A Millionaire's Maid

 

A/N: OMG! I got so many hits. Ouch it's true. I just pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. The hits, reviews, and votes made my day. I am so happy that so many people are reading my story. Can you see me jumping up, and down? Honestly, I was grinning like an Idiot when I saw the hits, reviews, and votes. Dad thought I had gone nuts. Sorry for the delay guys. My frozen shoulder made it so difficult for me to write. It hurts so much, even deep breathing hurts. Due to my frozen shoulder I will be able to upload only once a month....  

annabellalee: Delighted to know that you find Kian cute... I love Shane's stupidity too....  Sorry for the delay. Well here is the next chapter.  

Lisa: Shane is insensitive or may be he is teasing Kian.....  

Bioluminescence: Delighted to know that you also love the cocky attitude of Shane..... 

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This chapter is beta'd by lovely Lisa.    

Kian’s P.O.V.:    

I hear my high-and-mighty master, and sometimes I call him majesty. He’s calling out my name; I have officially started calling him my high-and-mighty master. This is the seventh pancake I am making the way his majesty prefers them. I have successfully failed fourteen times; I finally make a pancake to suit his majesty’s edible level. Some pancakes he would just take a small bite and scowl, but few he just refused, just by looking at them. Finally after he approved my fifteenth pancake, I was relieved, but my relief had a very short life. Because now I have to race to deliver my high-and-mighty master his third pancake.



I enter the room, where he is watching a tennis match on a projector. The pervert is watching the replay they show in slow motion, and he is drooling. When he looks at me I make sure my face is expressionless, I don’t want to lose my temper again. He always gets on my nerves, I don’t know why.



“I would sue my parents if I had a face like yours,” said my master, taking a petty bite of pancake which is drowned in maple syrup.



“Wouldn’t it look bad if you sued your parents?” I replied clearly bugged, he always says something that gets on my fucking nerves.



He chuckles, and orders another pancake. There are some people no matter how much they eat, they never put on weight. On the other hand, there are people who will put on weight by just sniffing the food. Very, very cheerlessly, I must say that Mr. Grayson belongs to first category, and I belong to the latter.



Without another word, I saunter to the kitchen to make another pancake. What am I gonna do with the wasted pancakes? I don’t want to throw them out; what should I do? Just as I was wondering what to do with them, I thought why not freeze them and make a dessert out of them for the next night? I can add vanilla or chocolate ice cream then add plenty of syrup, some fruits, and caramel to go in between. I lick my lips thinking about my imaginary dessert.



There goes my diet resolution, to hell with what he thinks. Let him think I am fat or ugly; I just don’t give a damn. As I was preparing to freeze the leftover pancakes, I look at the watch. It is almost evening and I still didn’t have my lunch. I also have to prepare dinner for two, because some girl is coming over. I lost the count of dates he brings home.



I was so off-track in my thoughts for dinner preparations, that I didn’t notice two things: number one, the pancakes were burning, and number two, my high-and-mighty master has taken his seat on a stool next to the kitchen table. I notice the first thing that went unnoticed, when I sniff and smell something being burnt; I immediately turn off the stove.



Without a second thought, I take the pancake off the stove, and dump it in the garbage. I wash the pan, and when I turn around I see him smiling as if he is really being entertained. I curse to myself, and turn on the stove to make another pancake.



“What a clumsy maid I have!” He says.  



I hate the word maid, I flinch every time I hear that word. Maid is for the female servant; unfortunately when I googled maid, I couldn’t find the right masculine form. All I got was butler, manservant. Honestly I am not a butler, and I know he won’t call me manservant.



He sits on the kitchen stool while I make another pancake and I pour loads of maple syrup on top, and give it to him.



“Are you hungry?” my master asks me



“No, I am not Mr. Grayson.” I reply. As soon as I finish replying, my stomach growls loud enough to be heard in protest to what I said earlier.



“Don’t be shy Kian; oh come on; have a seat and dine with me,” says his majesty, pointing to the seat next to him.



I take the stool and sit opposite him. I take out the pancakes that were rejected just by looking at them. I go to the freezer to take out some vanilla and chocolate ice cream. I take generous dollops of both the ice creams, and place them on top of my pancake. Then I pour loads of maple syrup on top of them. I take a bite; yummy they taste so delicious.



His majesty takes a bite from my plate and I glare at him. I want to punch him in the face whenever I see his crooked smile. Just great! This guy finishes half of my dish; only the last bit is left, and yay, I lose it. All the pancakes have been devoured, not to mention the ice cream has also been wolfed down.  He wiggles his eyebrows and victoriously takes the last bite. Wait a second, what does he mean something is on my face? With the back of my hand I rub around the areas of my lips, but I find nothing.



Mr. Grayson leans forward, we are so close that our noses are only inches away, and with his index finger he wipes something from my upper lip. His hand is slowly touching my lips, and it’s happening too fast. I have goose bumps the moment I feel his fingers on my lips. He leans forward a bit and kisses my lips. As he’s kissing me, I feel his hot breath caressing my cheeks lovingly.



