Maid At Home

Michaels' Mansion...

A new model of black Cadillac was driving smoothly with two black sedans in front and behind serving as the guards for this gorgeous limo. As it droved in smooth curved wide iron gate with curved top Classique designed ground coated with red marbled tiles, the guards in uniform bowed before one guard pushed the button making the wide door open in a smooth slide.

The Cadillac drove to a path where Italian giant cypress trees lined in rows like soldiers saluting a general. As the driver looked ahead, he smoothly turned the wheel to right avoiding bumping the two layers round fountain with the statue of a woman holding a pot in the renaissance era.

Then it turned to the left circling the fountain before it stopped to ten steps pearled marbled stairs. When the one holding the wheel got out of the car, he adjusted his uniform first before he opened the backseat door.

The eight passengers including the drivers in black sedans also got off and lined in rows bowing to the man inside the limo.

Italian black Oxford leather shoes tiptoed the pearled marbled tiled floor. Then a slender leg in black trousers. Hard rock wide back in a black tux.

The specimen emerged in the car door in the full-back view. As he turned around, he was the only focal subject in the frame. Everything was blurred. Tousled dark brown hair that you could brush with your fingers. Thin well-trimmed eyebrows that sloped downward in a serious expression paired with those light brown deep orbs and kneeling eyelashes. Sharp pointed nose looked more alluring when he looked over his shoulder. A strong, defined, and aloof aura had drawn into a hard line across his face. His thin lips, perfect and ripe for kissing.

Height of 190 cm, he could be the new James Bond in his tux!

"Young Master, Madam is waiting at the lanai!" Their butler bowed upon opening the door.

His steps on the shiny tiled floor were catwalks indicating grace and refined manners he had learned since he was little.

As he went inside their French Normandy mansion, the butler closed the wide entrance door.

Behind the maple tree hands nailed on the trunk and her mouth hung open gasping for her breath, drooling saliva at the corner of her lips, her eyes gawped as she lifted her head at the closed door.

"He's here!" Samantha Reynolds or Sam for short, one of the Michaels' servants, moaned in a whisper.

"What do you think you're doing here?" when suddenly, her best friend Laila, also a servant like her, slapped her bottom which made her scream in fright.

"Ahh! Of all my body parts, why do you always torture my butt?" she frowned as she turned around rubbing her, she thought already tomato red bottom.

"Are you daydreaming about him again?" Laila asked as she grabbed her hand.

She was her bestie but she was two years older than Sam. She used that reason to victimize her with spanking or nagging or if it was her black Friday, both!

"So, what if I always think I am his girlfriend? I feel happy doing it!"

With Sam's defensive tone and I-don't-care-about-your-opinion look, Laila grimaced at her while shaking her head.

"Sam, you need a psychiatrist!"

"You're not the first one who said that!" she just shrugged off.

Indeed, the first one who told Sam to stop reaching for the star was her one and only suitor, Jaden.

Jaden and she had the same age. He was also one of the workers here in the mansion. He was one of the Michaels' gardeners. He maintained the Bermuda lawn and the orchids their Madam Lauren had planted.

He was also her neighbor in their small village which was an hour's ride from here. His father was the same as her dad, a driver of Master Christopher Michaels, Albert's father. He was a tyrant business tycoon and owned a lot of giant companies in the country and abroad. Jaden's mom was one of the chefs.

So, all six of them served this high and mighty blue blood family.

Jaden had been pursuing Sam since they were in high school but she always told him, he had no chance for someone already taken her heart. When he asked who, Sam simply replied, "My imaginary boyfriend!"

She was already in college and just turned eighteen last month.

"Sam, if I were you, I should not cling to him. You see the women he dates. You are soooo out of his league!" Laila reminded.

Like she didn't know the kind of women Albert dated. She could either be a superstar or a socialite or like him, a brilliant independent woman from the corporate world.

She was aware that she was absolutely out of his league but who cares, she still liked him!

