Your Personal Maid

MAX POV

I spot Harry waving at me from the left side of the restaurant so I walk there and notice he wasn't alone. Liam and Leon were there as well passing drinks among themselves. Of course Nat wasn't here. She prefers to hang out with her girls and drink about. The restaurant is dim-lighted, making the place look almost gold, tables are scattered across the wide space and there's a soft jamz playing in the background.

"Drinks on me?" I tell the guys before taking a seat and Harry makes a shooting sound. He's always down for drinks especially when it's free.

"Shouldn't you be with Lily?" Liam asks me with dull eyes. I thought I'd be able to escape the conversation concerning my dearest fiance but here I am. I snatch a croissant from one of the plates on the table

"She's on a break with her family" I said.

"So... shouldn't you like, be bonding with your future family on their break?" Liam asks with quoted fingers. Among all my brothers, he's the one that didn't buy my engagement to Lily. He has nothing against her but he always felt Lily was part of Family, like a sister.

"I'm giving them some privacy"

"The private guy" Leon finally speaks up. He's been quiet. He and Harry give themselves a knuckle bust that made me roll my eyes. "But why isn't Nat here?"

"She's out with her friends" Liam says before looking away. Harry stands up and calls the waiter, asking for drinks on the table and I appreciated the distraction.

The waiter came back quickly with some bottles of vodka and Harry wasted no time in popping the bottles opened. We each took a glass, downing the contents in it. The goal tonight is to get shit faced and be irresponsible. Greta will probably scold me for skipping dinner and having drinks instead.

"To Max" Harry hailed, raising his third glass up in the air for a toast and the rest follow with smug smiles on their faces. "Who knocked up a woman and he's getting married in two months"

They all cheered with laughter.

"Lily is not pregnant" I grumble. It'd be effortless trying to have this conversation of why I'm getting married now to them because they see it as rushing things. I've known Lily since forever. In highschool I used to kick people's asses when they tried to hurt her. Now I'm begining to think it's not only Liam that shares 'don't marry Lily. She's family' idea. The rest just never spoke up before even when we started dating. Maybe us getting engaged flew them into desperate mode seeing as I was being serious.

"So why the rush?" Leon asks me.

"I like her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. There's nothing wrong with that" I shrugged.

"Sure." Liam scoffs. "Shall I also point out that right now, you didn't say you love her but like her" He notes and everyone turns to me. I fucking hate this assholes. Maybe I should've just skipped dinner at home but instead of coming out,  lock myself in the wine cellar and get drunk there. Alone.

My eyes go wide as I folds my arms."I do love her"

"I don't think so. You and Lily have just been friends since kindergarten so you just feel you're obligated to put a ring on her finger" Harry grunts. "If she wasn't rich, I'd say she was a golddigger"

My eyes crossed over to Harry "Watch it!" I snap and Harry raises his hands in the air. "This engagement is more complicated than you know and it's for the best"

"Ah, so you're marrying her on business terms then" Leon concluded and I pass him a stink eye. "I wonder what dear mommy would've said, marrying without love. Daddy, I can understand. He's always only had eyes for business and money. Is he the one making you do this?"

I sigh. "You know what? Enough about me. This night is young so let's just drink and get wasted. Hmm?".

"Sure thing" Harry smirks before refilling all our glasses again. "You don't have to tell me twice"

An hour into drinking and talking about random things besides work and my engagement to Lily, I began loosing my train of thoughts and couldn't hold up a drink. It was like bliss.

...

The annoying alarm that rang every morning didn't wake me up like I thought it would. No, because it's weekend and I was supposed to be resting but I had an important meeting by nine and need to be out of this house soon. Yet, my body dragged me out as I tried to sit up so I gave up trying and just laid there for a little longer.

Before I could close my eyes again, I noticed someone sitting by the corner. I couldn't see well because the light was behind the figure and the face was blur. I jerk up from the bed, turning over. It was a lady and she was eyeing me closely. Her eyes then moved low before she gasped and looked away with flushed cheeks.

I look down to see my morning erection through the blanket before cursing and sitting up. What the fuck!

"What are you...I mean, who are you?" I huffed in annoyance and not the least embarrassed. I've got good stuff. And I caught her eyes staring at me, cheeks red like a tomato. She's the shy one.

"Good morning Mr Styles, I'm Anastasia, your personal maid" She blinks rapidly like some doll. I rub my eyes slowly.

"You're my maid?" I scoff. She's young. Why would Greta get me a young girl looking like she's in college or something. It's not like I'd try anything with her but I would've preferred an older lady. Plus this... Anastasia of a girl just begun working on my last nerves.

"Get out" I snap and her eyes go wide.

"I'm sorry?"

"Leave. Now" Came the command again so she stands up to her feet and walk to the door. I couldn't help checking out her behind. She was graced and I damned myself for even thinking that.. She was also wearing the maid uniform that Greta forcefully purchased and it was a bit short so her legs were in full display. She stopped and my eyes wandered up to hers. Blue electric.

"I'm sorry sir but Greta said to be here for you when you woke up and anything you needed, I should give you" She stutters. Seriously Greta?

"Just leave. That's what I want" I growled and she nods before walking out and closing the door behind her. Well, fuck!