Yes, Monsieur?

I'm sorry, Sir

~Ashley's POV~

I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers on the wood as I worked. It tended to be rather boring and irritating at times. I had called up the new one. His name was Andy, his hair was long and black and he had baby blue eyes that were usually lined with black and he wore a maid's dress that was rather short on him, but it looked sexy.

I heard a few crashes in the hall and a bunch of yelling before a tiny knock sounded upon the door.

"Come in!" I yelled.

The door was slowly pushed open to reveal Andy. He looked about ready to cry, this caused me to frown. Why would he cry?

"J-Je suis m-monsieur désolé, j-je suis u-un échec..." he sobbed, collapsing to his knees.

I stood from my desk and walked over to the small boy, I forgot to mention that he only spoke French, although he understood a few words of English.

"Hey...hey, what's wrong?" I asked, crouching down beside him. I'm not sure if he understood what I said.

He threw himself into me, sobbing into my shirt as he gripped my arms. "Je suis tellement maladroite et inutile~" he cried.

"Shh..." I mumbled, rubbing his back. I understood French perfectly fine but I couldn't speak it.

"J'ai cassé un vase et frappé sur tant de choses sur la façon dont ici .... Je suis désolé monsieur, s'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi." He mumbled. He'd broken a vase and bumped into a bunch of stuff.

I frowned, that was annoying...but he was clumsy, I knew that. "Don't apologise, I can buy a new vase and my other servants can pick it all up."

"Mais ils ont crié à moi .... ils me haïssent." He whispered, looking at me. The rest of the servents apparently hate him and yell at him. His pale ivory face was stained with tears and his cheeks were red as well as his eyes, his make-up was running. He looked like a mess.

"I don't hate you, you're my favourite~" I told him, ruffling his hair.

He smiled a little, "Merci monsieur..." he mumbled, hugging me.

I hugged him back hesitantly, he was fragile, and I felt as though I might break him if I hugged him too hard. He was my favourite though, he's beautiful. Much more beautiful than the rest of my servants, they're probably just jealous of my precious baby.

"You're very welcome. Now come, sit with me while I work."

He looked at me confused, "pardon monsieur?"

"Sit with me." I repeated.

He understood this time and nodded, I stood up first before pulling him to his feet. I led him over to my desk and sat down. He looked around.

"Où dois-je m'asseoir?" he asked me, wondering where he should sit down.

"Here." I said, patting my lap. His face flushed red for a moment or two before he nodded and sat down on my lap, leaning back into me.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. I didn't feel like doing my work at the moment.

I kissed his neck before cuddling him.

"Monsieur?" He asked, he sounded sleepy.

"Shh, sleep mon petit un~"

I rubbed circles into his hips as he began to fall asleep in my lap. He was adorable; I could cuddle him all day.

I made sure that he was asleep before picking him up and walked out of the room, heading towards my bedroom. I'm keeping this little one as a higher class servant. He's much too fragile to be working with the lower maids and servants in my mansions small society.

I lay him down on the fluffy mattress that was my bed. It hadn't been made today; I think Andy was actually supposed to do that. Oh well, I don't mind. I pulled the covers over him and kissed his forehead before getting into the bed beside him.

~Andy POV~

I woke up and looked around, I was in a bed. Someone had their arms wrapped around my waist. I was still dressed though. I squirmed about but I heard that someone groan.

"Quit moving, Andrew..." he mumbled.

I didn't really understand what he had said but I guessed that I should probably stay still.

"Désolé monsieur..." I whispered.

I lay still, keeping my eyes closed until I realised that this was the master's bed, and I was in it, with him. I struggled out of his grip despite his protests and managed to fall out of the bed.

I yelped when I hit the ground, having landed in an awkward position. My right hand and wrist felt weak and really sore. I started to cry, rather loudly as I curled up on the ground.

"Andrew..." I heard Ashley mumble before someone lifted me up and put me back down on the bed. He took my hand into his and gently held it as he examined my arm.

"Can you squeeze my hand?" he asked me, I had no idea what that meant so I just stared at him.

"Eh... pouvez-vous serrer la main?" he asked me, this time in French.

I nodded hesitantly before squeezing his hand and I whined as I felt the bones in my wrist move around and a jolt of pain go through my wrist.

I started to cry more, whimpering and breathing strangely.

"Andrew, shh, calm down, calmez-vous...." he whispered, rubbing my back gently with his other hand.

"I think you may have broken your wrist..." he mumbled.

"Pardon monsieur?" I asked through my tears.

"Vous avez cassé votre poignet." He stated, in French for me.

"Oh... Je suis désolé..." I mumbled, using my other hand to rub my eyes.

"Don't be sorry...come with me." He stood up and gently tugged me to the edge of the bed and helped me stand up. He led me out of the room and down the hall as I sniffled, my tears slowly drying up.

He led me to a room with medical supplies and searched through some drawers before pulling out a load of bandages and tape and things.

He sat me down in a chair and instructed me to hold my arm out. I watched as he wrapped the bandage around my wrist, to support it. He taped it together to make sure that it wouldn't come off before standing back, admiring his work. He smiled at me, and I managed a small smile back.

He had a metal thing in his hand still, and more bandages and tape. I watched him curiously as he strapped the metal thing to the underside of my wrist.

"It's for more support." He said to me, I didn't understand but I just nodded. I should learn English, it would probably help.

He picked me up and placed me on my feet when he was done. "No more work until its better, okay?"

I understood that, "Okay, monsieur."

He kissed my cheek and smiled at me. I smiled back, my face heating up. He suddenly hugged me, holding me close. "God Andrew..." he muttered.

"You have to be more careful..." he mumbled.

"Désolé monsieur..." I mumbled.

"No, no, it's okay~"

I nodded into his shoulder, sighing softly. He was so caring towards me and he ignored everyone else. I think I was starting to love him, even though I'm not supposed to. It was against the rules for the maids and servants to love their masters or owner.

Mister can never find out that I love him or I'll be dead for sure.

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I hate myself, I gotta stop posting stories when I should be working on others :)

~Jinxxthejinxxer ^,..,^