Maid For Him / l.h ✔️

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~Beyla's POV~

"Your name is Beyla, right?" Adelaine asked as she stood by the entrance of the living room, just watching me as I swept the floors. I knew that she was Mr. Hemmings assistant, but I wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here, talking to me. Maybe she was just waiting for him to come downstairs.

"Um, yeah. That's me." I confirmed with a nod of my head, looking over at her. She was short and probably in her mid thirties if I had to guess, but even with her being short, she was still taller than me. "It's nice to meet you." She said kindly, sending me a genuine smile. I gave her a small one back, holding the broom in my hands as I shuffled on my feet. "It's nice to meet you, too." I responded, figuring there was no harm in being nice to her. Sure, she was older than me, but that didn't mean she and I couldn't get along or maybe even become friends. "So...How long have you been working for Mr. Hemmings?" I asked curiously, beginning to get back to sweeping the floor again. I could multitask pretty well.

"Three years." She responded with a kind smile, hands crossed in front of her thighs. I peered over at her and was just about to open my mouth, wanting to speak with her more, when I noticed Mr. Hemmings suddenly enter the room. My lips zipped themselves shut immediately and I looked away while I worked, not wanting to overstep or seem like I was more busy with chitchat than actually working.

"Ms. Verdine." Mr. Hemmings' voice spoke up as I swept the floor, causing me to pause. I glanced over and saw he was stood beside Adelaine, his blue eyes locked on my frame and his long arms crossed over his chest. "Yes, sir?" I responded, gripping the broom tighter in my fist as I peered back at him, a confused frown on my lips. "I'll be gone for a couple of hours. While I'm out, I want you to finish up sweeping downstairs, clean the kitchen, and to put up Kira and I's laundry." He instructed me, never once breaking the eye contact he held with me as he spoke. I didn't remember ever having started any laundry yet, so I assumed that he or her had washed it. "Do you understand?" He pressed when I just stood there dumbly, not responding. I snapped out of my thoughts and straightened up, rapidly nodding my head. "Oh, y-yes! Yes, sir." I chirped, wiping my slightly sweaty palms off on the fabric of my black and white patterned shorts.

His crystal blue eyes narrowed at me and I stood there nervously, just looking back at him while he stared at me as if I were some sort of abomination. Maybe he was unsure about leaving me here alone, in his home. I mean, he still didn't really know me. If I wanted, I could just steal everything here and then disappear while he was gone. He'd be gone for a few hours, anyways, so it's not like it'd be hard. Of course, I wouldn't do that, though.

Mr. Hemmings gave me a curt nod of his head and then glanced down at Adelaine. "You can go wait outside in the car. I'll be there in just a few minutes." He instructed her, to which she obediently did as he said and disappeared out the front door. That just left him and I standing in his living room together.

"I'll probably be back around six, hopefully before Kira gets back home, so I want you to have finished everything before I get home." He said, raising his brows at me. I just nodded my head and he stared at me for a little while longer, seemingly just observing me. Regardless, his gaze on me was intimidating, making my own eyes fall down to the floor. Keeping my eyes locked with his was a task in itself and it was one I always failed to do.

Suddenly, I heard him take a step forward and I paused, not daring to move as he walked over to me. I stayed still, hardly even breathing when he came to a halt in front of me, towering over me with his impressive height. "Would you look at me, Ms. Verdine?" He grunted out, sounding frustrated. Maybe I annoyed him, which just made me not want to look at him even more.

Even so, I forced myself to look at him anyways.

My brown eyes met his blue ones and I noted that he was now stood with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants, hiding them. His blonde curls shone under the lights and looked soft to the touch, unimaginably so. "You don't always have to act like you're scared of me. I'm not gonna fire you for looking at me, Ms. Verdine." He hummed, causing me to pause and frown.