A Night With My Maid

He never wakes up until after sunset, he hates the idea of waking up and being reminded of everything he was supposed to be doing. Jonah Lewis is supposed to be A responsible CEO,A respectful Son and A man of good character. But he was none close to any of that. He stood barefoot on the smooth wooden floor of his penthouse, with a full glass of iced whiskey dangling loosely from his fingers. The city view was as beautiful as a rainbow from his room. His grey sweatshirt from the night before lays on the couch crumpled, stained with a red lipgloss and smells of perfume of the lady he probably never remember who she was. He took a slow sip out of his glass and his jaw tightened with the burning sensation of the whiskey going down his throat. Another Night. Another Fun. Another woman. His phone buzzed from his long grey joggers that was carefully hanging below his torso, showing his carefully shaped masculine body. He checked his messages and it was Lucas his best friend. “You’re Alive?” Jonah smirked faintly and typed back. “Barely.” He dropped his phone and exhaled, running his hands through his messy brown long hair like a frustrated human being. At thirty-two Jonah Lewis had everything men prayed and wished for, Is it money that are stacked up in obscene numbers and figures, or power that bent boardrooms to his own will and a face any woman would follow into fire without a question, yet everyday new day feels emptier than the last. A sharp knock echoed through the door, Jonah raised his eyebrow and frowned. Nobody visit uninvited. He checked the time, it was 1:34pm and he sighed. “Too early for hell,” he muttered, gently placing his glass of whiskey on his side table. He opened the door and his hell stared right back at him. His parents. Mr and Mrs Lewis dressed way too formal for an unannounced visit. He could feel the coldness and disappointment from his father. His mother eyes were red- rimmed, her hands clasped together like she was praying for strength. Jonah leaned against the doorframe lazily. “Good morning to you too.” He voiced out “This is not a joke Jonah,” his father snapped, pushing hard past him without waiting for permission. Mrs Lewis followed slowly, her gazed going from the empty bottles of whiskey, the smell of heavy smoke and irresponsibility hanging thick in the air. Her lips trembled. “Oh Jonah…” she whispered. Jonah shut the door “ Relax guys, I didn’t burn down the building.” “And that’s because you are too busy ruining your life instead.” Mr Lewis turned at him sharply. Jonah scoffed. “Well I run a billion-dollar company. Hardly destruction.” “You run it during the day,” his father said coldly. “At night, you embarrass the family.” Silence stretched across the room and among them, heavy and suffocating. Mrs Lewis stepped forward, touching Jonah’s arms. “We saw the news,” she said softly. “Another woman leaving your penthouse at dawn, Cameras are everywhere Jonah. People talk.” “Let them, it’s my life.”he replied, pulling away. His father slammed his hand on the glass table. “It’s not your life if it constantly threatens the company and our family name.” Jonah’s jaw tightened. “I’ve never missed a single meeting or lost a deal.” “Well if that ever happens just know I would never protect you.” Mr Lewis shot back. That word protect hit somewhere deep inside Jonah. “You really think I need any form of protection from you father?” he spoke with a questionable tone. “Well I know so I don’t think so, and if you keep doing this you are moving ahead in losing everything you inherited.” His father said. Mrs Lewis eyes filled with tears. “We raised you better than this son.” Jobs laughed, short and humorless. “You raised me to survive expectations. And that is just what I do to cope.” His mother turned away, wiping her tears. “Enough,” Mr Lewis shouted with anger all over his tone. “From this day onward things have turned new, Mrs Laura has been instructed to tighten control in the penthouse. New staff rules has been updated and no more scandals under this roof.” Jonah raised a brow. “Good luck with that.” “And Jonah, his father spoke sharply,”if you embarrass us again, I will revoke your inheritance and you shall be automatically removed as the CEO of my company, Blood doesn’t make you untouchable.” For the first time that morning Jonah felt something crack. His parents left without another word. The penthouse felt colder after they were gone. Jonah poured the rest of the whiskey down the kitchen sink, the amber liquid disappearing like the nights he never remembered. He leaned over the counter gripping the edge tightly. “”Careless”” That’s what they all called him. Maybe they were right. Across town, Sarah West-ford stood outside the massive iron gate of the Lewis family Mansion, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure the guards could hear it. Sarah dragged her dress down nervously, grabbing the straps of her old handbag. The mansion stood in front of her like something out of dream, White walls, tall huge windows, wealth screaming from every corner. This was not her world. She had almost turned back twice the minute she was about to leave again Kate voice echoed in her head. “You need this job Sarah, just keep your head down.” Sarah exhaled slowly as the gates opened. Mrs Laura was waiting inside. The woman’s sharp eyes swept over Sarah from head to toe with thinly veiled disdain. “So you are the new maid,” she asked flatly. “Yes ma’m,” Sarah replied softly. Mrs Laura handed her a uniform without wasting time. “You’ll work mornings and nights, no unnecessary wandering and talking unless being asked too.” Sarah nodded quickly like she understood without saying a word. Mrs Laura’s lips curled slightly. “This house does not tolerate mistakes and carelessness, you must be ready to work diligently and obey instructions.” As They both walked inside Sarah felt unseen eyes watching her. Martha one of the cleaners paused while cleaning, her gaze lingering on Sarah with open hostility. “So this is her,” Martha muttered under her breath. Mrs Laura ignored their stares and continued walking. “You will stay out of Mr Jonah’s way. Sarah hesitated. “Mr Jonah?” She raised her eye brow. Mrs Laura stopped abruptly and turned. “You do not speak, look at him or act like you exist in his presence.” Sarah swallowed. “Okay ma’m.” Why all these rules for a man, is he sick? She kept on asking herself. That night Jonah returned to the mansion instead of his penthouse, the argument with his parent was still burning in his chest. He drove fast, recklessly, the city lights blurring as music blasted from the speakers of his car. By the time he arrived, he was already drunk. Mrs. Patty met him at the door, worry pinning her face. “Oh Jonah, you didn’t eat today, did you?” He smiled faintly. “Missed your cooking.” She signed, touching his cheek. “You need rest,my boy.” Jonah stumbled up the staircase, shrugging off his jacket. His vision blurred, his mind heavy. That was when he saw her.