Maid for the Mafia Boss

I irritatedly sighed as I entered the kitchen.

It’s the fifth time I’ve been here back and forth from the stairs. It’s hurting my feet!

What am I suppose to do when my oh so excellent boss kept asking me to bring food or drinks to his study. It’s fine for him to command but he’s ordering them one by one.

I furrowed my eyebrows at his statement.

“Get me some water.” I went down to get a pitcher of water and a glass. I poured some to him to which he gladly drank into.

He lets me wait for a second before asking another favour.

“Get me snacks.” And since there are already prepared snacks in the kitchen, I didn’t need to cook some for him.

When I climbed back up, I noticed he’s done with his breakfast so I placed them back to the kitchen.

As I returned to his study, he asked me to make him some juice. I prevented myself from feeling furious since it looks like he’s doing this on purpose. I even saw him smirking.

And now, he asked me to come down and get some water again. What’s his deal? Making me exhausted?

“Oh, Nassandra, why do you keep on going back here?” I sighed as I turned to Nathan who’s currently cleaning in the kitchen.

“Oh dear, Nathan.” I complained to which he laughed at.

“Has he been demanding you a lot?” I nodded at him and started getting what Andrew asked me to get.

I climbed back to his study and as I entered, I saw Andrew cleaning a gun. The sight made me stop a bit.

“Put it on the coffee table.” He pointed towards the table at the living area of his study. I placed it on the spot he wanted me to place. I turned to the gun he was holding and thought there was something red there.

My face became serious to which he noticed. He was about to say something but I interrupted him due to annoyance.

“If you’re going to ask me to get something, could you ask them all at the same time? It’s painful in the feet, you know.” He was a bit stunned at my sudden impoliteness but he just smirked.

“Where did your ‘please’ and ‘maître’ go, Pat?” I looked at him because of his tone and also because of the name he called me with.

“My apologies, but please don’t call me by the name Pat.” I irritatedly said. He laughed with no humour.

“What will you do if I insist on calling you that, Pat?” My face went blank.

“Don’t call me Pat.” I said with a serious face. I am serious when I said I don’t want anyone calling me Pat. Someone in particular used to call me that…

He smirked before returning back to his serious face.

“Get the glass you brought.” Despite my confusion, I followed his order. He looked pleased when I did.

“Now, pour the water from the pitcher to the glass.” I followed his order and filled the glass with water. Does he really have to give information when it comes to drinking? I walked to him to give the glass but I suddenly stopped at what he said.

“And drink it.” My eyebrows creased even more. I saw him smile a bit.

“Are you kidding me?!” For a minute there I thought the water was for him.

“No, you’re breathing fast, so drink water.” I just noticed it just now that I was breathing heavily. He puts the gun he was holding in the desk and continued on what he’s doing. I secretly rolled my eyes at him but eventually drank the water. I guess I really am thirsty.

“Do you have any more orders, maître?” I sarcastically asked. He shook his head.

“Just sit on the couch.” Looking at the couch he was pointing to, I just sat there as he said.

I didn’t bring my phone so I was practically bored. I looked at Keiranz. Why did he even want me here? I sighed and yawned afterwards.

It’s so quiet here and all I could hear was the noice coming from his air conditioner.

I was about to close my eyes when he suddenly spoke.

“Arrange the books that are not on the bookshelves. It’s on the other desk.” He said without looking at me. I roamed my eyes around the room and saw the table he was mentioned. Curious, I went closer to it.

The Maze Runner, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, and other more well-known books. They even looked like they came from overseas.

My eyes shimmered. I used to love reading but I suddenly lost interest when my parents died. I didn’t want to buy any books since I prioritized Brylle even more.

I peeked at Keiranz and saw he wasn’t looking.

I opened the book. I guess I could read just one… just one.

Argghhh! I can’t stand just reading one! It’s a good thing Keiranz wasn’t looking ’cause I’m literally sitting on top of the table, reading my fifth book.

I sighed as I closed the fifth book I held. It’s finished.

I grabbed the books and brought them to the bookshelves. I saw the label of the fictional books so I went to them.

My eyes widened at the sight of more collection of books. I grinned as I tried hard not to scream.

Returning the books from the desk, I got another one from the shelves.

