A Millionaire's Maid

A/N: Here is the beta'd chapter.... Chapter is free from mistakes..... Enjoy reading...... This chapter is beta'd by lovely Lisa

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Kian's P.O.V:

I sigh as soon as I made it out of the airport. Six hours of spending my journey in a cramped little economic class, has drained me. I am more than happy when a cab stopped in front of me. I stepped into the cab, with my not so light luggage, and gave the driver the address of my destination.

I tried to stretch my legs and hands, but I failed miserably. The driver checked on me from the rearview mirror. I hate cab drivers that are too friendly, and I pray he is not one of those.

Through my blurred vision, I could see that I was nearing the new place. Despite the fact that I promised I wouldn’t cry, I am crying. I am not happy leaving my home town; I am not happy trading places with my sister. I should have been at some community college, studying my ass off for a degree. But here I was, heading to a new place, meeting complete strangers. I am going to be working at a house, where my sister previously worked as a maid.

I am the new maid of some snobbish, filthy snot-nosed kid. What was his name again? Ah yes; it’s Shane Madden Grayson. People like me don’t have the luxury to choose the life we want. If it wasn’t for the fact that my sis got knocked up, I wouldn’t be here.

I wish I could crawl back into my cozy little bedroom, I wish I could hang out with my high school mates. I wish I could escape this night mare job. My friends were so excited about my job. I knew pretty well why they were excited. Their crazy brains were fantasizing about a romance between a maid, and his master. I would be more than willing to swap places with anyone.

I hate to break the news but I am a gay guy. There is absolutely no way a fantasy like that could ever take place. “Maid in Manhattan” was a movie; a movie is far from real life. I would rather date a “guy next door” type, than a Greek god’.

I snapped out of my thoughts, when the cab came to a halt. I opened the door and stepped out of the car. I stretched my hands and legs. Now I know why cats always love to stretch.

“Here are your things son,” said the taxi driver. 

When I turned around, I saw my luggage was out of the car. Next to my trunk was a  luggage from Mrs. Grayson for her adorable son.

I reached out for my wallet, took some money out, and gave it to the cab driver. I know I should have thanked him for the lift, but I am not in the mood to be nice.

I stumbled into the elevator lift carrying the two pieces of luggage. I took out the paper where the address and pass code is written. The pass code is to be used to enter Shane’s apartment, only if he is absent.

I hit the button for twentieth floor, tapping my foot as I impatiently wait for the elevator to stop. I wish Mr. Grayson could have helped me carry at least his luggage. Ugghhhh, but why would the infamous Grayson do that? He wouldn’t sully his hands by helping a poor slob like me.

‘Snap out Kian; you are dealing with a rich spoiled brat. Don’t expect anything from him; remember you are his maid, and his cook.’ There goes my inner voice again.

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I rang the bell a few times, but still no sign of Grayson. I guess he’s not home. I enter the pass code and the door opens. My eyes bulge out at the scene in front me. Everything is a mess; there were magazines scattered across the hall, popcorn on the table, crumbs from some snacks on the sofa. There were also shorts and briefs that were haphazardly thrown on the sofa, which also added to the mess.

This whole place was a disaster. I quickly head to sofa. I took all the magazines and put them aside. Taking the popcorn, I dumped them into the dustbin in the kitchen. I wasn’t even going to look in the kitchen right now. I took out the intimate things that were proudly brandished in the hall, and head to the bedroom.

I entered the bedroom, and to my horror, there was another mess. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. Never in my whole life have I seen a room like this; it looked like a tornado hit it! As I start to sort out the mess on the bed, I heard the bathroom door open. I stopped dead in my tracks.

I slowly gazed up to the figure in front of me. My eyes fell up on the drizzling golden blonde locks, then the towel on the elongated neck. As the small beads of water traveled down his neck, I couldn’t help but follow them dutifully.

My eyes locked with his electric blue ones, then they traveled down to the wide and powerful shoulders.... shapely pecs, and a chiseled six pack completed his look. Oh my God; he was just like a Calvin Klein underwear model........ His body was covered in water droplets, making him glow...*drool* I suddenly lick my dry lips

My eyes traveled further, but stopped in shock. He was wearing pink undies with little red hearts...... My mouth dropped open, my eyes may fall out any given moment......

FUCKING SHIT “He is GAY”...... Oh shit, I said my thought out loud..... The guy doesn’t look at happy; in fact, he looks like he is ready to bite my head off...... Is he the infamous Shane Madden Grayson?..... Shit.... Shit.... Shit..... I pissed Mr. Grayson off on my very first day......

“I am sorrrry Mr. Gayson ,” great I was stammering..... I can’t believe I called him Gayson..... I totally screwed up....

“I meaannn, Mr. Grayson.” Why the hell was I still stammering??

“Take all you want; I won’t call the police. By the way, I am not gay..... I am bi,” said Shane.

Ehhhh what does he mean by that?? Wait a sec, did he think I am some kind of thief?????? I am tongue tied.....

A/N:  Lisa you are a Life saver..... Thanks a ton for getting this chapter edited on a short notice..... Thanks allot..... You rock honey