I am shocked, so shocked that I feel paralyzed; no not paralyzed. The exact words are that my whole body shuts down the moment I feel his lips on mine. Too bad it just only lasts for few seconds. I come back to reality and I take our plates, and get up from the stool.



My heartbeat just stops, and then jumps in my chest. It starts beating really fast, I think faster than any fastest car, because I could feel my pulse beating in the back of my ears.  Calm down Kian, I say to cool my frenzied heart. I feel a bit dizzy and I catch ahold of the sink before my heart goes crazy. It takes me few minutes to calm down.



Shane’s P.O.V.:



Kian turned red when his tummy growled. Even if you lie, sometimes your body shows your true feelings. He sits on the kitchen stool opposite me. His plate looks more delicious than mine, and I take a bite from it. Hmmmm  those pancakes are so delicious; I never knew ice cream could go so well with the pancakes. I feel sorry because I ate more than half of his lunch.



Well I victoriously pick the last bit, and devour it. I don’t know why, but I want to touch his lips again. It’s been ages since I felt his lips, I have been aching to feel those smooth and pouty lips. I want to know how he reacts when I kiss him.



“There is something on your face,” I lie.



He pouts when he can’t find anything on his face. He looks super cute; it’s really fun to tease him and provoke him. If I dare to say it, then I can say it is becoming my hobby. I lean forward, and just touch his lips with mine.



I feel the same strange feelings in my tummy when I kiss him. I think my tummy just twittered. Strange! Whenever I kiss anyone I feel my lower regions react, but my tummy never reacts like this. It’s as if a whole family of butterflies are fluttering their wings inside my tummy.



I am totally disappointed with his blank reaction; doesn’t he feel anything? It hurts me a lot to see his wooden face. Then a thought crosses my mind; maybe he is not into guys. I never questioned his sexuality. I don’t know why, but I feel angry, and I leave the kitchen. I have to get ready for my date anyway.



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Kian’s P.O.V.:



Dinner was ready; his majesty always gives me the menu for dinner. Well because of this girl, the dinner changes; how considerate of him to let me know. I remove my apron, fold it, and when I was about to put it inside one of the cupboards I hear the doorbell. One of the things on my to-do list, is to greet the guests.



I spring to open the door. I open the door to be greeted with boobies. Trust me; every time I open the door I am greeted with them; it’s absolutely a sad reminder of my height. I desperately wanted to kill the person who invented high heels.  I move aside, so that the woman could enter the house.



As she walks inside, I slowly lift my head to look at her. She has shoulder-length hair, and is a bit too skinny, but her bust is a different issue. The red skanky dress she wears unfortunately does not hide her over-flowing breasts, and butt. I’m afraid they may pop out of the dress any second. I snap out of my thoughts, and lead her to the living room.



The strong perfume smell that is oozing out of her is giving me a headache. I think she used the whole bottle. Strong smells like these always makes me think that the person has a strong body odour, and that’s why they need to hide it by putting on so much perfume. Well, won’t that drive people away from you? I wonder if sometimes maybe it’s because they haven’t taken bath for a very long time. I keep my thoughts to myself though.



She sits on the couch, and I head to the kitchen to set the dinner table.  Mr. Grayson always orders the dessert from a different shop. I am looking forward to the exotic dessert for tonight. As his majesty enters the room, I place the lemonade on the table, and leave to go to his bedroom. I know for sure that his bedroom will be in total chaos.

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Shane’s P,O,V.:



Clarissa gets up as soon as she sees me. I take her hand and kiss it. I rake her with my eyes; her dress doesn’t hide her assets at all. I hug her tight enough to feel her, and then let her go.



“Wow! You’re hot; you will even make the devil sweat,” I say with a smile.



“Thank you! Your devilish smile can make any woman go weak in the knees,” Clarissa replies. Wow! I am flattered; I am glad at least she appreciates my smile; unlike someone who never does anything other than bark back at me.



“Thank you! That’s really sweet of you. How are you?” I ask, taking the seat opposite of her.



She sits on the couch, crossing her legs seductively. She has nice enticing long legs, her dress is sexy, just like her.



“I am good; how about you Mr. Grayson?” she asks, uncrossing her legs.



“I was good till now, but  now I feel lucky. Call me Shane Clarissa,” I say, once again devouring her with my eyes.



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Kian’s P.O.V.:



When I enter the hall to announce that dinner is ready, I find these two in an intense lip lock session. Their hands are all over each other, and it makes me really sick to watch. Geez! Can’t you guys do this kinda of stuff in the bedroom? I guess they forget that I live here too. I clear my throat loudly, drawing their attention to me.



“Dinner is ready,” I explain, as I stomp back to the kitchen.



Shane’s P.O.V.:



“Dinner is ready.” The familiar voice makes me break away from the kiss.



“Who is this boy?” Clarissa asks, as I push her away as if her kiss burns my lips.



TBC.......  

Thanks to my lovely beta Lisa, you rock girl.