When they were passing by the lanai that was covered with floor-to-ceiling glass window and it was by the lap pool, she saw the love of her life talking with his stepmom while they had two cups of green tea on the small wooden table.

Sam halted while Laila was holding her hand so what happened, she was moved backward by force and almost fell back on the ground.

"Ouch! Sam, what are you doing?" she exclaimed.

Her voice drew attention to the two people talking in private at the lanai. Mrs. Michaels turned around while he... he frowned at once.

"Samantha, Laila! Good thing I saw you both!" Mrs. Michaels called them to come in.

She was adamant but Laila nudged her elbow. They pushed the button of the sliding door and went inside.

"Yes, Madam!" they both answered in unison while bowing down.

"Albert is going to have a simple party with his friends here at the pool tonight so I want you to prepare the food and everything!"

When Sam heard he was having a pool party, she imagined him and his friends' girlfriends. Sure, the pool was going to be wild tonight she thought.

When she glanced at him, he was also looking at her. She suddenly became conscious with her looks that she felt burning red on her cheeks and it reached her ears.

"Did you eat something luscious that you forgot to wipe your face?" his stone-cold voice stunned her to the core that she stammered as she pondered on what he said.

"Excuse me, Young Master! What is it?" she asked in a very respectful manner avoiding pissing him.

But he didn't reply. He sneered instead. Till it was Laila who gestured her to touch the corner of her mouth.

She slowly did what she said and was shocked to the core. There it was! One of the most embarrassing moments of her life was witnessed by him. A drool spot at the corner of her lips!

She turned around and wiped it with her hand while pursing her lips and glaring at Laila. If Laila could read her mind, Sam was cursing her in her thoughts.

"Yes, Madam. We'll do it right away!" Laila replied in haste as she dragged her again leaving their masters staring at them.

When they arrived at the servant's quarter, she scolded her right away.

"Why you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't notice it, okay!" she was controlling her urge to laugh.

"Of all the people to see my... him?" Sam exclaimed.

She could still feel her face burning in probably at the moment beet red.

"Sam, you need help. Really!" Laila uttered instead.

"Why does Sam need help?" when Jaden came in still wearing gardening gloves and dungarees.

"She drooled in front of her prince charming!" Laila chuckled.

"What? You're exaggerating! Young Master just saw something at the corner of my mouth!" she corrected.

Jaden squinted his eyes on her like she was a bug in the garden.

"What you said and what Laila said were the same!" he then uttered with a tone of jealousy.

"Whatever!" Sam shrugged off her shoulders and left the two alone in the quarter.

As she was going to the kitchen to check on what to buy for the party, she accidentally bumped into a strong broad chest. It hit her head hard and she irked in pain.

"When are you going to stop being clumsy!"

That voice!

She was startled upon hearing his roar. She didn't care if he was going to scold her the whole day for as long as she could hear his deep baritone voice and be with him this close.

For her, this was once in a lifetime!

"I'm sorry, Young Master! I was not paying attention!" she softly whispered as she lifted her head.

With his height, she was a bit short even maybe if she wore stilettos.

"Exactly my question! When will you stop being clumsy? The servants in this mansion are trained to be tactful and moved with elegance. Could you do that for me this evening?" he stressed every word onto her face.

"Sir?" she just gawked at him.

"D*mn, I can't think well if I am this close to him!" she complained inwardly.

She was stammering and her legs were wobbling like legs of broken furniture.

"I said, could you not embarrass me this evening?" he made his voice louder which made her almost jump to her feet.

"Yes, Young Master!" She immediately uttered as she bowed her head.

He walked past her right away. Pursing her lips hard, Sam scolded herself in an instant.

"St*pid!"

The wild night came and the servants from the mansion had never been this busy. Orders and demands here, there, and everywhere. Even Sam and Laila were getting dizzy obeying the demands of these young billionaires.

Who were they?

