Tamara POV
“You will become my personal maid for the next three months” He declared in a finality tone and my jaw dropped.
“What? “ I bellowed.
Is he being serious now?
“You heard me right?” He said in a deep voice, while he removed a strand of his hair from his forehead.
Well. I don't care now.
“What do you mean I'll become your personal maid?” I asked with a frown.
“I mean, I have another work, and you know that.” I blurted as a matter of fact, but he seems less bothered as his expression holds an impassive one.
I am done for!
“How do I cope? “ I lamented.
“Well… I don't care,” He replied bluntly, and believe me when I say I feel like slapping senses into his numb skull.
He didn't say anything, and I decided to speak up.
“Please, I beg of you, I will become your personal maid but only on weekends” I pleaded as I rubbed my palms together.
He stared at me, and I just twisted my lips, trying to give him my puppy eyes. And after what seems like forever, “Fine” He grunted.
“But you won't defy my orders” He said coldly, and I nodded curtly.
“And since it's only on weekends, your days would be extended” He added, smirk glimmering on his lips.
Oh, lord!
“To how many months? “ I asked ruefully.
He didn't reply, as he just requested for my cellphone.
I stretched it out to him and I watched him without saying anything.
He punched in some numbers and gave it back to me.
“Call me on Friday by 4pm” He ordered, and I almost roll my eyes. Jerk.
He began to walk away, and I exhaled a sigh of relief.
Even his presence sucks.
I stood rooted as I watched his back till he disappeared into the darkness.
Damn!
I just hope Mrs Olivia would grant my request.
The following day…
“Good morning, Mrs Olivia,” I greeted her, immediately I stepped into her office.
“Morning” She replied sharply.
“So, what do you want?” She asked in her thick voice, and I felt more nervous.
“Uhm… Ma'am…” I stuttered, fiddling with my fingers.
How do I even tell her?
She didn't even spare me a glance as she kept herself busy with whatever it is she was scribbling on a note.
I breathe out loudly.
You can do this, Mara.
“I won't be coming to work on weekends” I blurted, and she eventually glanced up to look at me.
“May I know your reasons, Miss Mara?” She asked calmly as she folded her arms and leaned on her seat. I sighed before speaking up again.
“It's just for the time being, ma'am,” I say.
“There are some stuffs that really acquire my attention lately, and it's very essential,” I told her, hoping that would convince her.
She just stared at me like I've grown two heads.
“Then why are you just telling me?” She asked, obviously hiding her disappointed look.
Oh… I didn't think of that.
Uhm…
“It came up urgently,” I replied.
“I hope you know your salary would be deducted?” She asked and I nodded.
Uh mm,
Joanna POV
“Don't you think he should forgive his Mom already? Ava asked out of blues and I frowned immediately.
I returned the yellow bag I was admiring on its rack before switching my eyes to look at her. We were in a boutique, I came to shop for tomorrow's city show.
“Forgive his Mom, my foot!” I scowled.
“Chill girl” She chuckled, but I only rolled my eyes at her.
“You know I don't like that woman one bit, and you want her to come into my way; now that I am almost there” I shot at her, but she came close to me and took my hand in hers.
“I'm so sorry, Best,” She apologized.
“I didn't mean to hurt you,” she added as she rubbed my palms.
“Now smile for me,” She urged me, and I twisted my lips, hiding my smile.
“Come on” She pouted, and I smiled.
“Now let's look around for the pettiest dress for the most beautiful girl,” She squealed excitedly,, and my smile grew wider.
Tamara POV
It was 4pm already, and I found it so hard to even dial his number. Why does he even want me to call him? I frowned, tossing the phone on the counter.
Gosh!
I couldn't believe I will be becoming someone's maid very soon, a personal one at that.
What do I do? I thought as I ruffled my hair, frustrated.
My gaze drifted to where Alicia was standing, smiling nonstop with the customers.
Uh mm,
She has nothing to worry about- always cheerful.
On our way home after work,
The shrilling sound of my phone interrupted Alicia and I conversation and we halted.
I looked down at my phone, and it was a strange number.
Alicia urged me to pick up, and I reluctantly swiped the screen and pressed it to my ear.
“Coffee girl” I heard, and I quickly registered the voice to be his.
Oh… Not now.
“I'm opposite your Coffee shop now, will you turn back, or I should trail behind you till I get to know your abode” He said sardonically, and my fist clenched
I quickly hung up and face Alicia
“Alicia, you can go ahead. I need to pick up something,” I told her,, and she frowned.
F**k him!
F**k, his goddamn phone!
“Then let's go back together” She says as she pulled my hand, but I gently removed my hand from hers.
“Just go Alicia, please don't argue” I pleaded, and she stared at me dumbfounded.
Good.
I waved at her and quickly ran along.
Jason POV
She got to where I was standing beside my car, panting heavily,, and I smirked.
“You really don't want me to know where you stay, don't you?” I asked her, but she didn't reply as she just watches face.
“I told you to call me by 4pm, didn't I?" I asked her again and she shrugged.
“I was busy with work,” She replied dryly.
“Why do you want to see me?” She asked curiously.
With my eyes glued to her face, I took a step closer while she took hers backward.
“I just wanted to see your pretty face before going to bed,” I sneered, and she huffed.
What the?
“Anyway, you need to resume as early as 9:00am tomorrow,” I instructed. “And also, you will be my date to Rodney city show” I announced, and her eyes dilated in shock.
“What?.” She was taken aback.