Chapter 5 Forbidden Fruit 04

Chapter 04

Maria Ysobelle Tan's POV

I knew this was a horrible plan the moment we stepped inside Niko's home.

"IDs please." the guard said. Angel handed him our fake IDs. He looked at the photos before peaking an eyes at us and looked at the photos once again. He made a gruff sound at the back of his throat before giving us our ID and allowing us inside.

Once inside we were greeted by an old woman who must be the head of the staff and gave us our cleaning materials. But, she did eye us from head to toe at our ridiculously short maid's uniform.

I would be too if I was in her position because we were wearing a tight black puff sleeved uniform and white apron that fell above our knees. We were always wearing knee high dainty stockings and two inch black heels. Let's not forget the dainty white bow on top of our head.

"So, you're the cleaners from the agency." the old woman spoke "Are your uniforms really this..."

"Unique?" I finished the sentence for her. Giving her my winning smile and grabbing the broom, I posed "Our boss is a little eccentric. She believes that we can work even better if there aren't any hindrances on our way."

"Hmm I guess she has a point." the woman spoke still eyeing us suspiciously "You may begin cleaning the first floor and the second floor. Please do be quiet when you're near guest room because the family has a visitor. I'll be at the kitchen if you need help."

Nodding at her, she gave us a curt nod before leaving us. Once she's out of earshot, I spun towards Angel.

"How are we going to get out? There are guards outside. We can't just sneak out."

"We'll just have to finish cleaning then we'll leave."

"Are you crazy? This house is huge! And how are you going to find your notebook?"

"Niko mentioned his room is on the right wing. How about you go left while I go right. Then let's finish cleaning and leave?" Angel suggested.

"Sounds like a plan." I told her "And once we're done, you owe me a back massage."

"Deal."

Grabbing the cleaning supplies, I went upstairs and began cleaning the hallway. Before I can start, my cellphone pinged indicating a text message. Opening it, I saw my friend's manager informing me of a photoshoot. Confirming my attendance, I plunged my earphones and put my cellphone in my pocket.

You see, I did saved the money given to me by Chaos. I used half of it for my daily expenses while the other half was saved for my law school tuition fee and books. I know that its going to be hard being a working student, so I'm taking all kinds of gigs today. In this way, I can focus on studying while in law school.

So, if you need a person to write content for your website. I can do it.

Photoshoot for your clothes, makeup or sandals. I can do it too.

That's why I really take good care of my skin.

I need to look presentable even though I'm poor.

Plus, I need to study for the PHILSAT after this. Gosh Angel really took up my review time. I better start now, so we can head home early.

Plugging my earphones, I turned on the vacuum placed on the second floor and began cleaning while singing at the top of my lungs. ----------

Chaos Andrew Salazar's POV

Fucking hell? What was that noise?! Groaning in my sleep, I pulled the pillow on top of my head to block out the high-pitched and out-of-tune voice but it was no use. Someone was singing at the top of their motherfucking lungs. Grumbling, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and groaned in frustration. Someone was cleaning the hallways and murdering a good Whitney Houston song. Checking the time on the bedside table, I groaned once again as I saw that it was only 9:30am. Fuck! I was only asleep for two hours. After 30 hours of nonstop shooting, interviews and travel, I thought I was going to get a good rest at my cousin's home. But, apparently, Niko hired a cleaner who loves to murder classic songs. Heaving a sigh of frustration, I almost thanked the heavens when she stopped singing. The vacuum also stopped. But, she started again with Ariana Grande's song "Problem."

Goodness this woman is murdering a really good song! I can never go back to sleep with this noise. This woman needed to shut up. Throwing back the covers on my body, I muttered a few curses as I scanned for the jeans I threw in when I came here. With my sleep deprived brain and dark curtains, I couldn't see a thing. Plus, I was getting angrier as her voice began to grew louder. Oh fuck it. Reaching for the bedsheet, I wrapped it into my waist and marched towards the door. Swinging the door, my eyes squinted at the light while my ears hurt at her voice. Dammit. Rubbing my eyes as my vision was still blurry, I got to see a blurry figure of a woman on top of chair cleaning a cabinet while wearing the shortest uniform I have ever seen. What the hell? My eyes slowly opened wide as I took in the longest damn legs I have ever seen. She tiptoed in on the chair and stretched her legs which made her short skirt rode up. Holy fucking hell, her ass! She had a freckle underneath her left ass! Is this a dream? I know I'm not supposed to check her out but damn the last time I ever saw an ass like hers was a year ago. She must have felt my presence because she turned her attention to mine while still placing the vase on top of the cabinet. Her eyes met mine and realization dawned in on us both. "You?!"

"You!"

Before I can say anything else, she lost her footing and dropped the vase on the floor. I wasn't fast enough because I only got to reach her body but her head hit the floor with a thud and her right arm hit the floor. Fuck!