Work As His Maid

"What's the matter? Cat got you tongue?" He asked with a straight face, placing his hand on the doorframe, his aura screaming masculinity and his imposing height.

Cecilia gulped hard and cautioned herself not to stare too much but she couldn't help it. "Uhmm...hmmm."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for helping me out last night and I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Cecilia apologized, bowing her head.

Miguel just stared at her, unsure of what to say. He was neither pleased nor displeased by her actions. "So you've been pretending like you didn't remember anything from last night?"

"I just remembered." She said, still lowering her gaze.

He narrowed his gaze at her, before clearing his throat to speak. "There's a bathroom in there, ensure you do take your bath and besides, you can stay here for the meantime, you don't look like a native of Spain."

"I'm not. I just came here to get over my heartbreak."

"Hmm. Then you can stay here for the meantime and don't forget you won't be living in here for free." Miguel informed his face was void of any expression.

Cecilia didn't know if she should laugh at his words. She let out a low laugh, using the back of her palm to cover her mouth. Seeing he didn't move an inch and kept narrowing his gaze at her, she immediately maintained poise.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked in uncertainty. What did he need her money for? He had everything money could get even the money itself.

"Do I look like someone who's joking?" He retorted, kissing his teeth.

"But I don't have any money to pay."

"Don't worry about it, you can be working for me as a maid. I do need one." Miguel said, a playful smile forming on his lips.

Working as his maid? Cecilia couldn't believe her ears. This man was nothing like her internet crush. She knew she couldn't stoop so low to work as a common maid in his house, back in the U.S, she was a...

...a waitress.

It's no different from being a maid.

"Your time is ticking. Do you yield or accept my offer? That's the only way for you to stay in this house and not sleep under the bridges."

Cecilia didn't know what to do at this point, the only thing she was good at was cooking and probably serving but to be his maid...this was out of the option but she needed to survive in this foreign city, so she nodded her head in response.

"I accept the offer." She nodded in affirmation, her heartbeat pounding against her chest as different thoughts clouded her mind. She didn't want to be his beddy maid and also the one who would serve him. But she couldn't bring herself to tell him to be specific about her task. That'll be way too embarrassing.

"Good. And also, you have to serve me..."

"...serve you?" She interjected without letting him finish with his statement. This was it, he was going to be specific about her service to him.

"Yes, serve me as a maid," Miguel confirmed, oblivious to what was going through the head of the latter in front of him. "That'll be all for today. Arrange your things and make sure to take your bath, you reek of alcohol." He said, in a low teasing tone as he walked out of the room, leaving Cecilia all alone to embrace her fate.

Not only that she have a one-night stand with the billionaire CEO, but she had to also work for him as his maid, to pay for her accommodations in his house.

This was so unbelievable. Cecilia shook her head in disbelief as she started unpacking her suitcase still thinking about the kind of service she was going to offer.

After she finished unpacking, she undressed and headed towards the bathroom. Meanwhile, Miguel was busy attending to some important calls in his study room.

"Miguel, dad is damn furious. He's gonna explode any moment from now." A masculine voice resounded over the phone in Miguel's study room as the latter rubbed his temple tiredly.

"What's wrong with the old man?" He asked unconcerned.

"He found out that you're back from your vacation and he wants you to come home."

Miguel was short of words as the information reached his ears. "Marco, how did he find out?"

"Hey, don't ask me about that. You're in trouble, worry about yourself right now. See you soon bro."

"Marco...don't you dare hang up on me," Miguel warned, his voice loud and daring but unfortunately, Marco was quick to hang up as the latter furiously threw his phone on his desk, gritting his teeth in annoyance.

He wondered who must have told the old man about his arrival.

"Fuck, Marco, hope you wouldn't be the one to disclose my arrival cos you're gonna be in deep shit." He muttered under his breath.

He stood up from his seat, curious to know what the lass in his house was up to. He didn't even know her name. Miguel left his study room banging the door behind.

As he strode to the visitor's room, he heard the sound of her voice, trembling, filled with pain.

Something must've been up with her. He wondered. As he pushed her door open he found Cecilia sitting on the cold marble floor, her body dripping wet and a towel tied around her boy. She held onto her phone tightly as if her life depended on it and she sobbed uncontrollably.

Miguel stood still, frozen by the sight. Her helpless state reminded him of how he met her at the beach. He didn't know what was up with her and how to approach her but when he heard a stern voice from her phone, he immediately understood the message. Miguel remained composed as he walked up to her, grabbing the phone from her hand.

Cecilia was puzzled as he grabbed the cellphone from her. Her hands were trembling as she tried to reach out but it was of no use because he was way taller. What was he trying to do? Meddle in her business?