The CEO's Maid Wife

JESSICA'S POV.

After throwing the last piece of trash at the dumpster, I came to a conclusion. I was tired, tired of being a cleaner. It's been a long time coming anyways.

I wiped my arms on my apron and took a deep breath before bursting through the double doors with one thought in my mind. I must deliver my resignation letter today.

Thankfully all the customers had left and the bar was now empty. I scanned the place one last time before making my way to the boss's office with shaking hands.

Once I reached the door, I hear the sound of a familiar male voice and from the other sounds coming from there, it was obvious Mrs Smith was cheating on her husband again. She'd promised yesterday was the last time.

If it were any other day, I'd have gone away, leaving them to finish their funny business before dropping the key off and heading out, but today, I was beyond pissed. I couldn't stand anything about this bar anymore, it was like the environment could make me sick if I didn't go out as soon as possible.

I banged the door with reckless abandon and Mrs Smith and her boy-toy, Jack both squealed from inside.

"Who is it? Jessica is that you?"

I scowled even though she couldn't see me. "Yes, it's me. I need to talk to you right now."

I heard a groan before the door swung open. Jack was zipping his pants while Mrs Smith fixing her buttons. They both didn't feel ashamed about me seeing them from what I could see.

"What is it that couldn't wait? I'll have you know that I'll be writing this down in your strike book," she said, pointing a wicked finger at me.

"Oh, the strike book. I don't think I care very much about that anymore," I crossed my arms with a fierce look on my face.

Mrs Smith was by far the worst boss I'd ever had in my life, and I'd had many. What kind of boss doesn't pay you for three months and treats you like a sex worker? Mrs Smith. I was not really mad about the salary part- because she'd promised to pay when she had the money and I'd believed her until o find out how much money she'd been spending on purchasing the stupid drugs she took-I was mad about the fact that she constantly made me feel cheap in the hands of the customers. There was even a day when she purposely set me up with some man that could be my grandpa and when it went south, she claimed she had no hand in it, the man was just a pervert. The woman had actually collected money from the man to take me home. If the man wasn't that frail he would've had his way with me.

But it was over now. No more slaving off for someone like her who clearly didn't deserve it. "I'm resigning. I can't work with you anymore," I declared.

Her eye twitched with surprise. She couldn't believe it. "You are resigning?" Jack who was besides her looked so uninterested, it was funny. When would she realise the guy doesn't care about her?

"Did I stutter?" I used her won words against her and it felt damn good. I should do this more-standing up for myself.

She couldn't glower more if she tried. "You don't get to resign, I get to fire you. You're fired!"

It didn't surprise me, she was that petty. "Fine," I threw my hands up and flung the key to her disorganised desk, a lace thong and black boxers were even lying there. Gross.

Jack sighed, rubbing her shoulders. "Mommy, leave this girl. If she wants to resign she's free. Let her go and let's go back to the fun."

For the first time, I agreed with Jack. "He's right."

Mrs Smith looked so annoyed she could explode. I had a feeling she would bring out a knife and stab me until she smiled, actually smiled out of nowhere.

"Okay. You're free," she said, still smiling. "I just wonder where you'll take your useless self to after this. Do you even have a home or a family? How would you survive?"

Jack hissed in mockery and they both chuckled. "Where would you go? Who would employ a measly uneducated puppet like you? In fact get lost now, I don't want you anymore."

I couldn't help it, I let out a laugh. It was funny how Mrs Smith had done exactly what I'd imagined she would on this day. I knew she would try to turn it against me-playing it off as if she never needed me. Well, I was prepared. No amount of insult she'd rain on me could make me feel horrible.

I was used to insults. Since I was a kid in the orphanage, I'd been receiving insults, abuse even so no amount of insults could faze me.

"You know what, Mrs Smith?" I said, with a mischievous grin on my face. "I never really had that chat with your husband."

She gasped and tried to come at me but her toy held her back, they both eyed me with venom in their eyes.

I chuckled darkly and turned around to leave but not before saying, "I think now's a good time to talk to him."

"That cheap slut. Let me show her who she's messing with. Get off me Jack," was the last thing I heard before I took my things and bolted out the smelly bar.

