Maid Of Haner

Brian's POV

Shit. How can I forget the one thing that I always bring with me to studio session? My fucking rhythm track mix that I've worked on since last week. Today Matt wants to work on the lyrics and solo, and I swore that I've brought the CD earlier with me this morning.

The gates opened and I raised a hand at the guard. He smiled gleefully at me. That fucker. He's a big fan of me, mind you. As I drove on and parked, I saw my Black Porsche had gone from the front porch. Hm, must be Michelle. She uses my cars like a change of clothes. She must be out partying again with her friends. Not that I mind, but she can't go a day without partying. Last night was hard enough for me to watch her being drunk around her group of friends. Though me and the guys were there too last night but we called it off early because we know we have a session today.

The party didn't end early for her.

The shoutings, loud music from the backyard - I wonder what have become of that backyard of mine. Ever since she moved here, I didn't feel...I don't know. Peaceful? Don't get me wrong, I love her. She's my fiancee, I agreed to marry her. If that isn't love, then what is?

But I need my peace when I'm writing music and she was always bugging me with the seducing, the loud guests, the partying and to be honest I'm kinda getting sick of it. That's why I've been spending a lot of times at the studio rather than at home.

I turned in my key in the doorknob and the first thing I saw was a figure of someone in front of my award cabinet. A woman. Tall, long brunette hair, with the most..provocative ass I've ever seen. Who is she?! A burglar?!

"What do you think you're doing?!"

She jumped and spun around, the award in her hand fell and broke on the floor in front of my eyes. WHAT THE FUCK?!

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!"

She gasped at me. Her long hair covered most of her face but good God. She's...fucking hot.

"I'm..I'm..I'm sorry! I didn't mean...! I'm.." she stuttered.

"GET THE FUCK OUT." I urged, pulling my gaze away from her.

"I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean to break your award! I'm Alice, the new maid. I'm sorry, I will replace it, I promise!"

I narrowed my eyes at her. So, this is Gabrielle's replacement? She doesn't look like the type of maid I would expect. Gabrielle is so much shorter and older while she...looks like a supermodel. Only without paintings on her face.

"Replace it? You think you can replace that?" I walked towards her, my car keys clutched in my hand. I wanted to see her face so much but her long hair kept blocking my view. She walked backwards slowly too, avoiding me from getting near.

"I'll..I'll try. I'll work my entire life if I have to." she said and I raised my eyebrows. How? I mean, how will she replace that fucking award? I got it for free, and in fact I earned it. It's not about the money!

"Clean that shit up. I'll think of something for you to repay me."

I stared at her from top to bottom, my heart begging to see her face but she kept looking down at the broken pieces. Remembering that I was already late for the session, I ran upstairs to the studio room. ________________________________________________________________________________

Alice's POV

How can you be so fucking clumsy Alice?! Mrs Haner told you clearly not to touch them, and yet, you and your dirty little hands can't stay away from them huh? And now one is broken, how can you fix this?! By working here all your freaking life? It was an AWARD! Not available for sale! God, I thought my day of replacing Gabe will go in peace but I have never been so wrong.

But that man..

The moment my eyes locked with his, I felt full in my heart. It was as if I was choked and I forgot to breathe. his lazy eyes stared straight at me, undressing me quietly by the way his pupils moved - and the way he slowly paced forward in an intimidating and dominating way. His voice doesn't sound harsh but the tone that he used, made my knees buckled and my stomach churned. He told me to clean this up and he will think of how I can repay him later. My God. I hope I won't have to replace Gabe forever..I still need to find a proper modeling job here or I'm a disgrace to myself.

Slowly I picked up the broken glass, commemorating his band's name and the award that they've been given to.

"Avenged...Sevenfold..MTV Music Award.."

I've heard of that name before..but where..? Probably from some of my friends in my former modeling agency or class or whatever. And probably not my type of music either because I've never made an effort to listen to it.

"By the way," a voice appeared behind me and I stood up straight from bending down. There he was, making his indifferent face in front of me and his thin lips bore an angry expression.

"What's your name?" he asked, quite politely than before.
"My..name, sir?"
"Yeah. You must have a name for me to call? Or you'd rather I call you a thief?"
"A thief?? I'm not stealing anything!"
He flashed a smirk. Wow, that was powerful. That mere smirk was powerful enough to make my heart fluttered..

"So? Still not giving me a name?"
I looked down to my feet. "Alice..sir."
He crossed his hands on his chest and nodded.
"Alice. I don't fucking care if Gabrielle is healthy and ready for work tomorrow but I want you to come instead of her."
WHAT?
"Yeah you heard me." he pressed, after seeing me not responding anything. Then he just took off without prior notice.

Did he just...fired Gabe? _________________________________________________________________________________

Brian's POV

I sat in my car for a while, calming myself down. That ass, man. That beautiful ass. She bent down, picking up the shattered pieces from the floor and I had to stare from the top of the stairs for 5 fucking minutes. My dick started to throb against my jeans and I couldn't take it anymore. She had to get up.

I asked for her name, and finally when she turned around I can see her face. My heart pounded like a thunderstorm in my chest, as I stared at those set of clear grey eyes, bearing a world of guilt and crashed me down in an instant.

Damn, why didn't I feel this way when I look at Michelle's eyes?

Her name is Alice, she said. Well Alice, welcome to Wonderland.


I drove over to the studio feeling restless. Who is that girl, really, and why the fuck did she has a power over me? I've met my fangirls from all around the world and not one I can say attracted me to her like this. Mostly because Michelle kept watching my moves and she was with me all the fucking time.

Damn it. Why am I not single right now?

And about that punishment or repayment method..what do you think I should make her do? Clean my house until she bleeds?

"Uhh...yeahhh..fuck me..fuck me harder!!"

I heard a noise coming out from the mixing room as I entered the studio. What the hell was that? Those guys are watching..porn? In broad daylight?!

"And you couldn't wait until you get home to watch this huh, Rev?"

I slapped Jimmy's shoulders with my both hands and he flinched at me. Not that I haven't caught him watching porn, in fact he watched them quite frequently when we were on tour. But this is the mixing room! And he used the iMac that Frank, our audio engineer, uses to Pro-Tools our tracks. Fucking sex-crazed son of a bitch, this best friend of mine.

"Johnny told me to click on it. So I clicked it." he explained, still the video of a woman riding a man played on the screen.
"I did not! Jimmy was curious! He wanted to see how fetish works."
I rolled my eyes at them, but realized quickly that the girl in the video was wearing a uniform. A French maid uniform.

My brain sparked suddenly. But whoa. Hold your horses, Haner. This is a stranger we're talking about. And you're fucking engaged, man. To a girl that has a twin sister that engaged to your best friend!

But..one time..? Only once? For her to repay your award?

Hah! You think she will get down on her knees that easily?

But..I'm Synyster Gates!

Hmm..yeah you have a point there.

"You're alone, Gates?" Johnny asked, breaking the sword fighting in my head. His eyes still glued on the screen, as they both breathed heavily watching the action in there.
"Yeah, I'm alone. Quit fucking with Frank's iMac guys. I don't want to see any jizz in here, especially not on my guitar, Jimmy."

Jimmy, who was holding my guitar on his lap grinned a set of teeth to me before he turned off the video and both of them let out a heavy sigh.

"Yeah, jerk off later. Where's Matt and Zacky?"
"Matt's in the piano room and Zacky went out to fetch Gena from her class."

I groaned. I wasn't gone for long and they all scattered already? How long will this album making is going to take?

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