3 Chapter 3

"What it's just water", Mr Zayn pulls his wet hair back with his hand.

"Yea but now I'm wet and so is the side that I cleaned", I yell.

"Calm down. You say I'm a grump but you're a bore", He moves to the edge of the pool and I walk closer to him.

"What if I like being a bore", I sit down.

"What if I like being a grump", He looks into my eyes.

I really hate this man.

For some reason my heart is beating really fast.

"You called me a pathetic lowlife early", I say still looking at him.

"I say many things".

"It still hurt".

His still staring at me. This is awkward do I get up or stay? Within seconds his lips is on mine. He holds me into place with his giant hands on my hips. I quickly push away from him and get up from the ground.

"What are you doing I have a boyfriend".

He says nothing.

I walk back inside with the bucket in my one hand and window cleaner in the other. There's no one by the storage when I drop the things there which is a good thing. What was he thinking honestly? Why would he do that to me?

Should I tell my mom about this? What will she say? Worse of all what will she think of me? Spencer will definitely kill me if he finds out.

"Jean!", Mr Harry calls me.

I close the storage door and rush to Mr Harry.

"Yes sir", I open his bedroom door.

"Tell everyone we are going to have people over so they should get ready. And tell the staff to prepare the food and dinner table, the people will be here at eight sharp so no one must leave the house during that hour", He instructs.

"Yes sir. Okay sir", I remark.

"Oh and tell the staff to use the fancy dish set the people coming her are very important".

"Okay sir", I leave the room memorising his message.

I wonder what people are coming here if there so important. What if there celebrities, that would be so cool. I rush to the kitchen to inform everyone about tonight.

"Melissa, Mr Harry has given a very important message", I step into the kitchen.

"What is it dear?".

"He said there are going to be very important people here tonight so we need to use the fancy cutlery. He also said no one must leave within the hour".

"Okay we will do just that", Another domestic worker says.

"Oh yes Jean I forgot to introduce you to everyone", Mom says. "This is Anna, she's round about your age and this is June she helped Anna grow up".

"It's nice to meet you all", I leave the kitchen.

At least now I know I'm not the only one here that's under twenty. I should probably tell everyone else that there are going to be guests here but first I should pop in by Spencer he came home hours ago. The door is closed when I make it to his room.

"Spencer?", I knock on the door.

"Come in", He says.

"I just came to see if you are okay. Did you find a job yet?', I sit on his bed next to him.

"I'm fine and no I haven't found a job yet but I'm not giving up yet".

"Good you should continue on looking you'll find a perfect job brother just wait and see", I assure him.

"Thanks. How about you, how was your first day of cleaning?".

Oh no it went well. I was just minding my own business when Mr Zayn kissed me in his big swimming pool and I pushed him away after making it even more awkward. But no everything went well.

"Everything went well I'm just a little exhausted that's all", Of course I'm not going to lie what did you think?

"Great".

"Oh yes I almost forgot to tell you. There will be guests here tonight, some of Mr Harry's people so if you care to help Mom and I and the rest of the workers please do so".

"Don't you find this weird. You know... being a domestic worker?", He asks

"Yes it's a bit weird but this is now my life. I just have to live it".

I say goodbye to Spencer and leave his room. That was great talking to my brother that way. It feels like it's been months since we have spoken like that. Spencer is really heart broken that dad is dead too, I mean of course he is. Dad and Spencer would go every year to the kite festival in Cape Town it was there thing but ever since dad died his been keeping his distance from us all. I know it's hard for him even though he doesn't want to mention it, he doesn't want to mention the fact that he misses dad every day. His always been the strong one even during the weakest times but I see throw him in situations like this. I know what he is feeling.

I leave Spencer's door and walk to Mr Louis room.

He shouts for me to come in and I do so.

"Mr Louis", I enter the room.

"Ah Jean what's up", He gives off a blushing smile.

"Mr Harry has given me and message for me to deliver to everyone. He said that there are going to be very important people here at noon so no one must leave during that hour", I deliver the message.

"Very important people? Like who?".

Like who?

How should I know?

Mr Harry never told me. Did he?

"Uh... Mr Harry never said. He just said they are important".

"It's okay I'll speak to him about it".

"Gooday sir", I leave his room.

That was a bit strange if I must say. Mr Louis always seems so welcoming and kind absolutely nothing like Mr Zayn.

Meanwhile

In The Mansion

"Zeynep come on you need to get dressed!", Mom screams from the hallway.

"I'm busy".

"Look at you, you've become so fat. You eat way to much I'm putting you on a diet".

I hate moms lectures there so annoying. If only she knew why I eat so much.

"Mom please stop it. Why do I have to get dressed anyway", I nag.

