Maid Of Haner

Alice's POV

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I've been crying my eyes out ever since I got back from the cook out party which ended late at night. Only friends of Mrs Haner lingered around, drinking and giggling in the backyard while friends of Mr Haner locked themselves up in his studio.

I was merely being ignored after Mr Haner gave me the ultimatum and since then he even refused to look at me, let alone staring. I was on the verge of crying because I got excited for nothing. This was the first time I landed a job with someone really interested in me and I don't have to attend audition.

I had to turn it down. The job sounds really tempting but I had to.

I told Gena that I can't take up the offer just before she was leaving with Zacky and they told me to think it over. The offer still stands, said Zacky. Damn, if only I didn't sign that stupid contract!

"Alice? You're in there? What's taking you so long?"

I snapped from my flashbacks and quickly wiped my tears. Gabrielle knocked on the bathroom door again.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Wait a sec."
I gathered all my stuff and opened the door.
"There you are. You're okay, Ally?"
I nodded. "What's up?"
"A package arrived here for you this morning, when you were working. I put it in your room."
I frowned at Gabe. A package? From who?

I opened my bedroom door to a white big box on top of my bed. When I untangled the wrapper and brought out the thing inside it, I cursed in Spanish.

"Qué coño..."

A French maid costume with black skirt and white lace apron complete with see through stockings spread itself before me. Not to mention a set of black high heel shoes came together with it. What the hell, seriously?

A note came with it.

'Told you, you need a uniform.'

He planned this way before he asked me to sign the damn contract? How did he know that I will sign it? How?? He's really something, that master of mine. He'd thought of this carefully, and the way he blackmailed me...ohh..he's a fucking genious isn't he?

What does he want with me?!

I'd say let's get him what he wants. Let him win for now.

My phone suddenly beeped; incoming text. I put down the costume and scurried over to my phone.

"Heard you turned down the job offer. Good girl. I want you to wait for me in my studio tomorrow morning, after Michelle is out for her yoga class. - Sir B."

WHAT THE HELL? Where did he get my number??

"Hey Gabe!"
"Yeah?"
"Did you give my number to..um..your boss?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
I bulged my eyes. That means...he retrieved it behind my back! Damn him.
"Nothing, just..asking."

I paced around in my room restlessly. My mind gone furious. What did he actually plan to do with me? Why is he doing this?

Another beep sounded from my phone. I quickly read the text. It's him again.

"Wear the uniform after Michelle had gone. - Sir B."

Oh God. Does he have some kind of..fetish towards me?

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Brian's POV

This is perfect. Last night, after the guys have gotten enough beer and we brainstormed a few songs for our next album, I told them to leave the studio as it is. It was a mess. Beer bottles everywhere, piles of crumpled up note sheets, cigarette buds mounting on ashtrays, Zacky's picks and Jimmy's broken drumsticks laying all over the room.

Michelle called me to bed a little earlier than usual, saying that she has to wake up early tomorrow for yoga class. We fucked and she passed out. I sneaked out of the room to send a text to Alice, which I got her number from her own phone.

She left her bag in the kitchen and it was ringing. What was I supposed to do? Heh, yeah yeah I know. But I can't help it. I didn't pick the call but instead I called my number on her cell.

Call me a creep, call me anything. I just want her to be mine.

Michelle had gone to her yoga class fifteen minutes ago with the Carlita sisters. She won't be back until late afternoon. I have a few hours before a session in Big Bear. Meanwhile, I paced around in the living room, waiting for her.

The sound of the gate opened and I saw her coming in from outside. She smiled at the security guard and he smiled back. How dare he! I made a mental note to fire that guy soon.

I waited with both arms crossed on my chest for her to open the front door. She tugged her key into the doorknob and finally opened it. As soon as she saw me, she winced in surprise. Her feet glued to the floor as my eyes glued all over her.

"Where's your uniform?" is the first thing I asked.

She looked angry and ignored my question. Instead of answering it she closed the door behind her and stormed past me. Oh, playing hard to get?

"I asked you a question, Alice." I followed her to the kitchen but still, she ignored me like hell.

"May I remind you that you owe me -"

"Fuck what I owe you, SIR!" she yelled. I was truly ajolted and taken aback by her sudden rage. What happened?

"Do you think you can buy me that easy, SIR? I'm not a piece of meat! You don't own me! SIR!"

Oh. Now she wants to turn the tables around? I was utterly amazed by how beautiful she'd get when she's angry. Those grey eyes murdering me slowly but yet those lips looked inviting.

