☆☆☆ Chapter 3 ☆☆☆

Ane, the Personal Maid

There was a fire of annoyance with Daniel building up within me, and every day it just kept on getting stronger. Lying on the bed this dumb morning, I once again thought of slapping those perfect cheeks of his, as always (and not the kinky way).

"That's it, Teresa. It's awful. Now I have to be nice to Daniel and he doesn't even deserve it."

"And when did this order happen?" Teresa asked, sipping a bit of her hot peach tea by some corner of the bedroom.

"Yesterday. Didn't I talk to you 'bout it last night?"

"No."

"Oh well, I know I complained to someone last night then. Not sure to who though." Maybe it was a random maid, they all have the same outfit and I may have confused them with Teresa or something. Teresa's pretty plain after all, with a face that basically looks like anyone's in one way or another. Not much she can do 'bout it, no matter how much she may try. Thank goodness she has someone like me 'round her to distinguish her from anyone else.

... And Teresa was talking while I was thinkin' to myself. She looked a little pissed off. Was it something I said? I had no clue 'bout what she had said so far, but I still nodded to at least try to make it seem like I was. After a bit she narrowed her eyes, saying very slowly: "There you go again, ignoring me. What the heck is wrong with you? I was literally just talking about how you don't even seem to have a single ounce of kindness sometimes, and here I find you nodding off like a bobblehead. Do I even matter to you?"

"Uh huh, you're right. Totally, yeah." I responded casually, but then I suddenly understood what she had said and felt the words sink deep into me. "You matter to me, Teresa. You're my sister!" Anything to make her think so, in the very least.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I mean, I get that you try to replace some shit in your head with this self-centered facade of yours but don't forget that there are people around you that have feelings, just like you. Yes, we are all human. We all deal with things that sometimes are hard to understand, but the way you try to make sense of them is just simply not right. You hurt others with this behavior of yours as well as yourself. Just think about that."

I blinked slowly. "What?"

Just what type of nonsense is she talking 'bout?

A silence similar to the one I shared with Daniel creeped up on us, but thankfully it was interrupted by Teresa with a somewhat tired sigh. "Anyway, since you can't handle Daniel, why don't you talk to him about me becoming his personal maid?"

This time she drank a huge gulp of the blazing hot tea, taking it in like a champion, letting it burn her tongue and inner works of her mouth but not letting it shake her even a tiny bit. Geez, I know she could get hardcore 'bout things sometimes but she really has to calm down!

"I obviously can't. I know we moved here less than three weeks ago, if not three already, but don't you remember what he said the first day we came here? He wants me, not... you." Not that body or face. Not that plain sister of mine.

Teresa breathed in deep with a glare on me that could have easily pierced right through the innards I own if it were not for her puffed up cheeks (they made me giggle on the inside). Hopefully she didn't notice the curves I felt rising on the corners of my lips. "Ane, you── "

Almost as if placed there by some form of karma, a hard knock on the door, followed by Daniel's voice, made me jump. Teresa quickly brushed her hair with her fingers. Her eyes were locked on mine. "Ane, as my personal maid you should be beside me all~ of the time. Come and please your m-a-s-t-e-r," Daniel purred.

Such an irritatingly sound voice... ugh!

Punching my pillow, I found myself thinking that I truly was too good for this type of job, but I also knew that sometimes the world doesn't work like how we want it to. And so, I bottled it all in, every drop of my fury, and headed out the door with a smile that radiated the heat of that fury. It radiated it in such a way that the 'Master' could easily confuse it as warm rays of my eternal beauty.

"Good luck, Ane," my sister muttered before I left, with an expression I couldn't read.

☆☆☆

Daniel typed away on the keyboard of his high-end, yet-to-be-commercially-released computer for a few seconds, and slid what seemed to be a custom CD into it. He then gave off a smile that spelled trouble, and put on his headphones. After a bit the creep started moving his hands quickly as if he didn't know where to place them, and then came the inevitable reddening of his cheeks (and his ears). What was he looking at? I can wonder, but that's just a stretch. Since I was already next to him, I only had to lean in a little bit to see── oh... oh, of course. I shouldn't be surprised.