Good riddance to bad rubbish. I'd never felt as relieved as I felt now. Ever since I'd taken the job at the bar, I'd known it wasn't a good place for me. The fact that I was poor didn't mean that I had to eat shit from people like Mrs Smith. I couldn't believe I'd put up with something like that for six months. What a waste of precious time.

On my way to my destitute neighbourhood, my phone rang and it was an unknown number. I allowed it ring two times before answering, "Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Jessica Cooper?" A chirpy female voice asked.

"Yes, it's me? Can I help you? Am I in trouble?" As a poor person with so much loans on my neck, I'd always expected to get a call where I would be told to pay the loan or go to jail. I really didn't want it to be today though.

"No you're not silly," the voice laughed ."You once applied for a maid job. It's says here that you can be a maid, housekeeper and nanny?"

I cleared my throat. Oh god. Just what I needed on a day like this. "Yes ... Yes, I'm all those things."

There's a pause before the lady says, " good. I'm calling for Mr Snider. Your interview is on Monday. Would you be available?"

My excitement went beyond control, I almost started doing a victory dance all over the neighbourhood streets. "Yes I'm available. Always available."

"Good. I'd text you the address after the call. Make sure you dress your best, Mr Snider hates tardy people."

I chewed on my lips. "Can you give me an idea? I'm not really sure how to dress. Casual or professional?"

The lady laughed ."You're really funny. Try a little casual and professional, but don't look tardy okay?"

I nodded. "Okay I will. Anything else ma'am?"

"Nothing else. I'll send you the address."

"Okay thanks so much ma'am. I'm so grateful."

"You don't need to thank me and you haven't gotten the job yet so save it for later."

Yeah, but my friend at the orphanage days had thought me to claim things even before you got them so I'd rather believe I've gotten the job than I wouldn't.

"Okay thanks ... Oh sorry, goodnight ma'am."

She laughed. "Don't be late. Goodluck," the line went off and I heaved out a loud sigh.

How good could the heavens be to me? I'd lost a horrible job and not long after gotten a call for the job of my dreams. Working as a maid for the big Daniel Snider would be the best thing that can happen to me. From what I saw when I'd applied, Mr Snider was a CEO of an upcoming company who needed someone to take care of his house whenever he was out to work. The requirements for the job weren't that much so I'd applied immediately-what I hadn't expected was to get a call.

The job was just too perfect. The pay could cover most of my loans and some spare for other expenses, there was free access to his kitchen and also there was free accommodation which was my favourite part. My place was a disgrace and asides that too dangerous, I needed to get out before something happened to me, and a house in the hills would be the best place.

That night as I fell asleep in my cheap apartment, I dreamt about my possible new life as Mr Snider's maid and it was the sweetest dream I'd had in a long time.

DANIEL'S POV.

That's it, I'm done with shagging faceless girls. I stared at the butt naked lady laying comfortably, sound asleep on my bed and cursed myself. How could I fall for it again? I'd promised myself no hooking up until my mum was out of the city, but look at me now standing naked above a lady I don't even remember picking up. I should stop taking too much alcohol.

I tapped the girl on the leg and she slowly stirred awake. "Hey. You need to leave right now, I'm sorry."

She blinked a few times before starring at my naked lower half with a now hungry look in her eyes. "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

She and I know she was only here because of the money. I crossed my arms and gave her my most serious look, having to ignore the fact that she was gloriously naked. "We're done here, so you need to leave right now."

She crawled off the bed and came to stand in front of me, her eyes hooded and seductive but I wasn't falling for it. "Say you want me to leave with your eyes on me."

I peeled her class away from my shoulder and pinned my gaze on her eyes. "You need to leave now."

I was kind of expecting what she did next. She slapped me square in the cheek and pushed on my chest before taking all her items and running out of the room. I wondered though, why women felt they had the right to hit men when it was an abominable thing if it were the opposite?

