So, I decided to write another book. Now, this has no supernatural things in it. It's a love story, but a difficult love story.
But yeah. I hope you enjoy it. It's like a romantic comedy, so please, R & R.

Chapter One

I hated my life. More now, then ever.

It was full of impossibilities. I thought it was going to be a great, where I am now. He looked great. Dark skin, tall, brunette, nice brown eyes. I thought that I was the luckiest girl on Earth.

That was until I actually met him.

Now, I, Jordan Evans, was the slave to the most gorgeous seventeen year old on the planet.

The Stewart's were the wealthiest family in all of New York. Jack Stewart was the most successful lawyer in the country, and his wife, Sienna, used to be a model. They had a son, Tyson, who was the biggest pain in the ass ever. But a good looking one, at that.

I didn't have any family left. I was originally from Sydney, Australia. My parents died when I was a baby, and the closest relative I had was a great grandmother who was deaf and blind, and lived in Darwin. I wasn't going to move there.

So I stayed with a foster family until the age of fourteen, then I moved to New York. I couldn't stay in that place any more, not with a family like that.

Ever since I was born, I wanted to become a dancer. I wanted to be able to be on a stage, in front of thousands of people, and just, dance. It had been a lifelong dream.

But I was only allowed to have a certain amount of money that my parent's had left me, and the rest was mine when I turned eighteen. So I had to find a place to work, and a place to live, in a city that I knew nothing about, just so I could live my dream.

And it has been a year, since I have moved to New York. My job had a good pay, and I got to live in the Stewart's house.

But I was a maid. That's what my job was.

I was a maid to the most richest family in the city.

The Stewart's treated me well. They weren't mean at all. Instead, they were anything but rude. The parents, that is.

Tyson was like my brother. I annoyed him, and he annoyed me. We kind of had a love-hate relationship.

I was getting ready to serve dinner. My long brown hair was pulled back into a bun, fastened into place with bobby pins. My outfit was a black dress, that had short sleeves, and fell down to my knees. I had a small white apron that I tied around my waist, and black shoes that reminded me of what I would wear to school.

I wasn't a skinny girl. I was curvy, and didn't have the right body type for a dancer, but I didn't care. I loved to dance. It was my release from the world.

I wasn't flat chested. In fact, I was larger than most fifteen year old girls, and I didn't have a flat stomach.

I carried out some of the dishes, careful to watch my manners.

Mrs Stewart gave me a big smile, and thanked me for bringing out the dishes.

I really liked Mrs Stewart. When she was interviewing people for the maid job, she was really nice. She asked about my story, and why I wanted a job at such a young age. I told her the truth, about my abusive past, the death of my parents, and my dream. She had been fully supportive since then. She gave me days off, and she only made me work Monday to Saturday morning. She enrolled me into a school that Tyson went to. She pretty much treated me like family, and I hadn't felt welcome in a long time.

Just as I was leaving, Mrs Stewart called out to me.

"Yes, Mrs Stewart?" I asked, with a pleasant smile on my face.

She grinned back.

"Sweetie, I hope it's not to much to ask for, but I was wondering if you could work on Sunday?"

I frowned in confusion. "This Sunday?"

She bit her lip, and continued.
"Yeah. I'm sorry, honey, but I have some old model friends coming over, and I want you to be there. You're the best we've had in years."

I sighed, silently. I couldn't refuse. She had been so good to me.

"Of course, Mrs Stewart. I would be glad to."

She smiled at me, her beautiful green eyes sparkling in the light.

"Thanks, hun. In return, I will give you next Friday and Saturday off."

My eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, thanks, Mrs Stewart, but that really isn't necessary."

"Nonsense!" she called. "You are like family! You will take Friday and Saturday off. Maybe you could do something with Tyson!"

I swallowed hard. That was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Sure. Sounds good."

I turned on my heel and walked off.

"Yeah, should be a blast," I heard Tyson mutter.

Rolling my eyes, I continued into the kitchen, with a great big, fake smile on my face.

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It was Friday night, and I was bored as anything. I had to get up early in the morning, to set up the house for the Stewart's, then I had the rest of the day off, so I decided to read a little bit before sleeping.

I had just started a page of my book when I heard a voice on the intercom.

I groaned. It was Mrs Stewart.

I strolled over to the panel near my door, and pressed the button.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Sorry, sweetie. I was just wondering, we're having a movie night, and we need some popcorn. Would you mind?"

"Of course not, ma'am. I hope you don't mind that I prepare it in my pyjamas."

I heard a laugh through the speaker.

"Of course not, honey."

I released the button and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a packet of popcorn, and stuck it in the microwave, and waited.