Of course he would use the most advanced technology possible for trash. Why did I dare to think otherwise?

Daniel paused the video of pure sin, and allowed his eyes to linger on me. His freaky smile widened as he checked me out from top to bottom. He should at the very least hide that he likes what he sees, just as every other respectful guy around me does, but of course, I had to remind myself that this guy was no one other than Daniel Campbell, the neighborhood's human pest── of course he won't be respectful.

"When would you like me to do that to you?" He asked, continuing on with his smile. "I promise it'll be fun, and I can teach you a thing or two, too."

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. When will this torture end?

"I would like to keep my innocence for good. I have no wish to waste it on you or anyone else, Master Daniel." Nobody's worth it. Literally nobody's body is, 'cuz... no. Just no.

"Wake. Up. Woman. Where's your feisty, moody self? Now you're just... dull. Is it because of my order on playing nice, babe?"

Babe? Ugh, is that gonna be my nickname? Nope, heck no!

"Please don't call me that, I don't like it, Master Daniel." I couldn't help it. I had to say it.

If he knows why I changed, by the way, why did he ask me? Is he dumb?

Daniel's lips quickly worked together to make the cutest of all devilish grins. I suddenly felt like melting. "Babe," he teased. His eyes narrowed playfully, knowing he (almost) had me. I could feel myself blushing, but I simply had to resist. I turned myself away from him, hoping that it would cool me down. Nobody should be able to make me stoop so low, but here he was, doin' just that! "Why don't you stop me, Ane? Did you finally give up, or is it that you like me now?"

I almost gagged. Me, liking this annoying, perverted, fun-sized twig? Ha!

"I hate you," I began, breathing in and out slowly, forcing my blood to cool down. "There's no way ever in my life that I would like you── or far much worse, love you. I'd rather be burned alive in the most agonizing way possible. Light me up like a firework or blow me up. I don't care. I'm a simple woman, I only seek my own company. I'm fine by myself, you see." I looked straight ahead, clenching my hands. "No bone, no love, and I'm proud of it."

Daniel laughed and looked at me as if I were the love of his life or something. "And how did you think about loving me?" He had a certain dreamy look in his eyes that unsettled me, but I'm not sure in what way. Was it because it melted my heart or was it because I was disgusted by how much my annoyance with him died away (in a matter of seconds)?

I ignored his comment. Well, I ignored as much as I could, 'cuz, y'see, he had a certain way with words── no, breathing, that just irritated me to the max. Why the hell is he the way he is?!

"Can you stop looking at me?" I snapped. By that point I couldn't care less 'bout playing nice with him, hell, I kinda forgot from how pissed I was. I was through with it, I barely lasted a whole day and that was simply out of a miracle. That order was just him using his privilege as 'Master Daniel' to mess with me, anyway, so he won't fire me, right?

I searched his face for the tiniest of twitches, for the tiniest of frowns, but instead all I found was a face I couldn't read; a blank one. He blinked a few times, looking straight ahead, before sighing and solemnly nodding.

I still couldn't read him by then, but once again his obedience surprised me.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I just don't know how to behave around you, honestly. I act whichever way I could to talk to you."

"E... Excuse me?"

I don't need or want this confession time, especially not from him, and yet here it is, happening in real time.

Daniel stood up slowly, and carefully wrapped himself around me like tinfoil to a sandwich.

Unfortunately, he did give me all the time in the world to push him away before and during the time it was happening, but I didn't have the heart to move. Not even a single inch. I hated how much I anticipated feeling his chest, which── by the way, was not rock hard (actually, I shouldn't have kept my hopes up, he's a human twig). Instead, his chest felt like a soft pillow encased by a few hints of a rib cage. His heart was working overtime, it beat right against my chest and made me feel weird.

