The Billionaire's Maid man×boy (reposted)

Chapter 15

Anthony

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" Beatrice screams at me, abruptly standing up to face me. I sigh and let my head fall into my hands with my elbows resting on my knees. One purpose is to rub my hurting head and the other one is to hide the problem in my pants.

I'm so angry right now, so angry I could kill someone. That little blond bitch doesn't realize who the boss is, but he's going to find out soon.

Now I have other things to deal with. For example, the screaming woman in front of me. She sounds like a teapot if I'm honest.

"THIS NOT OKAY, DID YOU SEE HIM OR HER OR WHATEVER THAT THING IS?"

"He's a boy, Beatrice." I correct her, feeling a little bit annoyed at how mean she sounds.

"Oh, that's even worse. That's not how a boy should look."

Well, he looks better than you.

"I know," I respond instead.

"Why is he even wearing that?" She shouts and I flinch at how high her voice got.

"I don't know...okay? He only wore that today." I explain and stand up in front of. I reach to take her face in my hands but she slaps them away and starts screaming again.

"I'M GONNA FIRE THAT BITCH!"

"Excuse me, that's not your decision." I snap, losing my temper. I won't allow anyone to call him that except me.

"I'M PART OF THIS HOUSE TOO."

"THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU ANY RIGHT, YOU-" I roar at her but stop myself before I say something I will regret.

"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. You should say sorry for the disrespect shown to me today by that cunt."

Yeah, I'm slowly losing it.

"Don't. Ever. Call. Him. That." I growl, feeling every part in my body heat up in rage. I don't know what's going on or why my reaction is so exaggerated but I know one thing; I will snap her neck in two if she says one more bad word about what's mine.

"WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM?" She shouts, her hands making weird motions in the air.

"Well, well, well, let's calm down, shall we?" I hear someone say from behind me right when I'm about to start screaming at Beatrice. Despite the soft voice of the interrupter, the tone is mischievous and somewhat evil. I turn around to see Lucas in that fucking dress carrying two trays of food, followed by Veronica who also has her hands occupied with plates.

"Why so grumpy? It's lunch time." Lucas smile at both me and Beatrice but his eyes don't match his smile. I can feel Beatrice tensing beside me so I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Let's just sit down," I suggest with a rough voice. I'm tired, angry, horny, and hungry. I'm done with this whole shit and I swear to God if Lucas does one more thing I will lose it and it won't be nice at all.

With a whine and a stomp on the ground, Beatrice slaps my hand away and walks to the huge oak dinner table in the middle of the living room.

I follow her and sit on the chair next to hers. Veronica and Lucas are standing a few meters away from the table, waiting to place the food down. Once everything is settled and we all calm down, Veronica makes her way to the center of the table and places a porcelain bowl of soup down.

My eyes move to Lucas, his small form hugged by the black short dress, his hips and waist creating a beautiful curve that I can't take my eyes off. His curly hair is styled in a half bun, two strands falling over his forehead, making the whole look seem effortless and messy. A beautiful mess.