“Enjoying?” I faced Andrew who’s actually behind me. I exhaled due to the fact he’s so close to me.

“I told you to arrange the books, not read them.” He said, smirking coldly. If only I wasn’t in such high spirits right now, I might probably get irritated at him. But since I was in a good mood, it was fine by me.

I smiled at him. See? I told you I’m in the good mood today.

“But those books are amazing. I always wanted to read them but I never had the fortune to do so. Besides, they’re already arranged. I just read.” I explained. Wait, why am I even talking to him?

He raised his brows at me and I knew that both of us were confused at what I just did.

I looked at the clock. It’s already 12:30! We haven’t eaten lunch yet. Not to mention, Andrew hasn’t gone out of his study since six in the morning?

I faced the man in front of me. I pulled him out of the room and walked towards the kitchen.

“Hey! I still have a lot of work to do. And who are you to pull me this way?” I rolled my eyes. Then why did he let himself get pulled? I knew he could just stop if he doesn’t want to.

“You’ve been in your study all morning, you haven’t gone out. And it’s 12:30, we haven’t eaten yet.”

“I can eat later.” We stopped by the kitchen when we suddenly heard his stomach grumbling. I saw he was ashamed by this.

“Geez, you shouldn’t let yourself starve.” I let go of his hand and went to the stove.

“So what do you want to eat?” His eyebrows creased.

“You decide, you’re the one who is cooking.” He stated. I sighed at what he said.

“Hurry up, I’m hungry, too.” He raised another brow as he lowered his head and thought.

“Sinigang.” I heard him whisper. Wait, what, sinigang?!

“What?”

This made me thought for a second. We rarely serve Filipino dishes every time they eat. Manang mostly teaches us international food.

“Nevermind, just cook whatever you want.” He said and leaned against the kitchen counter. I shrugged at his silence.

I got the ingredients from the refrigerator and started to cook.

“Nassandra, thank goodness you came down. I just wanted to ask—-uhmm” Andrew and I turned to Ema who just entered the kitchen. Shocked, she looked at Andrew who’s currently leaning against the counter.

“What is it, Ema?” She turned to me and hesitatingly lets out a smile.

“Ahh, hehehe. It’s nothing. We’ll talk later.” She waved before rushing out of the kitchen. I glanced at the guy with me and that’s where I realized why Ema was acting that way.

“Weird.” I furrowed my eyebrows. Says the man who’s the reason Ema is running away.

“Weird that the maids are afraid of you? Nah, not weird at all.” I stated to which he looks at me, trying to understand what I just said. I sighed.

“Just wait at the dinning room, I’ll bring you some food. Or if you want, you could go back to your study. I’ll call you.” His eyebrows creased once again.

“Why did you have to pull me all the way here then?” He asked.

“So you could get out of that room for a while. And so I’ll know what you want.” I went to him and looked up, he’s so much taller than me. Probably around 5’11.

He looks at me with brows raised. I tried pushing him out of the kitchen but he stay glued on his spot.

“Nah, I’ll watch.” He seriously said. I shrugged at his decision and just resumed cooking.

“If you say so.”

While I was cooking, I noticed he really was watching me and he looks… excited?

When I was done, I started to serve him at the dinning room. He sat at his usual spot and I decided to eat along with him.

He looks at me as I sat and raised a brow.

“What? I’m hungry, as well as you are.” He studied me for a second before looking at the bowl served in front of him.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He takes a sip and stopped. I happily started my meal at the thought that he finds it delicious. Ahihihihihi.

While eating, I noticed he was closing his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Keiran—”

“What is a maid doing in a dinning room, eating?” He coldly stated. I suddenly stopped. What did he just say?

“You’re just a maid. Don’t you dare eat here.” I clenched my hands. He didn’t mind when I sat here and now he’s being like this. I irritatedly stood up and grabbed my plate.

“And next time you disrespect me, I will fire you.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at what he just said before leaving the dinning room.

I didn’t got to finish my meal due to the loss of appetite.

My good mood that came from reading has disappeared. Vanished by the ultimate speed of maître Andrew’s mood swings.

I rolled my eyes. My apologies, I thought it’d be fine to eat there because he didn’t say anything when I sat at first.

I went to our room and sat down by the window.

Why did I suddenly have the urge to cry?