Hate The Playaz
Hate the playaz and their game
Hate the way they do their thing
Hey, I don't know where they thinking
that they got it made
Hate the playaz and their game
-Audrey Martells
Hector knocked on the Everglot's door. He turned around and smoothed his hair as he waited for the door to open. He turned back around as he heard the creaking of door. When he saw who opened the door, his mouth dropped. His breathing grew heavier.
"Oh…" he whispered to himself. He was staring at the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid eyes on. She was young, around her early or mid-twenties. She had beautiful tan skin with stunning brown eyes. She wore her dark hair in half bun, her wavy hair shaping her round face. Hector merely stared.
"Hello," the girl spoke, her voice soft yet confident. "You must be Victor Van Dort." Hector shook his head and realized that the woman was housemaid. He had flirted with many beautiful housemaids and they always wanted a man they could not have. He came up with a perfect plan. He looked at her, giving her a smirk.
"Why, yes I am," Hector spoke in a voice as smooth as honey. "And who must you be?" He walked inside the house, his eyes still on her.
"I am Grace Calman, Miss Victoria's chaperone and maid," she told him. Hector's heart beat faster. Even her name was beautiful. Hector walked closer to her.
"Well, Victoria never told me how beautiful her house maid was," he cooed. Grace slowly started to back up.
"Excuse me?" Grace asked with awkwardness. She continued to back up until her back was against the stair's banister. Hector's body was nearly touching Grace's. He touched her arm but she brushed him off. Hector became confused. Why was she not falling for him? Why was his charm not working on her?
"Tell me, Grace, have you ever been with an engaged man?" Hector tried. Grace bit her lip, but she was continued to stare at him.
"Mister Van Dort," she said loudly. "You are going to marry my master's daughter. This is not right!"
"What is going on here?" a shrill voice yelled. The two turned their heads to see a tall woman with a harsh frown. Beside her was Victoria and small, chubby man staring with an evil glare, equally as cold as the tall woman's glare. Victoria merely looked confused.
"Mr. and Mrs. Everglot!" Grace cried. Hector backed away from her and Grace smoothed out her apron. The Everglots continued to give her evil glares. Grace ran up to Victoria.
"Please, Miss Victoria," Grace begged. "It's not what it looks like. He came onto me."
"What are talking about?" Victoria asked. Grace looked at her with both guilt and bewilderment.
"Dear me!" a pompous voice spoke from behind. "I'm sorry we are late…did we miss anything?" Everyone turned around to see Mr. and Mrs. Van Dort standing at the door with a tall man who looked much like Hector, only younger and without sideburns.
"Victor!" Victoria cried out and hugged him. Grace turned her attention to Hector, who was looking guilty. She pursed her lips and walked up to him.
"You are not Victor Van Dort?" she asked with anger.
"Why of course not!" Mr. Van Dort exclaimed. "That is Hector, Victor's brother." Grace's eyebrows furrowed.
"How dare you try to trick me like that!" she spat. She trudged toward Hector, her face full of anger. "Just because you think you are rich, you think you can handle any woman you like! Well, I am no ordinary woman!"
"Miss Grace!" Mrs. Everglot shrilled. "Do not speak to our guest like that!" Grace did not show any response to Mrs. Everglot. She continued to look at Hector, giving him a sappy smile.
"I'm sorry," she said in a sweet, sugary voice. "Where are my manners?" Her smile instantly changed into a frown. Without warning, she thrust her open palm towards Hector's cheek and slapped him across his face. Everyone gasped. Hector held his hand on his bright red, stinging cheek. Grace walked away upstairs.
Hector was still in shock at what just happened. He had never been slapped by a woman before. He watched Grace walk away and realized he wanted her more than ever. She was right. She was no ordinary woman.