Just A Maid: CHAPTER 4

Very long chapter below because the last one was shorter so here is it. Also I lied there wasn't any E/B cute scene in the other chapter hohoho maybe in this one?

Thanks to my Betas, for giving me advice and correct my texts. (Hopefully there won't be mistakes *sweating*)

Thanks to you for reading.

Bella was tossing and turning in her bed.

Those green eyes were haunting me, and every time I was telling myself to stop thinking of whom they belonged to, the more my fucking brain was doing the contrary. So I was ending up covered in sweat after another countless smutty dream about him and me.

They said virgins had a very well-developed imagination when it comes to sex.

Does that explain my weird erotica dream I had with him in a freezer?

We were freezing to death among the ice of the cold room. He was wearing a beanie for only clothes and I nothing but red high heels, though it was still smoking hot in here. My back was resting on the cold wall; we were standing up, my legs apart and him in between with his length filling my wet hole. I was feeling good and I thought it was really good and so did the white horse with a blond wavy mane that was watching us from behind in a very pervert way.

Huh?

Damn now I needed a cold shower because my horniness was showing. The alarm clock was indicating 4:12 in the morning. Whatever, I'd go to work earlier, in view of the full day that was coming up.

Three weeks had passed since I started to work in the villa and my 'little' breakfast blunder. But somehow I had finally figured what really was pleasing Mr. Cullen for breakfast. This consisted of one cup of strong black coffee -coming especially from Colombia-accompanied with two truffle egg toasts with slices of fry asparagus. Who on earth would eat that?

Oh wait, I knew the answer, only a wealthy person. This wealthy person much known as the big-headed pretentious, good-looking, boss of mine.

Mr. Cullen had remained the same jerk; he was avoiding any discussion he could have with me and was only replying with short cut sentences when he had to:

"Yes,"

"No,"

"To get to the other side, 1.77245…" Actually I had come up with this one. I grinned at the thought of this quote, coming straight from this movie I was fondly obsessed with. But more seriously these quotes were truly representing how minimal and depthless our conversations turned out to be. We were only interacting via the home line phone or when there were people around.

However, this was the opposite with Mrs. Cullen, she and I had grown to know each other.

In only one way.

I was trying to collect any piece of information that I should have had already learnt with the lost notebook. Tanya had no filter or censure included while talking. She could evoke how green the grass was then immediately switched to a complete description of her last night orgasm with her "hubby".

Freak.

This wasn't excluding how she was giving me a hard time in my daily life. I had no more time for myself. My breaks had become shorter to shorter to inexistent. When I wasn't in the villa cleaning or cooking I was out doing the million things she had courteously written on her bucket list then sent it on my Iphone. Not a day I wouldn't receive a text, a call or an email from her.

She had gradually became a tyrant but in sweet, adorable, irritating way.

She was a bitch just say it!

I quirked my eyebrows and nodded to signal her that I was still listening to her blathering, even though my mind had drifted away to Edward Cullen-fucking-me-dreamland.

Mm…yes!

"What?" Tanya stopped brushing her golden hair and eyed me through the mirror, baffled.

Fuck! I had moaned my last dirty thought out loud. When I realized it I swiftly covered my mouth, red of embarrassment.

"I…I mean hum yes, you want the service to start at 7 p.m." I stuttered but manage to blurt out a correct info she had told me earlier.

"Yes I do and I want it to be impeccable, you'll be in charge to welcome and guide the guests in the guestroom."

The Cullens -which I suspected more Tanya to be the hostess- had planned a Garden night party in their gigantic back yard. Every 6 months she was organizing a gathering with the whole neighborhood to show Mike's magic handy work to them. In order to keep Mike always busy with her house so he couldn't water any other else's plants around, Tanya was ordering him to change completely the style and installation of the immense garden twice per year in the waiting of these garden parties. Where she would show off to her pompous friends how good her gardener was.

Clever stupid bitch.

"Also we hired waiters and valets for the night Henry will be outside to park the guests' cars and another will take the coats. His name is Dimitri he's a sweetheart you'll see, I'm always hiring him for events. Anyway he will assist you at the doors." Tanya was putting her earrings on all smiling.