I unsurprisingly didn't care about what she just did, what I did care about was my stupid body's reaction to what she just did. I needed to get a grip on my womanising before it ruined me.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my mind. It was my personal assistant, Clara who was apparently so excited to get me a housekeeper, so she'd finally have to stop doing housekeeping things for me. I don't blame her though, I know I'm a mess, which makes my house a mess most of the time too.

"What's up, Clara?"

"Good morning sir. I've spoken with the housekeeper and she'd be coming on Monday for the interview."

Oh. "Yeah, that's good. "

It took thirty awkward seconds before she responded. "Have you had breakfast sir or should I send some over?"

I frowned. I didn't think about how much I'd treated Clara like my maid until she'd brought up the topic of hiring one. I've learnt my lesson now, no more making her do my house chores. "There's no need for that Clara. I'll make my own breakfast."

I could feel her smile from the phone. "Oh. Okay sir, that reminds me, Mr Schumann is here waiting for you to come."

What the fuck is Schumann doing at my office? "Why? When did he arrive and why wasn't that the first thing you told me?"

"He said he wanted to speak to you when I'd asked and he just arrived about three minutes before I called you. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner sir."

I felt like a jerk once again, but I couldn't apologize to her. "Okay, just try to entertain him until I get there. "

"Okay sir," she says. I cut the call when she doesn't say anything more and dump my phone on the king-sized bed.

Schumann is my best friend but the guy really knew how to piss me off. Ever since I asked him to partner with my company for a project, he'd been acting like an asshole. Coming to my office at early hours, making decisions behind me and messing with my head, all because he knew I needed the partnership-what sort of friend does that?

Why are our friends always assholes? I don't understand.

After a two minutes rush shower, I got dressed in my usual business-casual look and skipped breakfast to make it as fast as possible. Once I reach the company, I ignored all the fake greetings I got from the employees and just rushed to my office. I know they don't really like me, there's no need for unnecessary familiarities.

I gave Clara a wink when I passed her desk and she pointed towards my office with a blush on her face(I'd never quit flirting with her even though it's unprofessional). I pursed my lips and swung the door open.

Schumann stared at me with an unimpressed scowl on his face. "Dude really? You're coming to work this late?"

I took a seat and rubbed my forehead. "I know it's late but do you really expect me to make it here at 9am every morning without being late once?"

Schumann raised his eyebrow in question. "Don't you expect your employees to be here at 8? So why can't you?"

I huffed. "But it's my company, am I not allowed to come late?"

Schumann's face was deadpan as he said, "you were inside a chick lemme guess?"

Is he a socerer? "I was in the night, but I had a hangover so I I had to be late. I'm sorry," I frowned after I said that. "Eww. I'm not apologizing to you for anything. You're not my boss."

His stern look finally cracked and he chuckled. "Dude. You're the most irresponsible shit I've ever seen. How could you get drunk and shag a chick the day before we're to submit the final proposal."

Same reason why I was so angry at myself earlier. "I think I have a problem man. A drinking problem and a woman problem."

Schumann laughs. "I think we established that since college. You need a break though, from sex I mean. You could really get herpes or something and I don't wanna have to take care of you if that happens."

I swatted him with a book, which rose a chuckle from him. "When can we go see this guy? My head is so fucked."

Getting up, Schumann went over to the printer and brought out some papers. "We have about twenty minutes to get ready. Get your dumb ass ready. Your company needs this deal."

His words sobered me up and for the twenty minutes we went over the proposal before we were ready to go.

We were on our way to the garage which was few minutes away from the company when someone bumped into me. It happened so fast, I couldn't catch the person until I saw her fall flat to the ground with the contents of her old bag splayed around her.

"Oh shit," Schumann said, holding out his hand which she accepted. "So sorry," he helped her pick up her belongings while I thanked God for things not escalating until she opened her mouth.

"Thank you, but you," she pointed at me with embarrassment in her eyes. Some people were staring which got on my nerves. "You can't even apologize!"

I resisted the urge to scoff. "I'm sorry lady. You should look where you're going next time and maybe not be in such a hurry." I wasn't being a jerk really, she was just overreacting.

Her eyes doubled in size and she looked between me and Schumann. "Yes I was in a hurry, I admit and I'm sorry for bumping into you but you have no right to speak with such a tone to me. It's obvious you aren't sorry."