Sitting on the marbled stairs of the pool was Albert's bestfriend since his primary days. His name was Edward Carter or CEO Eddie Carter for his employees and the media. He was the CEO of their three decades international commerce the Carter Homes Inc. They developed condominiums and hotels in this country and overseas. He was as tall as Albert, good-looking, and a real player. He was actually hanging his gorgeous arms to the shoulders of two famous models at the moment.

Not far from him was another young master from a noble clan. But this one was a little tamer. At least he stuck to one woman at a time principle. But he also changed girlfriends like he was just changing his outfits from his wide built-in closet.

How did people know he had that?

It was all over social media. Chester Collins, the CEO of the well-known department stores all over the US, the Cols Shopping Malls. He was also gorgeous and to top that, he always had one rule to all of his girlfriends- 24 hours shopping spree for any of the malls they had before you give your final sway and wave bye-bye!

Yes! That was his outrageous but already the most generous rule in breakups!

At least he never left his girlfriend crying in the rain or screaming his name chasing after him after an undone last supper.

Unlike Albert! He was cruel. The last time, the netizens saw on the news he dumped his lingerie model girlfriend for six months on the road. The woman made a live broadcast on social media forgetting about how important she looked.

Disheveled hair, heavy sobs, swollen eyes, makeup running down her cheeks, snot coming out of her nose, and she was also gasping for air.

She was trying to get the pity of the viewers.

"To you Albert, whom I have loved with all my heart and soul. Is this how you repay my kindness? After everything I have done for you, this is what I have got being dumped alone in the street of... of... I don't even know what place is this!" she uttered as she looked around.

And the sobs and sniffs continued. Almost all of the viewers felt her situation. They bombarded Albert's media accounts with cursed comments and they even made memes and gifs of his gorgeous face. Staining his name and his company everywhere.

The entertainment media chased him before and after his work schedules till he had enough and put all his 'fans' to their places.

He dumped the model after she was caught redhanded having intercourse with her fellow model at a hotel his friend Eddie owned.

It was actually him, who called Albert when he saw the model going to a VIP room with another man.

After that incident which was happened just a month ago, the media remained quiet. They left Albert in peace. He, on the other hand, never dated any woman after. Not until tonight.

As Sam brought them their orders of Margarita with a slice of lime on its glass' rims, her light brown orbs caught him kissing a woman at the jacuzzi at the corner just by the pool.

The pool lights were dim. These billionaires made it that way so they could do whatever they wanted. Mrs. Lauren Michaels left the mansion after they talked. She went to visit her daughter, Albert's stepsister Liz Roberts.

Sam's heart throbbed really fast and loud like a drum. They had been kissing long and passionately and it was piercing her heart to pieces. Out of extreme jealousy, she intentionally splashed the steaming water from the jacuzzi on them. This made Albert stop and turn around.

"What the~" when he saw who barged into his private time, he got out of the jacuzzi and grabbed Samantha's hand tight.

"Sir, the ladies' Margarita. I just brought them here!" Sam uttered bowing her head.

At that moment some tears left her eyes and she didn't want him to see them.

"Put the drinks on the table and get out of here!" he roared which made her startled.

"Albert, honey! She is just a maid. Come on, let's continue what we're doing!" the flirt uttered.

Sam lifted her head and managed to take a glance at her. D*rn, she knew the woman. That was the only daughter of a famous business tycoon, Lance Swan. Her name was Madeline and she was a h*ck of a gorgeous lady.

Even Samantha adored her looks. She felt defeated. If this was Albert's new girl, then she was really nothing compared to her. Long blonde hair. Blue eyes. Pouted plum lips. Sharp pointed nose. Figure as beautiful as a lingerie model.

Plus, graduated Magna cum luade in one of the prestigious universities in the USA.

"What are you waiting for? Leave!" Albert exclaimed as he pointed his index finger at the door.

"Yes, Young Master!" she scooted right away.

