Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 3.

"When somebody tells you something about you, think that they know you more than you do, so you take it down another pill to swallow," Mr. Know It All, Kelly Clarkson

"S-so Michael," I said as I swept the trash pile into the dustpan, watching as he made a checklist of things for me to do. "Yes, Mr. Moore?" He replied patiently and I grimaced at the sound of my last name. "Y-you don't need to call me that," I stuttered, turning red as I swept once more. "Ezra is fine," I smiled gently and he nodded, motioning for me to get to my point.

"How long have you been working here?" I asked and he raised a brow, stopping his actions. "It'll be thirteen years next month," He stated in a casual tone, his salt and pepper hair gelled over his agedly face. He looked to be in his late thirties, early forties. "A-and do you like it? I mean, I just started two days ago and so far, it has been good." It really had been. The first day was just a tutorial of Michael showing me the places that I would clean (the majority of the house), areas that were off limits to me (Leon's study, the attic, the basement, Eve's private room), and how long I would be working. I had to work four of the seven days from 3 to 7 pm. 

During those four days, it was my job to get every room on the list clean. I had a break, obviously, but I didn't care for it since the Lawrence's were paying me a lump sum of money to get my job done. Like many others, I had to sign a confidentiality agreement, but I wasn't too sure of what I was going to come in contact with. Michael stared at me for a bit before looking down, slowly nodding. "Of course, I do." He smiled then he looked at me. "Ezra, you seem like a bright man and you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders," He began and I furrowed my brows, adjusting my glasses. "You don't seem like you're going anywhere so I'll let you know this," He put his pen down, fixing me with a stern look.

"Whatever you see or hear, pay it no mind." His voice was calm but his stare was dark and commanding. "You're here to clean and that is it."

I nodded frantically, unsure of what the flying ole fuck he was talking about. First Eve, now him. I hadn't seen anything so far in my time here and I hadn't come into contact with any of the family members, which was great. Eve had scared me with her warning and I was not too keen on interacting with her anytime soon. "No need to look so scared," Michael looked surprisingly pleased. "It's the circle of life," He shrugged and it made me wonder if he secretly held a sadistic side to him. I shuddered and moved to dust, satisfied with my work thus far. "So tell me about yourself, Ezra," Michael started to clean wine glasses with a white cloth, the tense atmosphere dissipating into nothing.

"W-well," I began. "I'm twenty. I go to school for business cuz' I want to be a CEO. I live on my own with my cat, Jigglypuff," I smiled at the thought of my calico cat. I missed her. "I like the color mint green, I'm allergic to nuts and I hate candles." I blurted out, much to my dismay. I blew off a speck of dust, Michael's chuckle filling the air. "Certainly not what I was expecting, but thanks," The man snorted and I motioned for him to give me a bit of info. "I'm 42 years old. I'm married to the most amazing woman ever and together, we have a son and a daughter," He smiled softly and I grinned. "I made some bad decisions in my life, some that I regret," His voice fell and I watched him. "But I'll forever be thankful that this family has given me the opportunity to work with them. I like the color grey and I hate the smell of iron." I raised a brow at that.

How much fuckin' iron had he been smelling?

I ignored his last comment and continued to clean, not wanting anyone to come in and catch me not doing what I was supposed to be doing. "So dear protegé, tell me, are you gay?" He asked out of the blue and the books that I were dusting fell down the shelf as I tripped over absolutely nothing. My heart began to race as I slowly turned around, a smirk on his features as he looked at me. "Oh, was it supposed to be a secret?" Michael teased and I blushed, trembling slightly. "No need to worry. Your secret is safe with me." He put a finger up to his lips and it made me wonder if I was reeking the gay scent.