The Heir and the Maid

CHAPTER 3

The trip to Mrs Fletchers office in the mansion wasn’t a very long one, I only needed to get the roaster for my daily chores for the week from her. I was up pretty early fot this, so I can quickly do them and head back to my painting. My chores were oobviously a lot, and it included the regular cleaning of Masons room. I managed to do every other chore as I carefully avoided crossing paths with Mason, till I saw him finally leaving the house for work in his grey suit alongside his personal assistant.

I was finally free and comfortable, I went to his room to clean, his room scented exactly like him from last night, the nice citrus scent, it wasn’t as scattered as I had expected, it was actually quite arranged, just needed the regular cleaning and dusting, and mopping. While I was cleaning off his desk I noticed his small music player that he probably used to workk out was still connected, I overheard my favourite jam from post malone playing fron the headphones, I put it in my ear as I shut the door, the music was inviting, I closed my eyes and swayed my body according to the rhythym the played, I was In my patterned shorts and white plain top, my hair in a messy bun stayed at the top of my head. I couldn’t care less when I listened to post malone, I danced along shook my hips seductively like I was in one of his concerts.

With the hair brush I used as a make believe microphone, I sang along, on turning around, I froze to behold the greatest shock of the morning, the familiar hadsome face of the rich billionaire, MASON MUNROE stood at the entrance of the door, staring down at me, his grey eyes piercing mine like before, I couldn’t believe it, I was sure he had gone to work, I saw him leave. We both stood staring at each other.

“you like post malone too?”, he says as I immediately drop the headphones, “I’m so sorry”, I say as I resume cleaning. “you were not a guest then, you work here”, he says. I think at this point I really didn’t care anymore if he saw me as aslave or a maid or a guest, I was going to be cleaning his room everyday from now on so it really didn’t matter, “im Elena, the new maid”, I say.”, it was a pretty quick introduction. He just stared smiling, he sat on the chair opposite me, he had taken his suit jacket off, he was just in his white shirt and grey pants

I asked if you liked post malone Elena, he asked, yes I do, replying, his new album is my favorite, I say following up. He talks about a few other things asking about my taste in music as we progress to art, my art works and the his hobbies, when his phone rings, it was his driver reminding him that hes still outside waiting to take him to work, he picks up the document he forgot earlier.

“I have to go now Elena, but when I get back I hope to see some of your paintings if you’d let me”, “of course sir”, I say, “and please call me Mason, sir is a bit too formal, besides we’re almost the same age”, “alright “ I say smiling. “goodbye Elena” “goodbye Mason”, I conclude as he walks out of the door so swiftly. After he leaves, I couldn’t stop smiling and thinking about our conversation. I rant about the entire conversation to sandra on her lunch break, after which I head out to preparee dinner, I didn’t see much of mrs munroe that day till late in the afternoon, I had just finished a painting I need to sell of to someone on the website and was drying it outside near the pool, when Mrs Munroe walked out, she didn’t spot me in time, but I could sense that she was either angry or agitated. “I would make this work I promise I have everything under control, I just need you to give me some more time”, “im working on it”, and with that she looks over to see me, I quickly avert my gaze from her direction. She stares at me for a bit with a very straight face then immediately heads back inside beforee saying anything else.

Shes a very busy woman, always on suit, very proffessional, never smiles for very long, and always on a lot of business calls, and that was just one of them. Ii head back inside to work on other paintings.

The next two week of getting to know more of Mason Munroe and working as the maid went down pretty nice, it was almost the same routine, I would wake up early, have breakfast prepared, then head over to clean Masons room first before my other cleaning chores, because that was the only time during the day that we would get to taalk for that long,he would stay back and chat a bit, it was fun, I found out he really loves sport and cooking, he was pretty chatty and a romantic too, he was always forgetting something that would always bring him back to the room, we exchanged numbers and talked on the phone a few times whille he was at the office. He always wanted to know what I would cook for dinner or what painting I was working on. At night when he gets back from work, he would just come down for dinner only, and would stare at me from the dining. He would tell his mom how well the “new maid” was doing. In the course of our conversations, I told him I didn’t want his mom to know that we were frends, so he tried to keep that as discreet as possible, so he doesn’t talk to me at all during dinner, he and his mom would usually have a quiet dinner and sometimes talk about work stuff, while I would wait around in the kitchen sorting the dishes, leftovers and the likes. Afterwhich they would go to bed, while I round up my chores.

Although, this particular evening happened to be a bit different. I had just set dinner for Mrs Munroe and her son, on the dining, they were engrossed in a pretty serious conversation, we hadnt spoken since he got back from the office, he seemed unpleasantly tensed so I just tried to avoid being around the dining, they were havimg these kind of whispered conversation, and occasionally, one could hear Mason raise his voice a bit and would immediately reduce it to a whisper. Immediately I was done serving I hung around in the kitchen, it wasn’t long after, I heard the chair scraping the floor and Mason had just walked out of the conversation he was having with his mum. When I came in she had a shocked expression on her face, she dropped her spoon, looked over to me, “wrap this up”, she said in a commanding tone, she took her glass of wine and headed upstairs in the same dirrection as Mason.

Dinner was fast!, I said to myself, I immediately cleared up the table, packed what I could for myself and headed to my room, I still had my palettes and brushes to wash sso I just took them with me into the shower.

Having my bathh at night was literally my favorite part of my day here, I had on some music in the bathroom as I had my bath, I washed my hair alongside, I was feeling good and ready for bed. I came out to my room, already dressed in my usual shorts and a shirt, drying my air with another one of my shirts, when I noticed Mason standimg by the pool opposite my window/sliding doors. He motinoed to me by waving, I waved back, he didn’t look as enthusiastic as he would usually look, then he motioned at me to come outside.