She had been preparing this party for a month already, even before I came in the picture. So she had expressly asked me to not mess up this night or this would be the drowning of her 'excellent' reputation.

And I as a 'good' employee wouldn't want my boss' standing to be tarnished of course not! I thought ironically.

What I mostly didn't want was to be the one to blame for, in case of any slip. So I had put myself under extreme stress, caffeine and on the alert of every detail for the last two days before the D day.

Today.

I was running around the house to check if everything was ready and in order for tonight. I couldn't let anything uncalled-for happened. My ass was still on the grill and could get fired at any moment.

Around 6 p.m. when the cookers, waiters and gardeners were finalizing the last touch of their work I quickly climbed upstairs to slip on my night dress. This was a simple Persian blue dress that was stopping up to the knee, the sleeves were stretching to the elbow and my neck was open by a round collar. This dress had nothing remotely sexy– apparently I wasn't allowed to look too decent at this party, I needed to blend in and appear just like a maid– and the flat shoes that I was wearing were just accentuating my lower statue.

Awesome…

We were all ready to welcome the first guests on time only one person was missing though, the coat valet.

I was standing at the open doors of the large house sweating my ass out and trying to remember every name of the list. Tanya said it was classier if I knew all the names and didn't have to check my list at every new guest appearance. The woman had me memorized more than 150 goddamn full names in less than 2 days.

Fuck her.

I was cordially greeting the guests and at some point another one showed.

"Good evening sir welcome to Mr. and Mrs. Cullen house, may I ask you your name?"

Well done! I haven't forgotten to google the greetings this time! I auto congratulated me.

"I'm Demetri…"

His name rang a bell. The coat valet! Fucking finally! Dude had 20 minutes late. I cut him before he would make any formal presentation. We didn't have time for this shit.

"You're late Dimitri!" I scolded him like a child.

"What? I thought the party was starting at 7 p.m.?"

"But you're supposed to come earlier duh?"

Didn't Dumbmitri know his job or?

His brows furrowed. "I don't understand I…"

"There's nothing to understand except punctuality." I fake smiled. "Anyway, the room for the coats is over there." I gestured him then noticed agitation further, so I tiptoed to see what was going on behind him and saw a waitress who was dangerously tottering with her trays.

Fuck.

I was fearing she would make them fall. I winced and started to walk toward her coming to the rescue but it was too late.

She had just dropped one of the trays with flutes filled of champagne.

Goddammit why did they have to hire such incompetent people tonight?

I shook my head and drew my attention back to the valet who was still standing there haggard. "Alright DimDim," I clapped my hands. "I guess I don't need to show you, you must know the place already?"

I haven't let him time to answer though because I was already heading toward the clumsy waitress.

She was strangely reminded me of someone…

After one hour which consisted of greeting, smiling, taking coats politely and guiding to the guestroom Mr. and Mrs. Cullen's guests, I had finally closed the large wooden doors behind me. I rested my sore back-tired for having been standing up the whole day- against them and sighed of relief. I had done half of the work for tonight and even more given that I had to take care of people's coat as well.

Dimitri, I couldn't find Dimitri. He had vanished god knows where.

Fuck him.

I headed toward the guestroom where the guests had moved for the garden, the place where The Cullens had originally launched the party.

I had missed the big "oooh" and "aaah" reactions when they had opened the glass doors that were leading to the sumptuous and very well decorated garden.

I was always late to parties.

And when I went outside I may have been taken aback by the beauty of the enlightened garden at night. Trees, bushes and flowers had been worked on with finical hands. There were bushes cut in very precise and gracious forms. Mike had mentioned French garden as the theme. He had done a really good work and no one could deny it.

Eventually I remembered what I had come there for: to verify if nothing was missing and also check if waiters weren't embarrassing me and the hosts of the party.

I looked around and found one: Tanya; she was glowing from head to toe the short tight cleavage free dress as red as blood she was wearing was seamlessly suiting her flawless curves. Thanks to me who had been 'generously' helping her chose the perfect outfit. Her professional hairdresser had done a pernickety job on her hair tied on a fancy bun, this kind of bun you would jealous for and that I was always trying to do but was failing at each attempt because God had gifted me with messy hands. She looked overjoyed by the attention that the people circling around her were giving.

