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I start learning about material stuff, and how to work properly in the house. Myrala was rarely nice to me, mostly mean. But at least she takes me seriously, unlike half the people I had to live with my whole life. As much as I hate where my life has lead me, I know it could've have gone worse, especially after yesterday night. For once I feel like I'm doing something other than being a punching bag to my uncle, or the men's entertainment in the mafia gang.
The day comes to its end as I mostly learn about  basic stuff about working as a maid. Myrala gives me a full tour in the house, it has such big spaces and so many rooms. I bet this boy's loaded with money.

She shows me the maids' rooms. It's downstairs. Every room has two bunk beds each. Surprisingly Myrala looks at me & tells me that I must be a special one because somehow, Jaxon decided to give me one of the guests' rooms instead of the maid's room.
I don't know if I should feel lucky or cursed for having to do this, but anyhow anything's better than having to share a room with someone. Most maids are between the age of forty & fifty. They seem nice, but sharing was never something I learned to do. I wouldn't mind sharing with others, but I know I'd be bad at it. I'm not very good at socializing, and less interested in fitting in.
I was never good at making friends. My education never went past middle school. My uncle decided it was better for me to drop out of school because he didn't want to spend his illegal money on me. He had better things to spend it on; strippers, drinks, guns, yachts...
He only put me in school because the orphanage wanted to make sure I would be living in good conditions before he could take me for good.
The only person I was ever able to be myself around and socialize with, was my ex-boyfriend, Alec. We met on the streets.
Whenever I wanted to take a break from my uncle and his bullshit, I'd smoke in the same street as him. That's how we met. We'd always talk about our problems and try to figure out how to fix them. I never told him about the gang. My uncle would kill me if I ever told anyone about it. I only told him about how abusive he was to me, but never told him exactly how abusive it got back home.

I arrive to my new room for the moment, it's smaller than the one I stayed in when I came here first, but it's nice I guess. There's a small bathroom, a small window and a lamp next to my bed. Myrala tells me to wear whatever is on the bed and prepare myself for tonight.
I should be ready by eight in the afternoon. That would be in one hour. I look at the closet and search for my maid clothes, because I'm expecting to work tonight, but instead I find a note written on it;
"Meet me in my room. -Jaxon. "

What's up with that? I  head to the kitchen where all the maids are supposed to gather around for tonight's event. If only I knew what it's concerning. All the maids are lining up and listening to Myrala's speech about how perfect their performance tonight must be and it makes me nervous.
She looks at me and finishes her speach in a brief sentence then tells them to go back to work. She approaches me and says;
-Tonight is an exception for you, as a maid.
I suppose Jaxon knows what he's doing, she sarcastically says, then continues; he's waiting for you upstairs in his bedroom. People are starting to arrive, so go upstairs and be as discrete as you can. We don't want them to see you before Jaxon tells you what's
happening.

What could possibly be happening. I go upstairs and search for his room which must be the biggest one in the house.
I open the door and see him shirtless, spraying  perfume into his perfectly shaped body. I stand next to the door, waiting for him to notice me. My cheeks blush as I look away.
I feel uncomfortable waiting for him at the door, while he's shirtless.
Surprisingly I notice a few scratches on his shoulder. I wonder where he got them.
He doesn't notice me until a few seconds when he -non-surprisingly-  smirks while putting his shirt on.
He looks at me then says;
-How long have you been staring at me, cupcake?
I stupidly mumble as I say;
- I didn't, you, I mean- well, long enough to see you shirtless.

Why did I say that...

He comes in closer to me while wrapping his blouse when he amusingly asks;
-Do I make you nervous cupcake?

I look at him and roll my eyes, we're so close to each other as I can feel his breath on my cheek, which makes me nervous, I don't want my nervousness to be the center of his entertainment, so I pull myself together and say;
-No, why would I be? You're a spoiled man with a shitty attitude. And I'd prefer it if you didn't call me cupcake. It's really weird.

He goes back a little bit, gives me space while smirking at what I just said and adjusts his tie.

-You have to pay me back for what I've done for you as you know, and I'm sure Myrala told you all about the basics and about the spare room I generously gave you.
I nod my head, when he proceeds to say; starting tomorrow you're going to work as a  maid until I tell you not to. Exceptionally for tonight you're going to be..my fiancée.

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