"I already told you we are going to your brothers".

"Okay then I'll dress myself but please leave so I can do so".

Mom leaves the room with a long face. Slamming the door behind her.

...

Jean

Melissa, Anna and I set the table just the way Mr Harry wanted it. Whilst mom is in the kitchen preparing dinner. You can smell the delicious smell of moms tasty soup. And Melissa's well cooked bread loafs. My stomach begins to grumble, now that I'm smelling these yummy foods it made me realise I haven't eaten all day. Maybe mom will dish me some of her soup.

I head back to the kitchen. The dinner table is looking great just the way Mr Harry wanted it. I help Melissa place the bread on each serving plate. Anna places the wine glasses next to each plate.

"Wow girls you did great", Mom says.

"Thank you", We say together.

A ring from the doorbell appears. I hurry to open the door.

"Good evening", I say entering everyone into the house.

They're a lot of people. But no sign of someone famous. I was really hoping maybe Emma Watson would be standing by the door, oh my god that would be awesome.

They all walk to the dinner table where all the sir's are sitting except Mr Zayn.

"Good evening everyone", Mr Liam says.

"Come sit dinner is served", Mr Harry says.

Mr Zayn comes from the stairs to the dinner table.

"Ah my son your hear", Son?

The people that are here are Mr Zayn's family. Now I see why they're so important.

"Good evening everyone", Mr Zayn says.

I walk back to the kitchen still eavesdropping on them.

"So Zayn how are you", The old aged man says.

"I'm okay uncle".

I continue listening to them apparently the young girl is Mr Zayn's sister and Mr Harry is there cousin. This is so weird. And the other lady Diana I think her name is, is there aunt Mr Harry's mother. Well that makes a lot of sense now.

"Jean! What are you doing!?", Mom silently shouts.

"I'm listening to them".

"Well stop. Go get plates to dish the desert on".

"Okay captain", I mock.

I get nine glass plates out of the cupboard. I place a slice of cheesecake on each plate and mom helps me serve it to everyone. While we are busy serving Mrs Diana says:

"Wow boys I see you have new workers I'm surprised".

"Yes my brother works really hard isn't that right", Says Mr Zayn's sister.

"Yes your right Zeynep".

Mom and I leave the dinner table.

I begin washing up the dishes while mom whips off the island. I'm probably going to be standing here washing up dishes whole night.

...

Meanwhile

Zayn

"Come on boys let's talk somewhere private", Uncle Kemal says.

"The office is upstairs", Says Niall.

We walk to the office I wonder what is happening now.

"So boys I've been thinking..."

Before uncle can answer there is a guy standing in our office.

What the...

I grab out my gun from my jacket and point it towards him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here", I shout.

"Zayn shoot him", Harry says.

Jean

"Jean dear could you go get the mop I left it upstairs on the roof to dry", June says

"Okay but could you continue washing up while I go get it", I negotiate.

"Sure".

I dry my hands and walk out side to the roof. The roof is obviously upstairs I think it's by the office. Yes the office.

I walk the way to the roof and I finally find the mop after searching for it. I turn to the sliding door of the office and see all the sir's talking but Mr Zayn is holding a gun and pointing it at a man that was not at dinner. Oh my I hear the gun going off.

I drop the mop and I think they see me. I begin to run.

"Jean!".

There running after me.

Mr Zayn court up to me. He pulls me by my arm I am now inches away from him.

"Where do you think your going".

"You killed a man".

"No I didn't".

"Stop lying I saw it you killed him why?", I begin to cry.

"Come with us".

We walk back to the office. The man is laying dead on a chair.

"Niall, Louis get rid of the body".

"On it".

"Jean you must not tell anyone about this not even your mom okay", Mr Zayn speaks.

"But his dead".

"Yes I know. Now go wash your face and don't tell anybody".

I leave the office. I can't believe I saw that. He really killed some one.

Zayn

"What do we do know uncle".

"There's nothing else we can do Zayn, we have to kill her".

"No we're not doing that".

"I agree with Zayn uncle we can't kill her we know her family think about the consequences".

"If you both won't kill her then I will".

"No one is killing her there must be another way".

"You know the second choice are you sure?".

"Yes I'll do it".

"Cousin are you sure?".

"Yes damnit I'll do it".

"What about her what will she do".

"There's nothing she can do".

I leave the office to go find Jean. That was dumb of me to just shoot the guy in the house like that. Damnit Zayn!

I open the bathroom door and she's still crying.

"Don't you knock!", In my own house.

"Listen".

"Why? Why should I listen to a murderer like you".

"There's something that I have to say".

"Then talk", Does she ever shut up.

"We have to get married".

"What!?".

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