I pivoted my head on a look for Mr. Cullen who I have still hadn't seen since the beginning of the day. He was always leaving early for work or disappearing the whole day to do whatever rich people were doing.

Wasting money…. I snorted.

The man seemed to be a ghost in his own house but was still finding time to humiliate or disregard me like shit. The more I was thinking about him the more I felt my brows carved into a frown.

I should hate him, actually I hated him!

No you don't. Damn him and his beautiful fuckable face.

I groaned irritated and was about to reenter the house to stuff in my mouth everything I could find in the kitchen, -the diet that I had started could seriously go fuck itself- when I felt a hand on my right shoulder.

"Excuse me do you know where I can find Sue?" A sweet feminine voice asked behind me.

I turned to meet a cute spiky short black haired woman. She was perched on her shiny black Louboutin-which I was craving for- that were matching with her black lace cocktail dress.

"I know she's working here, like you."

How the fuck did she know I was working here? I could have been a random guest too. Was it that obvious that I wasn't fitting here?

"We meet at the door." She added as if she had read my mind.

"Oh right!"

Of course she knew who I was.

"Well Sue retired because of the aging and all you know." I smirked awkwardly.

Sue was my predecessor as a maid. I learnt that she had been working for Mr. Cullen for 10 years and then 2 more years after he got married with Tanya. But few days before my arrival she had lost it, old age had taken over so she had no other choice than quit.

"That's too bad…" she looked disappointed. "Why didn't they inform me about it?" she asked but I guessed it wasn't addressing to me and that she was more talking to herself.

"You must be the new girl I presumed, let me tell you that you nailed this party the installations, the food, the service… everything is awesome!"

Did she just congratulate me? She must have been the first one to give me credits tonight.

I smiled and played the humbled shy girl. "No I've done nothing c'mon."

"So how is it to work here?" She asked interested.

I couldn't tell her what I was really thinking about my bosses she could be a spy and tell them everything, so I just summed up my thoughts. "hum… long and hard." I answered in a casual tone while glancing at the crowd; not wanting to sound as a martyr.

I didn't expected what came next though, she started to giggle and one of her perfect eyebrows rose. "You do realize that you just described a dick right?"

Oh my… I grimaced uncomfortable.

She burst into laughter when she saw my face. "Anyway I'm Alice!"

She introduced herself smiling, but hardly had I time to answer that I felt my boobs vibrating.

"If you'd like to excuse me…" I said then turned my back to her to plunge my arm in the collar of my dress. My arm was navigating in my bra where I had set my phone since I didn't have any pocket on me.

It's a girl thing.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" I was having difficulty to remove it because the sweat had made it sticky. I was twitching in a very inelegant way. Some people around were glimpsing in our direction. Great I was now the only one being the embarrassment.

Eventually I shove it out and knew it was Henry the front valet who was keeping the cars. He had texted me all along the night to prevent me at each guest's arrivals. So I could prepare myself to welcome them.

And apparently we had a very late guest.

Rude.

I ran to the doors to stand at my position steady. The man who had just passed the gates seemed panic for his late appearance.

"Good evening sir welcome to Mr. and Mrs. Cullen house, may I ask you your name?"

"I'm Dimitri Wo…"

"Mr. Demetri welcome!" I cut him, I knew he was part of the top 5 most important guests of the night, Tanya had warned me earlier this day that I had to lead this one straight to Mr. Cullen as soon as he'd arrive.

"I'm so sorry I'm late I was supposed to come earlier but…"

"Oh no you're right on time sir!" I lied to ease him, and then looked around searching for the coat valet.

Where the fuck did he go? It has been more than an hour since we had briefly acquainted then he disappeared.

Maybe he had caught something when I was re thinking about it; I remembered how pale he looked when I had first met him.

Or maybe he had diarrhea?

Poor thing… I sympathized and decided to believe that it was the only good reason why he had ditched his position and I was the one doing his job right now.