I didn't have time for the drama, but I couldn't hold back, not when people were staring. "Are you doing this for me to get interested in you? Because it seems to me that you were just going around looking for a man to pick a fight with. Bad for you, I don't like rude girls." Schumann gave me a look that said I took it too far and I just rolled my eyes. This lady was obviously crazy, her appearance said so too. Her cheap faded blue jeans and plain white t-shirt also made it obvious she was broke or just too lazy to make herself look presentable.

I felt kind of sorry for her with the look she was giving me. Her big doe eyes looked so pityfull and despite the fierce energy she was trying to exude, I was seeing right through it. She looked at my face for a long time that it got awkward, but after that she bowed her head to Schumann and walked off.

I couldn't help it, my eyes trailed after her until she got into the shopping mall across our company building, leaving me slack-jawed. What a weird lady.

People moved on without saying anything and I felt my body relax. I hated crowds and situations like that.

"Dude," Schumann laughed, placing a fist over his mouth. "What the fuck just happened between you and that girl?"

I laughed too, just to bring myself out of shock. "I don't know."

"That was like some scene from a movie I just watched-" I punched him in the stomach. He continued giggling about it until we reached our destination.

JESSICA'S POV.

With a large well-practiced smile on my face, I rang the fancy doorbell to Mr Snider's house, giving my appearance another glance. Was this business-casual enough? I'd gone to the mall yesterday-where I'd encountered a jerk-to buy some clothes, but I'd only been able to afford what I'm wearing right now which was a black bell-sleeved tight dress that ended appropriately at my knees. I'd judged it by looking though, it was tighter than it looked in the store and I was always to intimidated to try on a dress at a store so I just paid for it and ran to my apartment to try it. Turns out I was wrong.

The door swung open and a red haired lady stood at it with a smile on her face. "Housekeeper?" She asked.

I nodded quickly. "Yes that's me. I'm ugh ... here for the interview." I take a peak inside the house and almost gasped. The house looked as amazing as I'd dreamt it to be.

The lady followed my gaze and let out a chuckle. "I can see you like the house. Come on in and I'll show you around. I'm Clara by the way, the one who called earlier."

I smiled, following her into the massive house. The interior screamed 'art' and I loved it. At the orphanage I used to love reading Mrs Gina's home magazines and dreamt countless times of stepping my foot into a house like that, but I never had expected to walk into a real life one.

Clara offered me a seat on the soft sofa and I took a seat, still ogling the place. "So are you ready for my questions?"

I frowned. "What of Mr Snider? I thought he'd be the one doing the interview not you."

She sighed and pulled back her wild red hair. "He should be here soon. Truth be told, he just told me to entertain you until he arrives."

I resisted the urge to make a snide comment. He wanted me to be early but he couldn't bother to do the same. I busied myself by looking at the arty interior of the place.

I hadn't noticed Clara had gone to get refreshments until she came back with a tray filled with biscuits. "Hope you like biscuits? There's nothing else here, apparently your future boss hasn't gone grocery shopping for a while."

I grinned. I liked Clara, she was the first person to treat me like a human being and not a poor rat. It was nice. "How's your boss like though? Is he the very bossy type or super chill?"

She snorted. "I don't know. Some days he is a bossy asshole boss who barks angrily at you for making simple mistakes and some days he's just this nice boss who's super chill and friendly."

"So he is bipolar?" I joked, and she laughed. It was nice to make someone laugh. People didn't really find me funny, they always found me pityfull or unappealing. It felt really different.

"You can say that," she stared at nowhere, like she were picturing him in her head. "You might like him. He's mostly man who was given a company he doesn't know how to run than he is a bossy boss."

I nodded. So Mr Snider isn't the bossy boss type. That was great for me. Really great, I didn't have to worry about having another Mrs Smith in my life. Those were the worst times.

Clara and I chatted about lots of things for a long while until the doorbell rang, bringing us back to reality. She went to the door and talked to whoever rang it for a while before she came back with a tall figure trailing behind her.

