Way Of Life (Freddie Mercury Fan Fiction)

The Propsal

Mila P.O.V
I sat on my sofa- drowning in self pity. This always happened to me and i allowed it to. Men seemed to retrace my life and control it in anyway possible. My dreams had been crushed before and now again. I needed a job and quick my job with Kayla was barely covering my rent before and now i was well and truly fucked.

I thought about Freddie and why i was so annoying to him- i had simply done my job and that was all. The most aggravating thing is hat he was unbelievably attractive and this made him all the more intimidating. I was cut from my thoughts when the phone rang.
'Hello..'
'Hello Darling how are you!'
I paused. It couldn't be. I was so angry with this man he had lost me my job yet he seems so cheery.
'Mr Mercury how did you get this number'
'My dear you can do anything when ur as gorgeous and talented as me'
I sighed and tried to hold back a smile this man was poison.
'I have a job proposition for you dear- i need a new housekeeper- an assistant as you will and you seem to fit a lot of the criteria'
Rage fulfilled me.
'ARE YOU JOKING! you lost me my job - and uh now you want me to be your slave!'
i was out of breath from screaming.

I heard him chuckle down the phone.
'Miss Mila just have your little self here by 12:00 noon and ready for work'
The line went dead.
Confusion filled my body.
I was desperate but was i this desperate. Was i to let this man become a part of my life when he so suddenly ruined it.
I had no choice in the matter.

'Hi there taxi for 11:30 sharp please'
'certainly love'
I packed some bags in case an overnight stay was induced as eventually i guess i was going to be staying as a guest and housekeeper.
Butterfly's filled my stomach as the taxi arrived. Nothing could prepare me for this moment.

Garden Lodges green door stood in front of me as i knocked firmly.
'Darling so glad you came to your senses'
He sashed me in as i made my way into the living room filled with paintings and trinkets of the Japanese culture.
I was on edge and angry yet in ore of his outfit choice. He has the tightest leather trousers on known to man and a white vest top an outfit not suitable for daytime.
He noticed me taking his outfit in with my very eyes.
'oh dear don't fall in love with me too quickly Miss Mila'
My cheeks flushed read i was shocked.
'Sorry- Mr Mercury now what will my job involve'
He flashed the first warm smile i had ever seen from him.
'Glad you asked sweetheart- Just the usual housekeeper: keeping things tidy, cooking and being my personal assistant following me wherever i go'
I stopped for a second shocked at what i had heard.
'Wait so i'm not your PA'
he laughed almost above me.
'Well yes and you start today - now if you don't mind me need some milk so if you would be a dear'
I sighed he was a complete diva, and i wondered to myself what i had got myself into. But i need the money and there are worst jobs i could be doing and places to be staying. But then it hit me- i wouldn't need my apartment anymore- even better!
'Yes Mr Mercury'
He smiled and saw me out and introduced me to his driver.

'Hi there i'm Phoebe where are you off to love'
'Kensington Market Please'
After that we were off and i quickly grabbed the milk i had needed along with a few more household necessities.

I arrived back into the house and placed the milk away when i thought i would go and find Freddie to see if there was anything else that needed to be attended to.
As i grew closer to the stairs i began to make out heavy moaning and screaming- unlike anything i had seen before. i made my way up the stairs and there i found Freddie's bedroom door left a jar
'Mr Mercury i—-'
I was lost for words. There Freddie Lay sprawled on his bed with 4 young men and 2 young women surrounding him. The room filled with smoke and a aroma of tobacco and alcohol filled the air.
'Yes Dear-' Freddie sat up angrily but with a smirk to his face.
I ran down the stairs to the spare room which was now to be my home. Wondering whether i would be able to handle the lifestyle of this rock and roll god.