Albert shook his head out of annoyance. When he went back to the jacuzzi pool, he had no more appetite to continue what they had been doing.

He took the margarita and gave it to Madeline. She leaned her back on his broad chest as she sipped her drinks.

"That servant looks young. How old is she?" she suddenly asked.

"Eighteen. Her father is dad's driver and her mom is our lady butler!" he nonchalantly asked.

"So, your family is the one financing her education or she doesn't go to school?"

"She goes to school but she is a scholar and she gets an allowance from the government!" Albert replied as he spread his arms on the edge of the tiles.

"Really?" Madeline felt somewhat challenged for no reason. When Samantha stared at her, she saw her watery eyes. She could notice that those were tears and not plain splash from the steaming water.

"She has a crush on her master? She must be dreaming!" she uttered inwardly with annoyance.

On the other hand, Albert had no idea where those hatreds came from but every time he saw Sam, his blood was boiling really hot. He liked to vent his anger on her.

When did that start?

He still could remember the first time he vented his anger for no reason and it made her really cry a lot. She was just ten at that time and he was twelve.

"You're not riding with me in my car!" sluggishly sitting on the backrest of the backseat, he squinted his eyes on the shy, innocent, looking down girl that was sitting on the passenger seat who's hugging her two thick books over her chest that was covered by a light pink one-piece dress that was just below her knee with buttons in the middle and a ribbon-like collar neckline.

"Young Master, Samantha has been waiting for you in the car. If she won't go to school with us, she will be late!" Andy, their driver and Jaden's father explained as he stared at the rearview mirror.

"I don't care if she'll be late. Go bring her to the bus stop and leave her there!" he roared.

"Young Master!" Andy exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's okay, Uncle Andy. I will take the bus going to school from now on!" Samantha bitterly smiled as she glanced at him.

"What are you two waiting for? Drive!" he even commanded.

Andy drew Albert a sharp stare when he was not looking. He stopped at the nearest bus station and Samantha carried her feet that were covered with simple white sneakers and stepped off the car. Her long silky black hair flew along with the wind forming a wave shape when Albert's Mercedes-Benz sped off. She stared at the car disappearing on the horizon before she sat on the bench at the bus stop.

She was a new student at Georgetown International School. Albert's dad encouraged her to try taking the entrance test and she passed. Not just that, she became a scholar in an instant. She became Albert's schoolmate since then.

As a result of taking the bus, she was late on her first day. The school was strict and there was no room for consideration when it came to punishment. Samantha was told to help the servers in the canteen at lunchtime as her penance.

When Albert saw her serving food in the canteen, he already had an idea that she was indeed late. A little guilt pierced his heart especially when some of the so-called spoiled brats children queueing in line started bullying her.

"Hey, you hurry up!" Vanessa frowned at her baffled back and forth movement.

"Gosh, I can't believe Albert's servant studies here!" Sylvia shook her head.

"Got a problem here?" Albert uttered behind them which made Sam drop the big spoon on the tray of one of their meals.

"Albert, look! She's making the food dirty!" Vanessa who had a crush on him turned around and whined in front of him.

When he stared at Sam who couldn't look him in the eye, he tapped the glass shelf that was covering the meals.

"Hurry up!" he gently uttered.

Sam was stunned with his kind gesture that was totally different that morning that she lifted her head and smiled. She quickly moved and served each of the students their meal.

He was still in deep thoughts recalling the past when he felt Madeline's hand inside of his trunk.

"Not here, okay? Eddie and Chester are present!" he whispered to her hair.

"Hmm! Okay!" Madeline left a flirting moan as she slowly leaned back on her broad chest.

Albert drank the last liquid of brandy in his glass as he lifted his head. He couldn't forget how Samantha experienced daily bullying in their school before. He continued recalling every episode of their past.

Eight years ago...

The next day, Samantha needed to wake up early to catch the first bus. Her little feet had to walk for 200 meters passing by the tall cypress trees before she could reach the wide iron gate.

