hello ?" I was still frozen in place

"mother, I told you I don't want you sending anyone in here I am capable of all ...... no.... I didn't need it .....capisco madre ....ciao " he hung up, and sighs

" I am sorry for being rude to you, uhmm... I am told you made breakfast " I pointed out to the right for him, I picked carefully but he was still standing there

"you .... Are you mute?" I hate lying but Jesus forgive me, I nodded my head, he walks off. As soon as he did I let out a big breath, If I knew I wouldn't have come but fate had other plans. I continued on with my work he told me were the bathroom was gently as he could. When finished I went back to the kitchen still avoiding him

" thanks for the breakfast and know that in this house you don't go upstairs and through that door at the far end you don't open, or go in understood?" I nodded

"good, now if you'll excuse me I have to head to the office and your shift finishes at 3pm because there's not much for you to do in this penthouse. Have a good day." He walks off

The house is pretty clean, I don't see why it has to be cleaned again aah well. I heard the door open and close signalling that he went off then Matt walks in what now?

"are you ok?" he asks, I nodded

" don't worry he just doesn't like to be taken care of " Matt explained, I looked at him and mouthed ok but my mouth spoke against my own will

"what time does he come home for dinner?" I don't know why I asked but I just did, Matt couldn't bother as he sat down on a high stool near the kitchen counter, I gave him a plate of breakfast he dinged in then answers

"Boss doesn't come home for dinner, he spends hours out in the office and when he comes; he goes straight up to bed and that is his daily routine" I was surprised no wonder the kitchen is so clean but ...

"ooh ..... " all I could muster out

"thank you miss this was the best breakfast I've ever had" I smiled back him

" but is it every day that he comes home late ?" he stared at me for a moment then answers

" why do you want to know?"

"uh ..... aaah..... just curious .... Don't, misunderstand me it just that a house this big ...."

He looked closely at me then said "I know exactly what you mean, he comes back at 8 pm must of the times but a day like today he most likely to come back at 4 pm; since his travelling for a business trip out of the country "