Maid for the Mafia Boss

“Meet me in my study at 9pm sharp.” Andrew coldly said. I looked at him, stunned.

I’m currently cleaning the table they just used during dinner and I’m glad they’re all gone in the dinning room, I think they went to the pool.

As being the only one left here, he stood up to which I bowed.

“Yes, maître.” I said, bringing the plates to the sink.

Glancing at the clock, it was already 8:15. I sighed, looking at the dishes and utensils that needed washing.

I started washing so I could finish immediately.

“Nassandra, let us help.” I turned to Jane who just came out of the maid’s quarters. I smiled at her.

“It’s okay, just go and rest.” She shook her head and snatched the plate and sponge from my hand.

“It was you who almost did everything during supper. You should eat.” I had no choice but to follow her since she pulled me away from the sink.

So I grabbed my own food that I cooked earlier. Thinking about what Andrew is going to say that he had to call me to his study room???

Facing in front of a dark brown door, I couldn’t seem to calm down to whatever he’s going to say. Was it about their conversation earlier? I took a deep breathe before knocking three times on the door.

“Come in.” I stopped upon hearing the deep monotone voice but I proceeded on turning the doorknob.

The first thing that greeted me was the bookshelves by the walls of the room, in the middle was a wide space where a desk is.

Maître Andrew was sitting on a chair behind the desk. His eyes were focused on the papers he’s currently scribbling on. It’s the first time I saw him wearing eyeglasses.

“Maître?” I politely greeted and bowed. He glances at me for a second.

“You will be my maid starting tomorrow. Be at my room at 6:00 am sharp.” I fell silent, expecting he had something to add.

“Understood?”

“Y-Yes.” I just stood there, waiting. He looked upon me.

“What are you still standing there for?” I was a bit stunned at his statement.

“Do you still have anything to say?” I asked. He continued on scribbling and writing.

“No.” He shortly replied. I bowed once again before leaving the room.

As I closed the door, I rolled my eyes.

“How cold. That’s all he was gonna say, I thought it was something more.” I shook my head and went to the maid’s quarters.

“What are you doing outside?” I asked Ema who was still outside the room. They all looked at me with a worried expression on their faces.

“U-Uhmmm, Nassandra, Maître Zeke is inside.” Nathan lowered his gaze. I raised a brow and entered the room.

I saw Zeke roaming his eyes around the room.

“What are you doing here?” He looked at me and stood up.

“Nassandra.” He stated and I stepped closer.

“It’s our rest time. Do you still need anything?” He lowered his head.

“Uhmm.” He shyly handed me a candy. This got me confused.

“What am I suppose to do with this?” He scratched his nape.

“Eat it, of course. What else are you going to do with a candy?” I rolled my eyes and hit the back of his head playfully.

“Do you think I don’t know that?” He glared at me.

“Nassandraaa.” He whined. He looked at the candy I was holding.

“Sorry, I’m sorry for what you heard.” He said with a serious tone. I sighed.

“It’s okay.” I shortly replied. I grabbed on to his arm and pulled him out of the room.

“Now, you should leave because you’re disturbing us.” I smiled at him to which he joyfully expressed. I went back inside the room before he could even say a word. Nathan and the others just gawked at me.

“You people go rest.” I told them and started to get ready for bed.

Before I could close my eyes, I ate the candy that Zeke gave. Such a child…

Manang said that servants aren’t allowed to go in exactly two rooms. One of them is Andrew’s study and his room. This morning, I just entered both.

I’m just standing here, waiting in Andrew’s room. He let me in earlier and he told me that he’ll just take a shower. So he told me to clean his room.

But what am I suppose to clean here?! It’s already too organized! Very far from my expectation on what his room looked like.

I sighed and walked closer to his bed. This is the only place untidy in his room.

Fixing the sheets of his bed, I smelt the manly scent in it. Like a perfume that was obviously made for men. As I folded the blankets, I couldn’t control it. The colour is pretty, as well.

Without second thoughts, I smelled his blanket.

Wahhhhh! It smells so good!

“You look crazy smelling my bed.” I faced the direction of the bathroom and saw the newly showered Andrew… topless and was just wearing shorts.

“Uhmm” I let go of the blanket. I can’t help but glance at his body. Especially the abs… Suddenly I saw him smirk a little. My eyes widened as I quickly turned my back to him. I continued on fixing his bed.

“S-Sorry.” I think my cheeks are blushing a bit. Geez, Nassandra, you were so creepy.

