Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 4.

"How do you think I'm going to get along without you when you're gone? You took me for everything that I had and kicked me out on my own," Another One Bites The Dust, Queen

I was going to shit myself.

Maybe not as fast as I expected, but I was going to. There was no way that I could avoid confrontation because it felt like I was walking straight into the lair of Satan. "M-Mr. Lawrence?" I knocked on the door of the sitting room, my arm shaking like hell as I wept the sweat on my apron. I swallowed as I held the letter in my hand, hearing footsteps echoing inside of the room, letting me know that someone was walking towards the door. I would rather be eating by the dragon that Satan owns than give him this letter.

"Oh, Ezra!" When the door opened, Leon stood there in a pair of dress pants and a casual shirt, shoes on his feet as his hair hung over his eyes. He stared at me in surprise and I sighed from the sheer attractiveness he had. "I thought I told you to call me Leon?" He tilted his head, teasing me as he leaned against the door. "Mr. Lawrence makes me feel like I'm old," I stared at him. Wasn't he old though? "Right, L-Leon," I stammered, not sure of how to go about doing this. "What is it that you need?" He asked, furrowing his thick brows at my behavior.

I clenched the letter, looking up at him. I didn't want to step out of my place because I wasn't at the level of understanding with them. I just started working, for country boy's sake. "I just wanted to give you something." I got out in a fast tone and he nodded, sliding the door open to let me in. With a deep breath and words of encouragement, I let myself in. "Who is it, Leon?" I heard a woman's voice and I almost died on the spot as honey eyes turned to me, narrows brows raised in confusion.

"Oh, it's the maid." Eve muttered before returning to file her nails on the posh couch. I grimaced at the dismissal in her voice. It was as if her personality did a complete 180 from the time we met originally. I didn't think she had a problem with me, considering the fact that I never once bothered her. I did what she asked of me and nothing more, nothing less. "Don't pay her no mind," A body came to stand next to me and I inhaled the expensive elegance of his cologne, turning to look at him. "What did you want to give me?" He asked and I was sure that we were a bit away from Eve since the room was large. "H-here," I whispered. "This is the mail that I collected from the box." He took the note from me, noting my shaking hands.

Leon bit his lip, reading the content of the letter. From the corner of my eye, I could see Eve eyeing him with her eyes narrowed, almost as if she had something to say. I didn't know if it was just me, but as Leon's face continued to contort into mere annoyance, disgust and mild fear all in one, the tension in the room started to suffocate. He appeared to be so angry and I knew that the letter was of extreme importance. He let out a sharp breath, his fingers slowly crumbling up the letter as if it was taunting him. "A-are you okay, Mr. Leon?" I questioned with uncertainty in my tone, my fingers twiddling together nervously.

I peeked at him from under my glasses, wanting to flee the room. I had already overstepped my boundaries. God damn it! Leon flashed his eyes at me, pure irritation swirling around as he forced a smile on his lips, nodding stiffly. "Everything is fine, Ezra, thank you," He said in a hushed tone, almost as if he didn't believe his own words. "What is it, Leon?" Eve piped up with her two cents, letting us know that she knew something was amiss.

"Nothing, honey," Leon turned to his wife, who was eyeing the letter in his hand. "Nothing you should concern yourself with." He wasn't looking at her in the eye and his demeanor was stiff and rigid. Eve tilted her head, staring at him as if she was studying his behavior. I gulped slowly, wanting to leave as soon as possible. It was like she knew what he was trying to hide. I didn't and I was going to make sure it stayed that way.