Dimitri was nowhere to be found I had consequently no other choice than do it myself again. "Anyway let me take your coat." It was the middle of September so summer was still around. We had warmer weather at night.

He looked at me weirdly and gave me his jacket. Which I took and quickly went to hang in the closet then was back at my place.

Mr Demetri was still standing there waiting for me to lead him in the room.

"Please come on in sir, Mr. Cullen will be delighted to see you."

He hesitated a little before agreeing to follow me.

We crossed the huge hall then the guestroom to lead within the garden. The jazzing music was still resonating in the crowded yard and people seemed to having a good time. Assuming that chatting around, eating appetizers and fake laughing here and there were the definition of "good time" for rich people.

They really needed to remove the bread sticks from their asses and started to do real shit.

I scanned the crowd around and finally I spotted him.

Mr. Cullen. He was standing there in his black suit and white shirt, it was tie free but he had let few buttons open at the collar and I could perceive the beginning of his strong neck muscles the more I was getting closer.

Oh my I need holy water on me I'm having unchristian thoughts again!

His hair on disarray was still making me swoon; some strands were falling on one of his eye this time.

I could say that he was having a light conversation by the way he was standing around with his guests, one hand in his pocket and the other was holding a crystal glass filled with some fancy alcohol.

We were few inches away from the semi circled that Mr. Cullen and his friends had made. His crooked smile dissipated as soon as he saw me coming.

"Mr. Cullen this is Mr. Demetri, your guest." I gently presented him with a beam. My eyes veered on the man standing beside my boss.

This was dickhead Dimitri. What the hell was he doing here?

"Where the fuck were you Dimitri?" I whispered hiding my mouth with a corner of my hand so the other around wouldn't hear me.

"Excuse me?" he looked down at me, startled by the way I was talking to him.

Why was he staring at me this way when he was the one in wrong?

"I'm Mr. Demetri Volturi."

"What?" I asked confused.

"Who are you?" Mr. Cullen was addressing to the man standing next to me, brows furrowed. He put the glass of whisky he was holding on the tray of a waiter who was passing by.

The man introduced himself politely hands crossed in the back. "I'm Dimitri Wolsgavi the valet you hired for the night sir."

Oh no…

All the heads turned to me.

Don't tell me…

"So if he's the valet it means that you are the good Mr. Demetri…" I pointed him; my voice trailed off and lowered the more I was becoming aware of my huge mistaken.

Fuck me!

At this moment I just wanted to hide six feet underground so much I felt dumb and ashamed. This mistake had just topped the stack of my biggest goofs since I had started to work here. I covered my face reddened of embarrassment.

"This is unbelievable! This girl mistook me for the help!" Mr. Real Demetri complained abashed to the other people around who were previously chatting with Mr. Cullen. They shook their heads disgusted.

I saw Mr. Cullen's chest rose and he exhaled loudly. He had shut his eyes and was pinching his nose.

Oh god. He was mad.

"Miss Swan!" he barked with a heavy voice. I lifted my head on the verge to cry. "I'd like to have a word with you."

He was really mad.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm screwed.

He hadn't uttered another word after that he started to walk through the crowd and people were diving apart to make way. I knew I couldn't escape my sentence and I had no other choice than confronted him so I followed his way in slow pace as though I was on the death row.

Or I should say the walk of shame.

My shoulders slouched downcast. Though I couldn't help peeking over them to see if 'wrong Mr. D' could have my back but he just looked away and blended in the crowd.

Coward!

Then I saw a lady stepped in the circle that Mr. Cullen and I had just left and recognized her.

Alice?!

She popped out of nowhere and tended her hand to Mr. Demetri. "I'm so sorry sir for what just happened I'm Alice Brandon, Mr. Cullen's assistant."

His assistant? What?

Among all the people invited to this party it had to be the only one I bumped into to joke and 'dick' around with?

Fuck you universe! Fuck you very much!

I was in big troubles. I made the cross sign in prayer and swallowed up in the crowd.

GOODBYE WORLD.

So what do you think Edward will say to Bella? What will happen to her?

No E/B in this chapter well sorry for those who expect love at first sight between them or hard fuck directly but I'm more in a slow burn kind but the fuck is coming be patient!

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