“After you’re done there, make me coffee and bring it to my study.” He went to his closet and looked for a shirt.

“Yes.” I politely said. Just like what he ordered, when I was done I went to the kitchen where I catched Nathan and the others cooking.

I went to the coffee brewer and thought of telling them that I am now Andrew’s maid.

“Guys,” they all turned to me and I noticed all of their downcasted faces. My eyebrows creased.

“Are you alright?” They were all shocked at my question.

“O-Of course. Why did you ask, Nassandra?” Said Jane. I rolled my eyes.

“I know you were all affected at what happened to manang. I know that it was devastating but I just want to reassure you that she’s fine.” They all sighed.

“The truth is, we had a fight with manang that night. We were asking about what’s going on in the mansion but she wouldn’t tell us.” Ema spoke. Nathan looked up.

“We’ve been working here for a long time yet we don’t know anything.” I sighed as I walked closer to them.

“Manang has a reason why she wouldn’t tell you.” I said to them. Thinking about what happened to me just because I knew about the mafia.

“We know, that’s why we’re feeling guilty because we never got to apologize to her.” Jane sadly says. I patted them all in the shoulders.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I know manang will forgive you, I swear, you’re very dear to her.” A tear rolled down on Jane’s cheek which she wiped out immediately.

“Now, let’s get back to work.” They all looked at me.

“Thank you, Nassandra.” I flashed a smile at them.

“You’re welcome. By the way, I’m not sure if we’ll frequently see each other from now on. I just became Maître Andrew’s maid.” They were all shocked at my announcement.

“That must be scary.” Jane stated.

“Not really.” They all stared at me upon hearing what I just said.

I started making the coffee and even put a frotted hot milk on the coffee. I poured it on the brewed black coffee, making me smell the pleasant aroma of the beverage.

Out of habit, I suddenly made a heart shape on top of it. I didn’t notice.

I went up to Andrew’s study. I spotted him sitting on the usual chair behind the desk. His eyes focused on the files before him.

I placed the coffee on his table to which he turned his look at. He stopped and looked up at me. This made me confused. What’s wrong with the coffee I made? He raised a brow while grabbing the mug of coffee. I took a few steps back and let him taste his coffee.

He took a sip and I noticed the stunned look on his face.

“Hmmm” he softly muttered. He glanced at me with a slightly happy expression. But his face returned to being emotionless and sipped once again.

“Do you need anything else?” I asked him. He took a look at me and shook his head.

I started to walk away.

“Wait,” I turned back towards Andrew.

“Yes?” I politely replied.

“Stay.” I raised a brow.

“I still have a lot of things to do at the mansion.” His eyebrows met.

“Let the other maids do your other jobs. Stay. Sit there on the couch.” He pointed at a gray couch located in a small living area.

I looked at it for a second before turning back to Andrew. He raised a brow so I just sighed and followed his orders to sit on the couch.

He fell silent as I sat on the couch so he continued on with his business. What am I suppose to do here?

I roamed my eyes around the whole room. There sure are a lot of books, they even have numbers on them. The ambiance is nice, as well. I was always fond of gray and black but the color of the room is rustic.

I turned to look at Andrew since I was also bored. His face is completely serious while working. As he sipped on his coffee and placed the mug down, there was milk on his upper lip.

Cute.

Wait, what? I stared at his presence. He suddenly looked like he has a white mustache. I covered my mouth to prevent my laughter but it eventually got out.

“Hahahahaha” I softly laughed. He turned to me.

“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows creased as I continued to laugh.

“T-there’s…” I touched my mouth to gesture what I’m trying to point out. He wiped the upper part of his lip. There was still a little but I already stopped laughing.

“T-There’s still.” He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his mouth but it’s not completely wiped out.

I don’t know why but I just stood up and went closer to him. I grabbed the handkerchief and gently dabbed it on his lip where there was still milk.

As I was done, I removed my hand away but then he suddenly grabbed my arm. Our gazes met. And I was suddenly captivated by his brown eyes.

His expression suddenly shifted to anger. He drastically lets go of my hand and focused back on the papers.

“Get my breakfast.” He coldly commanded. I had no choice but to bow down due to the realization of what I just did. I dropped the handkerchief on the table and left the room.

I leaned my body against the wall next to the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Why did he suddenly got mad at me? Was it because of what I did? I had nothing to do but sigh and went down to the kitchen.