Her chest moved up and down in short pantings as she tried to control her anger, I can tell. I was distracted by her breasts covered by her long hair but I didn't back down. I moved closer towards her, making her stepped back slowly until she had nowhere to run.

"I do own you, Alice. From the moment you broke my precious possession, and signed the contract, I own you. You can never run from me, not for another 6 months at least."

She glared at me with her quickened breathing as I leaned closer to her, whispering;

"Now go get change and come to the studio. I'll be waiting."

I smirked and left her staggering in front of the fridge alone, making my way upstairs.

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Alice's POV

I became this weak person whenever he's in front of me. I tried to defend myself against him, staying mad at him for stealing my information but the way he handled me; so calm and collected, his voice didn't raise not even an octave but his words were stern and dominating. He didn't touch me at all but I don't know why, I longed for his touch. I felt disgusted for feeling that way. The man has conquered my heart and yet he belongs to someone else.

Damn why is this so complicated for me?

I stared at the uniform in my hand and then at the mirror in the kitchen bathroom. I have no choice but to put it on. Maybe I can put him to sleep and get that contract quietly?

Okay, new mission. Let him pass out and find that contract in his studio.

After I was done changing, I checked myself in the mirror again. Wow, I look...how do I put this..slutty. The skirt barely covered my thigh and from the back I can see my thong a little. These stockings didn't help either as they were clutched tight to my panties. The cleavage of the top part of the dress was way too revealing. I had to cover myself up using the apron.

It's not that I haven't worn clothes sexier than this but that was for modeling purposes. But wait, what difference does it make?

I knocked the studio door and I heard his guitar sound emerging faintly. I walked in and saw he was playing his red guitar with blue and stars X mark on it with his body facing the door - staring at me. His eye contact with me didn't break as he strummed and shredded with his amazingly talented fingers. Gosh, how can I not have the biggest crush on this guy?

"Ehm, you wanted to see me, sir?" I shouted, fighting with the sound of his loud and blaring giving. He cut it off, but eyes still shooting sharp at me. Glaring at me from top to bottom, he finally smiled.

"You look great." he said, licking his lips. God, help me.

"Turn around." he ordered and I obeyed like a dog. I turned slowly as he wanted me to but when I reached to the point where I was supposed to face him, he suddenly stood right in front of me. His guitar missing and we were inches away from each other. I immediately backed out but he held my wrist with his slender but calloused fingers.

"You are exactly as I imagined you would be." his eyes boring down my legs. "Maybe better."

I swallowed hard and fought with his power but I failed at it.

"Why do you want me to wear this? Sir?"

He smirked as his fingers gently rubbed on my wrist. "It suits you perfectly."

I frowned at him. Still didn't catch what he was trying to get by making me wear this.

"It's a mess, isn't it?" he sighed.

I looked up to his brown eyes. He had this ghost of a smile drawn on it that I can't look away anymore.

"What is, sir?" I accidentally whispered and he seemed surprised by it.

"The room." he replied, almost close to whisper. His lovely warm breath blew softly on my cheek.

"Jesus..." I said after I realized that the studio was in a hell of a mess! What the hell were they doing last night??

He let my wrist go and went back to his guitar - an acoustic one this time.

"Start cleaning." he ordered. I let out a relieved sigh. Relief but disappointed at the same time. He just wanted me to clean this shit? So what's with all the uniform thing?

Oh so he's the type that likes to watch?

As I was cleaning up all the shit in the studio I noticed he can't keep his eyes off me. Wherever I go, whenever I'm bending down to pick up those bottles, his eyes always hooded down on mine. I feel violated even when without his physical touch.

"Okay, I'm done here. I'm going downstairs to make your lunch. What would you like to eat?"

He was still staring at me, the strummings on his guitar softened as he stood up and casually went towards me.

"You."

Oh God. I swear that reply made my knees wobbled like a jelly. I almost lost balance to my posture because I was too nervous. He put aside his guitar and slowly reached out his arms. I don't know why but I didn't fight this time. I stood still, waiting for his actionx next. His hands went to the top part of my apron and slowly yanked it down, revealing my teasing cleavage.

Oh damn. My breathing quickened under his sterning gaze.

"Next time, leave this off." he simply said and arched his brown eyes to mine, grinning devilishly. Then he went out of the studio and I was left alone, frustrated.

Notes

sorry i was inspiration-less. :/