Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 27.

"One, two, one, two, three, I've got a ticket so ride with me, Mary go down on the merry-go-round. All is fair on the fairground. Love go slow, love go fast. Licorice twist, gonna whip your ass. Rollercoaster of love," Love Rollercoaster, The Ohio Players

"I think you would look amazing with this shade of lipstick, Ezra," I blinked twice as Natalie pushed a bunch of makeup products in my face, opening a tube to study the color on my lips. I did nothing but sit there as everything on my to-do list was completed. 

I also couldn't bother Nishan because he was doing a photoshoot in the main room of the house and I didn't want to go distract him or worse, get distracted by him. I just opted out to allow Natalie to mess with me in her room. Free products = happy Ezra Moore. Though, I would only wear her products in the safety of my house because I didn't need a single person seeing me outside of my element. 

Noelani giggled from her swing as she clapped her hands, watching me get all pretty and whatnot. She was probably laughing at the fact that I resembled a girl now. "I wish I had your skin, Ezra," Natalie pouted as she took several pictures of her work. I grimaced as I thought of the time a few years ago when my face was nothing but a slice of pepperoni pizza. It was not cute at all and I didn't know why I was let out of the house every single day. "Ah, thanks," I murmured, but my mind wasn't there in the moment. I was still thinking about that shirt with the bloody handprint.

"Ni..." I trailed off, pointing to the shirt with horror evident in my voice. "What the hell is that?" My voice was shaky and quivering and Nishan just tightened his grip on the shirt, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, shaking his head. "...I have not a clue, Ezra," His voice was quiet and I could tell that he really had no idea what this was, who it was from, or where it came from. "But please, don't tell anyone until I figure it out."

He turned to me with a pleading look in his eyes, a look so deep that I couldn't help but nod. I really knew that he had the power to fix this on his own, so I wasn't too concerned about that part. I was mainly concerned with the fact that someone had the nerve, the sheer audacity to send him something so cruel. It let me know that it was someone who was close to him because the message that was written sounded too personal. I didn't want to pry into his business, but like always, I knew that this was something deep.

"I'll tell you everything soon," Nishan reached over to caress my chin with a pained smile on his face. "I promise you." From then, he seemed to be working a lot in order to figure out who delivered this to him. 

I knew he was scared, no doubt about it. He didn't hesitate to let me know when I saw him the next day. That much told me everything that I needed to know because Nishan Lawrence didn't scare easy. There were only a few things that haunted him, and this was one of them. Either way, I didn't like seeing him so pained and so focused on something that could potentially blow up in our faces because we were treading too deep.

"Have you seen Nishan yet?" Natalie asked with a grin and I shook my head, knowing where she was going with her answer. "No. I don't want to bother him." Or worse, I didn't want to go into cardiac arrest with just one glance at him. I knew how I reacted when seeing him on the screen. I was not mentally or physically prepared to see him in person, now that I knew how good he felt in my arms. 

"Well, we can go see him once I'm finished up here," She replied with a factual tone and I grimaced, unsure of how I was going to act when I saw him. "Ezra, you have asthma, right?" I furrowed my brow at the sudden question but nonetheless nodded. "Yeah, why?" I tilted my head as she plucked my eyebrows. "Oh, nothing. I just remembered seeing him coming back with a bunch of inhalers one day, and he told me to put one in every room," My heart started to flutter as I remembered telling him that I had asthma and that I used a specific inhaler to cater my needs.