The Billionaire's Maid man×boy (reposted)

Chapter 14

When they notice me a smile lights upon their faces and Forrest comes to sit next to me.

"Did you buy that from a sex shop?" He jokes and I playfully roll my eyes.

"Just wanted a little change," I explain.

"Are you sure it's about that?" Forrest suspiciously asks and I give him a 'don't be stupid' looks, making him to shut up.

"Twinks and femboys aren't my type but you slay." Derek adds, earning a fake gasp from Forrest, who is clearly 'offended' after Derek's words.

"Shut up, midget." Derek teases Forrest and I would laugh if I had a decent height but in this situation, I'm the one being joked about since my small stature isn't something I'm proud of.

"Did you hear about boss' new gala? Next week." Derek asks while walking to Veronica and playfully stealing a piece of bacon from the plate she was cutting food on. My eyebrows raise in surprise. Another gala? How many parties does this dude have?

"And his girlfriend is probably going to be there and so will his wife. The drama..." Derek continues talking and I almost let out a chuckle but then I realize what he just said. Marianne is going to be present? Excuse me?

I look at Forrest and he has the same concerned expression on his face that I have. We glance at each other for a few more seconds but then we both look away so our little telepathic interaction doesn't seem suspicious to the other two people in the room.

"About that, guys. I will need you to serve the drinks. The three of you plus Justin. But we will talk more about that next Monday." Veronica explains while mixing the food with a wooden spoon. Perfect -note the sarcasm- now I won't have to deal with only my birth giver but also with the biggest asshole I've ever met. Justin.

And besides that I will also have to deal with Mr. Anthony and his girlfriend being gross.

And again, for the hundredth time this week: Will I ever get a break?

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(two hours later)

Now, this is really boring. I don't get it, to be honest. Mr. Anthony has this huge house that always looks dusted to perfection. I get why he has maids, but having them come every day, five days a week, to clean something that's already cleaned, seems pointless to me.

Usually, rich people have maids or cleaning ladies coming once or twice a week to put some things in order but is it necessary to have them every day? For the past two hours, I've been sitting with Veronica without doing anything and almost dying out of boredom. Forrest left with Derek to plant some flowers in the garden one hour ago but Veronica still didn't give me any chore, fact which leads me to the question: Why am I even here?

I'm not complaining, though. I'm here for the money, so if I'm getting paid for sitting on a stool and gossiping with Veronica then so be it. But it would be nice if I weren't almost passing out from boredom.

"Why aren't I doing anything?" I ask with a yawn.

"You are. Go get some plates and silvery." She orders and with a relieved sigh that I finally get to do something, I jump down from the stool and walk to the cabinet to get what Veronica needs.

"How many?"

"Three plates." She answers and my face twists in confusion. Why three? Is some mysterious guest here?

"Are you eating with them?" I direct the question to Veronica, thinking that maybe she's the third plate and that she'll join them.

"God—no, never. Alessandro is here. They're in the living room on the couches and the lunch will be ready in 10 minutes. Go bring them these cookies and coffee."