When this person locked eyes with me I'm sure my eyebrows went to my hairline. Holy shit. It was the jerk I'd bumped into the other day, and by the look he was giving me, he was shocked as well.

"You?" He pointed a large index finger at me before dumping his briefcase on the couch. "The weird girl from then. What the hell are you doing here?"

I bit the insides of my cheek. I didn't need a socerer to tell me he was the Mr Snider or his son or something, but I'd genuinely thought Mr Snider would be a full man-probably forty or grandpa age-but to my surprise he was a man. A good looking man.

"Are you my soon to be boss?" I smiled awkwardly, glancing at Clara for help but she just looked confused.

"Oh no I'm not," he frowned. "Wait, you're supposed to be my maid now? Schumann was right, this is some movie type of shit."

Clara looked between the both of us perplexed. "You two already met? I'm guessing it was bad right?"

I nodded and she face palmed. "So you don't wanna interview her anymore because of it, sir?"

Mr Snider scoffed. "I don't even want her in my house. What interview are we talking about? There's no way she'll be my housekeeper."

Oh God, no. Just when I'd thought my problems would finally be over, I had to bump into my employer and ruin my reputation even before the interview. How the hell would I pay my mountain of bills now? I may never get a job as good as this ever again. I needed to do something quick.

I pleaded with Clara to help me with her eyes, but she just threw her hands up like she had no say in this. Well, desperate times called for desperate moments. I started to walk towards Mr Snider, but then the worst thing happened. My leg got caught on an object on the floor and I barrelled forward into him, with my hands landing embarrassingly on his manly bits. Oh shit.

Our gazes collided and he pushed me backwards so quickly, I fell to the ground with an oomph. Kill me now please.

"What the fuck is wrong with this bitch? How dare you touch me?" He screamed, holding so tightly on his weenie-his face holding so much horror, it was kind of funny.

"Oh my gosh," I covered my face with my palms. "Please forgive me, I'm so sorry for the other day and for touching your ... your ... ugh ... thing. I'm truly sorry sir."

"Clara," he said through clenched teeth. "I need this lady out of my house right now. I won't say it again."

Clara gave me a sorry look before gesturing towards the door. "You need to leave Miss Cooper. I'll get back to you later."

Mr Snider growled. "Nobody's getting back to anybody. She's not getting a job here, let her go elsewhere please."

I couldn't possibly give up on this. I have to try my best. I fall on my knees and clamp my palms together. "Please. I'm so sorry sir. I'm ready to do anything you say. Please can we just forget what happened and go on with the interview. I'm really very sorry for touching you inappropriately."

This seemed to make him cringe. "Don't remind me jeez."

Clara held back a smile. How could she find this funny? "Sir, you need to calm down she's really good at the job. She has lots of experience and she's the last candidate."

Mr Snider's head turns toward Clara. "Call one of them back. There's must be someone else ready to do this job but her."

Clara shook her head. "You had told me never to call any of the other women again and specifically told me to hire the last person even if she were a bag of rice. She's the last candidate and it'll be rude of you to send her away without an interview."

I smiled, thanking the heavens. "I'm really good at doing chores. I can completely take care of your house sir just trust me. I'm good at many other things too, I can run your errands and everything you'll ever want me to do."

"This is not a slave deal, Cooper," he clenched his teeth. "I don't like how desperate you sound is my problem. I find it had to trust people who are desperate."

That was such a blow to my dignity, but I'd lost regard for the thing a long time ago. "I'm not desperate sir. I just really need the job. I can truly do this job, I'm the perfect candidate for it I swear. This is my only hope for survival sir." The last sentence seemed to move him, because he looked at me with interest.

Clara gave me a thumbs up and said, "should I still excuse her sir or would you like to interview her yourself?"

Mr Snider finally nodded with a sigh. Okay, alright? At this point I can't stand an interview, but you can have the job since it's clear you need it. Clara you can go back to work while I show her the house. I just hope I didn't make a wrong decision."

I squealed with excitement, going as far as hugging Clara. That's how happy I was to finally being able to leave my old life behind. Oh God, I was so happy, I could spend my last card on beer just to celebrate.

"I won't let you down, sir. I promise."