Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 6.

"Inside I built a wall so high around my heart, I thought I'd never fall. One touch, you brought it down, the bricks of my defenses scattered on the ground and I swore to me I wasn't going to love again," You Had Me From Hello, Kenny Chesney

"How are you liking working here so far, Ezra?" 

I jumped in alarm, turning to see Leon standing in the doorway of the grand dining room, watching me as I wiped and clean the china. "O-oh!" I blinked as I turned to look at him. "Hi, Mr. Lawrence. It's great so far," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly, blushing as I put the plates down. "Now, what did I tell you about calling me that?" He warned playfully, entering the room. I hadn't had an actual conversation with him since I gave him the letter from that anonymous person.

I didn't know, but something about him made me feel uneasy. It wasn't his attitude, but it was his aura. He seemed like he had so many secrets hiding behind that lecherous smile of his. "Oh, right. Mr. Leon," I put a small smile on my face and adjusted my glasses. "I-is everything okay with you?" I looked to the floor, not sure if I was stepping over my boundaries or what. I genuinely wanted to make sure that he was okay. He seemed to be undeniably upset about the contents of that letter and from the looks that Eve was sending his way, it had to be something so erroneous on his part.

That and the fact that I was curious as to what he had to say about that letter.

I was nosy, bite me.

Leon tilted his head, folding his muscled arms over that nice button-down shirt of his. "Yes, thank you for asking," He paused as if he was contemplating his next words, the bustling of the chefs from the kitchen filling our ears as if they were reminding us the true life of the rich and the wealthy; something that I aspired to be within the hard work and blood that would be shed. "It was just a little matter from a few years ago that popped up all of sudden," He chuckled as if that would dispel the severity of the situation. "Just a little nefarious matter, you know how that works, Ezra?"

I nodded, despite not believing him. If it was just something so small, why did he look utterly petrified and irked that whoever this was, was coming out of the shadows again? It seemed to me that it was someone that both he and Eve knew. It had to be because the latter seemed so irritated and full of wrath when I relayed to her what I knew. Something was off between them and despite being extremely nosy and curious, I wasn't going to try to be Nancy Drew and investigate. I just had to carefully remove myself from the wicked and fastidious spider web that was the secretive world of the Lawrence family.

"If you say so, Mr. Leon," I went back to cleaning the china, almost done with my chores. "But for future reference," Why did it sound like his voice got dark all of sudden? "If anything like this ever happens or if you happen to come across things like this," I tilted my head at him, squinting to see the just faintest bit of fear in his eyes. "Please just bring it to me. I don't want to trouble my wife." I narrowed my eyes as the patriarch ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly sweaty. It wasn't any of my business, but I got the feeling that there was something more that I wasn't seeing.

"Sure," I calmly replied, proud of myself for not cowering under his relentless stare. My mentor would be so proud of me. "If you don't mind, I'd like to finish. I have a bunch of assignments to complete so I need to get home on time, yanno?" I raised a brow and he nodded with a free grin. "Of course, Ezra," Leon waved me goodbye as he exited the dining hall. Something about him was just off.

Or was it Eve?

I let out a confused sigh as I placed the china back in the armoire, wishing that I could bash my head in the glass. "Why so down, Ezra?" I heard a teasing voice and I turned to the doorway, wishing people would stop bothering me. "I'm just tired, yo," I slurred, watching Michael raise a brow in question. "I ain't get enough sleep, I guess," I rubbed my face, wishing I was in the comfort of my bed, holding my cat as we slept through a rainy night. That was the most calming and it was those type of nights that granted me freedom from nightmares.