2: Grumpy boss

Jace

After I left the club and arrived home, I hopped on to the couch and carelessly designed the floors with my clothes, shoes.

I was determined to have a long night rest which was quite important for my 25-year-old self that barely slept but worked my ass out all the time, to be the billionaire I was.

I took a quick shower and changed into a singlet and sweatpants.

I had received a call from Mr Bones earlier today that there was going to be the arrival of my new maid tonight and I wondered why the hell they hadn't arrived yet.

I was really hungry but I can't cook. And, I was tired of making cereal most of the time since I didn't like foods that weren't prepared in a kitchen that belonged to my house.

I could easily and boringly wait for the maid but I was starving and really tired so I threw myself to the couch and decided to watch television.

The television's screen was suddenly playing a romantic movie where the couple were being so intimate; cuddling each other and being all romantic like their lives depended on it.

"Stupid much?" I spat. Romance was a thing that wasn't 'real' to me because you could get easily heartbroken. And for a person like me that didn't like people, not to mention trust them, I could really do with less romance but that didn't mean I didn't love women. I was a man for all the women.

I immediately turned off the television and went for my laptop that sat on the Spanish center table at the middle of a set of huge black sofas forming a rectangular shape.

I had to do some work-related things, sending emails and receiving emails from my secretary, John.

After I was done with all of that, I concluded that it was time I went to bed, whether or not Mr Bones was ready to arrive. I was going to make sure they rang the doorbell all night long and I wasn't going to answer it.

Unluckily for me, the doorbell decided to ring.

I groaned in annoyance. Why did it have to ring when I was just about to leave? I hissed.

It really took me a lot of debating with myself before I finally and very much sluggishly walked to the door and opened it.

I leaned on the door frame and folded my arms across my chest.

"Here's the maid, sir." Mr Bones said with a bow of his head.

I scanned the petite maid from head to toe.

Woah! This maid was one hot one.

She wasn't dressed in a maid uniform but was wearing an obviously flimsy cream-colored shirt and a jeans trouser that perfectly defined her breath-taking curves even with her slim body. Her big afro was not really detangled but was already a muss above her head.

The way her chestnut eyes started at me made it clear that she was nervous to see me and seemed like she was going to pass out any moment.

She was nibbling on her thin lips and her small nose and thick eyebrows made sure to tell her nervousness quite much.

Her dark skin defined perfection and glowed smoothly.

"Hm, not that bad." I mumbled. "Okay then, I'll see you later, let her come in." I said.

"Come in! Am I starting tonight?!" She screamed stupidly, definitely not matching her physical features.

"Yes, of course." I spat.

She flinched like she had just seen me or heard me for the first time and I startled her. So dumb.

"Do you have a problem with it, MAID?" I said proudly and glared at her intensely. I really loved to let people know their status and that was why I made sure to stress the word 'maid'.

I wasn't sure but her face seemed to pucker into an irritated frown for a short while but she did a good job in turning it to a bright smile.

"No problem at all, sir." She chuckled. "I just wasn't expecting it."

I eyed her from head to toe again before hissing rudely.

"Good bye, Mr Bones. We'll discuss later." I dismissed him and he bowed again before turning to leave.

She looked at him like he was going to take her along and she desperately wanted that.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat and maintained a vertical stance.

She flinched again.

"Come on in." I instructed and turned around. "Make sure to lock the door." I said to her, not bothering to look at her.

I waited for a while and then I heard the door close.

I turned around but was startled at the presence of the maid behind me.

I glared at her. She had to look up to look at my face. Well, she was too short to look at a 6 feet 4 inches dude like me without having to look up. I mentally praised my glorious height.

"I'm Jace Snowman." I introduced myself.

"Like I don't know that already." She muttered to herself but I had this sharp auditory smartness which helped me to catch silent words properly.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"No, nothing." She shook her head immediately. So vulnerable. And dumb.

"Okay then, what's your name?" I really needed to be done with this shit called introduction because I could really do without such nonsense.

"I'm Caramel-Roseline Kentwood." She smiled, conveying the impression that she was proud to say her name.

I scrunched my face up in disgust. "Excuse me? Why would one name be that long?"

"Uhm, sir?" She held up a finger, "you can just call me 'Caro'. That's what everyone I know calls me." She grinned.

"No, more stupid." I snapped and a line formed between her brows.

"No, it's not." She sharply retorted.

"I'll call you 'Gift'." I nodded.

"Gift? What the hell is that?" Woah! Quite a mannerless maid.

"I'm not everyone else you know so that's what I'll call you, whether or not you like it." I stated, knowing fully well that she disapproved of it.

"But sir, it doesn't sound… sensible."

"Who's the boss?" I said through gritted teeth. I really hated it when people argued with me.

"You are." She spat. "But I don't think that gives you the right to call people by the names they don't bear, especially if they don't like it." She said with every form of seriousness.

"Excuse me, young lady." I barked, "Where are your manners?!"

She looked down then let out a sigh. "I'm sorry."

"Good." I said in a low, hoarse voice. "Don't you ever do that again."

"Okay, sir." She nodded in affirmation.

"I really don't want to do this, but I'll show you around."

Caramel

This man was so grumpy and I felt like whacking the hell out of him. But like I was taught by the pack of wolves I lived with (you definitely don't believe that, do you?), It's never good to create a bad impression as your first impression. Thank you, mama wolf, for teaching me that.

"So, that door over there, is the bathroom." Jace pointed to a door and I nodded like I had been doing for the past few minutes.

I had been paying attention to the entire living room as he explained and I was almost swooning on having to be in such a gigantic house.

The wide staircase that led to the next floor was opposite to the main door. Then by the left side of the living room, there was the presence of 4 huge sofas that sat proudly on the floor with a circular center table that had a vase of flowers carefully on it. The end of the sofas had other small circular glass tables. And opposite the couch, was a 65 inches television that was built on the wall with a beautiful wallpaper and large paintings on every wall of the room.

The high windows were two on every wall and by the side of the couch, was the door to the bathroom that Jace had just stated.

To your right, by the other side of the staircase, you had a long rectangular dining table with eight matching chairs around it and a bowl of fruits that I mentally calculated as my every second munch. The dining room was demarcated from the living room by an n-shaped demarcation which was definitely exorbitantly plastered.

And there was also the door to the kitchen and the storage room towards that side.

Beautiful and big flower vases were by the sides of the staircase and other parts of the living room where they seemed necessary to be in.

I shook my head, wondering how there was still the presence of another floor after this one when the living room alone could contain about a billion people's houses.

"And what for?" Jace's voice shook me out of my thoughts and was glaring at me in annoyance.

"Sir?" I asked dumbly.

He sighed and shook his head. "Never mind. I can't believe I'm paying for this maid." Excuse me! "Just start with preparing dinner for me, I'm so hungry." He said and started to walk away.

"Excuse me, sir." I called and he groaned, uttering cuss words before staring sinisterly at me.

I was no longer nervous of his stupid glare because he had proved to be as dumb as I should have thought.

"What?" He said crankily.

"What would you like to eat?" I tried to lighten up the mood with a smile.

"Get out, now." He half-yelled, "use your brains and think of anything to cook. I doubt if you even have brains." He hissed and walked away.

I stared at him with my mouth in agape. What was that for?!

Oh, he didn't just insult me. I was starting to foam in the mouth but I thanked God that I was able to control my anger at the moment and remembered that 'first impression matters a lot'.

We shall see who's got brains. But one thing was sure, I wasn't going to let this jerk keep on insulting me and I'll remain silent like a dumbass.

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