After that, she had to walk for another 200 meters going to the bus stop for the mansion was situated in a private residence where only exclusive taxis were allowed to go inside. The time she arrived at the bus stop, either she was sweating all over or gasping for air.

"At least, I still have 5 minutes to rest before the bus arrives!" she murmured as she sat on the bench.

When she saw a black luxurious Mercedes-Benz turning right passing by the stop, she hoped the one riding on the backseat would see her situation and his conscience would kick him hard but h*ck No!

That will never happen she thought as she ignored the Michaels' car that just drove by. When the bus arrived, she got up at once and waited for it to stop.

As it stopped in front of her, the automatic door opened and a smiling greeting from the driver welcomed her.

"Good morning, Little Fairy!"

"Good morning, sir!" she replied as she stepped her leg up and sat behind the driver.

"You're early today!" the driver started a talk with her.

"It's hard to be late for school. The punishment is killing me," she joked as she glanced at the window.

"You're right! You should always come at this time from now on!" the driver glanced at her from the rearview mirror from time to time.

Samantha just nodded. Her eyes were glued to her young master's car that was beside the bus. It was red light so they both halted and because it was also traffic, she thought they would stay that way for a while.

"The window is tinted. Who knows what he's been doing inside. Maybe, he's busy texting his admirer!" she sighed and just sat straight.

Samantha had no idea that Albert was also looking at her. He memorized her facial features. She just arrived in their mansion last week but he never really had seen her go out of the servants' quarter.

And yesterday, out of anger he chased her out of his car like a street dog. Although he saw her in the canteen serving food, he didn't really look at her.

This time, he scanned Samantha like a specimen on a petri dish.

"Almond eyes. Cute sharp pointed nose. Little pouted lips. Face may be just as small as my palm!" he said inwardly as he stared at his palm like measuring something. He was even nodding.

When he glanced at her again, she was now sitting straight. Her long ponytailed hair draped on one side of her shoulder. She looked down when she fixed her books that were nestling on her lap.

The twelve-year-old Albert was mesmerized by her simple action that he didn't realize his deep light brown eyes were fixed on her.

"Beautiful!" he whispered.

"What is it, Young Master?" Andy asked as he glanced at the rearview mirror. He seemed to hear him mutter something.

"Huh? Nothing!" Albert narrowed his eyes and sat straight.

As the vehicles on the congested highway started moving, he looked ahead but his orbs sideglanced at the girl sitting on the bus once in a while.

He arrived at school first but he didn't go to his class right away. He walked towards the pine trees and glanced around. His aura was regal with his post. One hand was inside of his pocket while the other hand was holding the strap of his backpack which was hanging on his shoulder. The girls passing by couldn't help but turn their heads and giggle.

"He is so handsome. I wonder who is he waiting for!" one girl uttered.

"Girl, don't you recognize him? That's Young Master Albert Michaels!" another girl uttered.

"I know. That's why I wonder if he is waiting for a girl!" the first girl nudged her elbow.

"Maybe. I envy that girl!" the other girl pouted her lips.

Albert was patiently waiting for almost fifteen minutes before the bus stopped nearby the front gate of the school.

When Samantha emerged on the door frame, his face left a slight smile. He followed her direction with his gaze and when she was already inside of the entrance, he left and went to his first class.

Samantha hastily strode towards her first period which was Physical Education. Their teacher said they'll have a volleyball game today.

"Nice! I can see the school's basketball team practicing!" Andrea, a cheeky but also kindhearted student jumped to her seat right away.

She was sitting beside Samantha so even she smiled at Andrea's gesture. While fixing her books on her desk, Andrea nudged her elbow.

"Your name is Samantha, right?"

"Yes!" she nodded with a smile.

"I'm Andrea. Can I call you Sam?" she held her hand.

