Maid Of Haner

Michelle's POV

I don't trust her. I don't trust her at all. She looks like a Latin girl, but her name is Alicia. Beautiful, I bet with a lttle bit of makeup, she will look like a supermodel. With a body like that, why would she wanted to become a maid? Is she related to Gabrielle? She didn't resemble Gabrielle but somehow they share the same Latin vibe. I know this because I've been friends with the Carlita sisters for years. Well, me and Val of course.

It's not that I'm trying to be racist, but don't you need to see her visa or something before you gave her a job? Yeah, I really should ask for her visa. Who knows, she might not have one and then the purpose of her coming here is to snatch my Brian away and keep him in Mexico?

I took an awful damn of effort getting Brian to finally agree in marrying me. And it was after we dated for 7 fricking years. We're not like Val and Matt. They both devoted to their love since high school, always knew that they were meant for each other. Me and Brian?

We met at a bar, where at the time we celebrated Matt's birthday. I was invited by Val, and from that moment on I had my eyes on Brian. He was the prettiest among others. Always with charming smile and lazy eyes looking over me. Flirting all the way but never asked for my number.

I gathered my courage to ask for his number instead from Matt's best friend, Jimmy. He was an angel. He gave me Brian's number and since then, we hooked up. Brian is always flirty. Be it on stage, or off stage. It was getting on my nerve, I admit it. But what can I do? Brian is truly a beautiful man, and he belonged to the world.

I was about to go down to the kitchen and ask Alice for her visa when suddenly my phone rang. It was Brian on the caller ID. Immediately my smile appeared.

"Hey.."
"Hey Chelle. Whatcha doing?"
"Oh nothing, just showing our new maid around. You?"
"New maid? What happened to Gabe?"
"She fell sick. Didn't she tell you?"
"I guess she didn't. Look, I'm gonna be real busy tonight. Might come home late. You're okay on your own?"

I let out a sigh. This is what I hate when I'm dating him. He always puts his music first instead of me. And I will always turn to my girl friends and we will party all night in the absence of him.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. What time will you be back?"
"I dunno yet. But don't wait up. Jimmy's gotta fucking stay away from guitars I'd tell ya. Makes me and Zacky explode trying to read his notes."
I laughed, remembering that old tall lanky man.
"Okay. Text me if anything. Love ya."
"Yeah me too. Bye."

He hung up, leaving me devastated, on my own and my love word didn't get reply. At times like these I will turn to my twin and my girl friends. I quickly searched for her number and hit up the dial button.

"Hey, Val? You're busy today?"
"Kind of. I need to get my fitting done. Why?"
"What? Who are you going with?"
"Gigi. What's wrong, brat? Brian didn't let you in the studio room again or what?" she laughed and I grunted at her.
"No. He isn't even home. He's not coming back until later. Why didn't you ask me to go fitting with you? I'm your sister goddamnit!"
She laughed again. "Why are you so worked up today? You always made excuses when I ask you out. Brian wants this, Brian wants that. And after all that party last night, I bet you're hammered."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm standing just fine, thank you. Where are you right now?"
"Uh...23rd Boulevard. A joint called...'My Perfect Wedding Day'. Cheesy isn't it?"
My turn to laugh at her. Yeah. Fucking cheesy if you ask me.
"I'll be there in 10. Don't go anywhere."

After I hung up, I picked up my keys and handbag in my bedroom and stormed downstairs. Where is that new maid? _______________________________________________________________________________

Alice's POV

Wow, the view...is this a backyard to heaven? The swimming pool forming a shape of an eight-figure, majestically built in between artificial rocks and boulders - as if you get the feeling that you're swimming in the river..when ironically, the backyard view is facing a lifelong beach of Huntington.

Man, if only I was this rich. What exactly is Mr Haner does for a living that he can afford all these stuff? I scanned around; only to find clumps of beer bottles in random spots such as under the lounge chairs, along the poolside and some even decorated as a form of plant. Hmm. Looks like an aftermath of a party scene. They really overdid themselves while partying, didn't they?

No wonder Gabe always comes home whining about how frequent they throw parties and she was the one responsible in cleaning their shit up by tomorrow. I started to clean up the empty beer bottles and paper plates. There were burnt candles and confettis too. I wonder what kind of occasion did they celebrate last night.

"Hey, Alice!"

I stood up straight. Mrs Haner was walking fast towards me, her handbag clutched tight under her arm. She looked like she was in a hurry.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she asked and I swallowed in my throat.

"I am from around here. Why do you ask?" I lied. The fact is my visa will be expired next month. She sucked her teeth. God, stop that habit, woman!

"You don't look American."

I rolled my eyes quietly. "Look, I was born and bred here. Wasn't my fault if my parents are Latinas."

She narrowed her eyes at me, doubting every word I said.

"Fine. I'm going out. Mr Haner won't be back for dinner either. You're dismissed after you're done cleaning up."

"Yes, ma'am."

"DON'T call me ma'am!" she snapped. Woah. Relax, bitch! Calm your tits!

"Er..yes..sir?" I joked. But my discreet laugh immediately died after seeing her glared sharply at me.
"Yes, Mrs Haner."

After that she stormed out of the house and as I heard the sound of an engine started and sped away from the porch, I continued to clean up the mess in the backyard. I might go and check out those awards cabinets later...hmm.

2 hours after cleaning up all of their shit, I was exhausted. Imagine, you move all around a house as big as this and you have to clean up an after party. I'm not much of a party person, but if you can count go to clubbing as partying then count me in.

But that was all back when I was still in Mexico, attending clubs with my friends from my former modeling agency. Well, I do have my own reasons for backing out from the agency. I will get to that later.

But right now I must check out that awards. What is so special about it that I am forbidden to touch them?

"Woah. Is this guy a machine or what?"

Yeah. There were so many awards in the cabinet, formed in different shapes and sizes. But i noticed there were a few similar ones, only the year is different. Wow, he won the same category every year? I encouraged myself to open the cabinet and reach for one award.

"Best Rock Band Act.." I read on the glass and wood ornament, and felt astonished at once. He's in a rock band! Then everything fits. He's a rock star! Of course he could afford all these shit. Why can't I see it sooner?

The thing is, my father is a musician too. Well, he was. Before he passed away not long after my mom died, leaving only Gabe and me to survive on our own. My father, Eduardo Rossi, was a Spanish guitar player. I used to listen to him playing guitar softly every night and sing to Latin songs just to make me fall asleep. and he succeeded everytime. God, I missed him so much.

"What do you think you're doing?"

SHIT! I jumped on reflex and immediately turned around.

SMASH! I bulged my eyes, as my hand slipped accidentally on the glass award and...it hit the floor before I could prevent it. It shattered..into million pieces..

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

"What the fuck?! Hey, who are you and what are you doing in my house?!"

I looked up. My mouth dropped wide, my eyes hadn't blinked even once...for the sight of the most beautiful man I have ever seen in front of me.

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