I decided to get a bowl for them, and reached up into the highest cupboard. I couldn't quite reach, so I had to stand on my toes.

I heard a coughing sound from behind me, and I fell back down, in a huge rush, dragging bowls with me everywhere.

There was Tyson, standing in the door of the kitchen, smiling with amusement, and arms crossed.

I was so embarrassed. I was in the worst pyjamas ever. I had little shorts on, that clung to my legs, and were very, very, very short. I also had an oversized band T-shirt on. It only just covered the shorts. I also had my long socks on, that came up to my knees.

I stood there in front of him, pulling down my shirt and crossing my legs over. I could feel my cheeks going red.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked, in that annoying tone.

"I'm just...getting a bowl. You know, for the popcorn."

He just stood there, grinning. He was still in his jeans and shirt from today.

"I see. And you decided that those clothes would be appropriate to wear for making popcorn."

I pressed my lips together, still pulling my shirt down.

"Well, I was reading, then your Mum called, so I thought that there was no point in changing, so I just sort of...came down as I am."

"I can see that."

I folded my arms, wanting to disintegrate into thin air.

"I didn't think you were watching the movie."

"Would you have changed your clothes if you knew I were?"

"I would've covered up, that's for sure."

He laughed, and walked over to me. I pulled my shirt down even further, trying to cover up as much as I could.

He stopped right in front of me, reached behind me and pulled out a bowl from a lower cupboard.

"Here you go. The popcorn's finished. Here's what you can put it in."

"Ah, thanks."

I snatched the bowl away from him, and walked quickly over to microwave. I realised that it was a high reach too. I had to distract Tyson.

He could sense my hesitation, and leaned against the bench, grinning with amusement.

"Um, if you want a drink, you can get one from the fridge."

"No. I'm good."

I frowned, and sighed, annoyed.

"Well, maybe your Mum would like one?"

"I'll let her ask you."

I groaned.

"You better hurry. The popcorn can't wait forever."

I sighed, and closed my eyes, ready for humiliation.

I stood on my toes, and reached up to the microwave, pulling the bag out, and setting it on the bench in the middle of the kitchen.

I had my back to Tyson, but I could tell he was still laughing at me. I tipped the bag into the bowl, and shook it around, to spread the butter and salt.

I didn't see Tyson walk over, but he reached into the bowl and picked a piece of the popcorn up.

"Mmm. Best popcorn ever."

I narrowed my eyes and snatched the popcorn bowl away.

"You know, if you weren't my boss, I would totally kick your ass."

"Like you could."

"You know I could."

He snorted, and I hit him with my hip, to get him out of the way.

"Oh, nice underwear, by the way," he called from behind.

I turned around and glared at him.

"What are you on about?"

"When you were reaching for the bowl, I got a glimpse of your black and white striped pants. Nice."

I rolled my eyes.

"They're pyjama pants, idiot."

"Sure they are."

He chuckled, and I ignored him. I strolled out to the family room, and gave the popcorn bowl to Mrs Stewart. She wasn't freaked out by the type of pyjamas I had on. Instead, she didn't even care.

She was curled up on a big chair by herself, covered with a blanket. Mr Stewart was out on business again.

"Thanks, sweetie."

I nodded once, and smiled.

"You're welcome, ma'am."

I could feel Tyson walking up behind me, and saw him stop beside me.

"Would you like to watch the movie with us, Jordan?" he asked.

I looked at him and glared.

"No, thank you, sir. I'll let you watch the movie by yourself."

"Oh come on, it should be fun. When was the last time we hung out together?"

I narrowed my eyes, confused.

"I don't know. Might have been a while."

"Yeah, so why don't you watch it with us?"

I folded my arms across my chest.

"Oh, no thanks. I have work in the morning."

"Oh, Mum won't mind letting you off for a while in the morning, will you, Ma?"

She grinned back, unfortunately.

"Of course not. I need her for Sunday. Come on, sweetie. Spend some time with us."

I couldn't say no to her.

I clicked my tongue, and looked at Tyson, who was grinning.

"Sure. I guess so."

I walked over to the lounge and sat down, Tyson sitting right next to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him and mouthed "what?"

He just shrugged his shoulders innocently and grinned.

"Mrs Stewart, can I please have a blanket?"
"Sure, honey!" she said, passing me a jade green, woollen blanket.

Just as I had laid it over me, Tyson snatched it off, and laid it on him, grinning.

"Honey, I gave that to Jordan. If you wanted a blanket, you could've just told me," Mrs Stewart said.

I frowned and turned to her, smiling.

"Oh, it's alright, ma'am. I'm not that cold."

I glanced over to Tyson, and he winked back.

I narrowed my eyes, annoyed and disgusted.

This was turning out to be the worst night ever.