"Yes, you can call me Sam. Nice to meet you, Andrea!" she uttered as she accepted her handshake.

When they're heading to the gym, Andrea kept on talking.

"I hope the basketball team will practice this morning. Can't wait to see my favorite, Albert Michaels haay!" she said while heaving a sigh of admiration.

Samantha glanced at her upon hearing Albert's name. She twitched her lips at once.

"If only you know, he is an arrogant self-centered person, hmp!" Samantha snorted.

"What's wrong?" Andrea asked when she saw her expression.

"Huh? Nothing!" Denying while glancing around. But when Andrea gasped, she glanced in the direction she was staring at.

"Sam, he's here. Oh my! He's so handsome!" she giggled while holding Samantha's hand.

She just nodded while smiling. Deep inside she was not convinced.

"He has only flawless snow-white skin, long slender legs, and thick tousled hair. Same with other students!" she uttered inwardly.

After about a few minutes, they started playing. Andrea and Samantha were on the same team. Their PE uniform was a grey and blue shiny shirt and blue shorts. They had their names or nicknames at the back of their shirts and their numbers in big writes like a uniform of a basketball player but with short sleeves.

In the other court that was just divided by an adjustable thick glass wall and height as high as 200 cm, the varsity team could see and hear the girls playing volleyball.

"Bro, belles!" Eddie smiled as he gestured for Albert to turn around.

When he looked at what Eddie was referring to, he caught a glimpse at the one serving.

"Woo! She's pretty!" Eddie uttered.

"Who?" Albert asked. His focus was on the one serving the ball.

"Who else? The server! Can't you see? Look at those legs!" Eddie smiled.

Albert frowned right away. That's when Chester went towards them.

"She seems new. I saw her serving in the Canteen yesterday. Hey! She turned around. What's her name?" Chester excitingly exclaimed.

"Sam! Cute!" Eddie replied.

"We're supposed to be practicing not spying around!" Albert roared as he left his friends and went to the dressing room.

"What's the matter with him?" Eddie and Chester were left dumbfounded.

"Don't know! So, are you going to introduce yourself?" Chester teased.

"Bro, we're still in the primary years. Not yet the right time!" Eddie chuckled.

"But at least start knowing her background!" Chester suggested.

"You're right about that!" Eddie nodded while his eyes were fixed on Samantha.

At that time, Samantha focused on playing when she felt some prying eyes looking in their direction. When she took a glance at the other court, she saw Albert and his friends staring at her.

"Hey, are they looking at us?" Andrea who was beside her asked.

"I don't know!" she replied as she walloped the ball going to the other team.

After their game, she was wiping her face and neck with a hand towel when Eddie and Chester approached them.

"Sam, right? I'm Eddie!" wearing his best smile and stretching his soft hand, Samantha just stared at him.

"Yes, her name is Sam. I'm Andrea!" she accepted Eddie's handshake of which the latter gestured a 'thank you for saving me from embarrassment' wink.

"My name is Chester. Is your friend a new student here?" he asked not removing his eyes from the fierce-looking girl beside Andrea.

"Yes, she is. It's her first day yesterday!" Andrea replied while she glanced at Samantha.

That's when Albert went towards them.

"Hey! You take the car with me later!" he condescendingly uttered.

"Yes, Young Master!" she startled and stammered on her reply.

Even the three were surprised!

"What? She lives in your mansion, bro?" Eddie's eyes went wide.

"Sam, are you one of the Michaels' servants?" Andrea also asked forgetting they were just ten.

"No, but my parents are," Samantha politely replied.

"Such a small world. I think I will be going to visit your place every weekend!" Eddie told Albert which made him frown.

"Stop talking gibberish!" Albert scolded him right away.

"Hmm! We'll get going now!" Andrea uttered when she noticed some girls in their class were already glaring at them.

"Bye Sam. Bye Andrea!" Chester even winked.

"Let's go!" Andrea held Samantha's hand and strode out of the court.