Unfortunately, I still liked it.

"I like you, and I have done so for quite a while. You're just... you're just so perfect. For me, you truly are. Honestly, Ane, I── I, uh, I kind of hired you to keep you close to me, and nothing more than that."

W-Where did this confession come from?! Why is he suddenly doing this bullshit to me? Is he okay in the head? It's far too early in the morning for this crap. I didn't even ask for this, and neither do I want any of it. Sure, he's eye candy, but that's literally it── oh shoot didn't he just admit to have hired me for no real reason; that I'm doomed to be his paid eye candy?

Oh shit it's confirmed now, I'm paid to do nothing but tend to his needy self! Is that even a proper job, bein' a nanny for a perfectly functional human, or worse yet, a creep? Again, why did I sign a perfectly useless contract that promised to have me work as a maid? Heck, why did Teresa win in the end with this maid shit? I'm supposed to be here for a proper job, for god's sake, not for some creep and his fantasies. This is clearly unfair!

"So you hired me to keep me close," I bitterly said, in between my teeth. "And literally nothing more."

He nodded. "I know it won't happen any time soon, but please give me a chance someday. I may be the creep that followed you, I may have hired you, I may be a pervert or even pushy at times... and heck, you may not know and far less likely remember me, but I still like you." He let out another sigh. "But, well, you're here to work, too."

"As what?" I hissed.

"As my personal maid." At that, I couldn't help but scoff. Surprisingly enough, he followed with a dry laugh. "I'm serious though, Ane. You're brushing my teeth, are you not? You're keeping my spending habits in check, are you not? Sometimes, you'll boss me around for my own good. Sometimes, you'll choose what I wear, for whatever reasons, and sometimes, for no reason at all. I promise you this job has its rewards not just for me, but for you, too. Just think about it, Ane, you always have the choice to eat with me and not at the cafeteria, as my personal aid. The cooks go over the top with me, just saying." I felt his whole body suddenly shake by a chuckle. "You will learn a thing or two about, uh, dealing with your temper, by having someone like me around."

What an asshole! I don't have anger issues, god fuckin' damn it!

"I see," I replied, clenching my fists.

I swear I'll make him regret sayin' such a thing to me, I fuckin' swear, I'll make him kneel and beg for forgiveness, I'll make him feel so bad, so embarrassed to have ever dared── oh!

I know exactly what I'll do to make him pay.

"Fine," I added as my lips curled. "You're right, there might just be something good to do here after all, Master Daniel."

My time has arrived, my time to show him what type of person he's messin' with.

☆☆☆

There I was, standing by the end of the room, behind the god-forsaken desk that was still too inanimate to know how lucky it was to be 'round remarkably beautiful beings such as I.

I stood there with the most smug smile possible, waiting for the doorknob to turn, preparing myself for a moment to remember, and when it finally did turn, my lips widened so much that I thought its corners would tear. My heart pumped so fast I couldn't keep up, and my eyes── oh my sweet, sweet eyes── they were so wide I feared my sockets would fail to keep them in place.

There he was, chewing his upper lip, with his delicate hands behind his pretty little self. It's crazy, really, that even with that dumb bullshit on, he didn't fail on lookin' nice.

Disgusting. Amazing. Crazy.

(Hilarious.)

I took my sweet time walking over to him, barely holding myself together, with the tiniest of giggles slippin' out of me. I did my best to grab it midway to stuff it back down, but I just couldn't. It was far too fast, far too light on its feet.

He blinked slowly, gulping once, then twice. It was so fuckin' priceless, I wanted to crack up so bad!

"This is the one and only Daniel Ca── ha! Campbell, dumb as ever, with a wienerful of even more dumbness. Daniel of the Camprolls 'n shit, hot-dog damn, I can't help but just... just fuckin' laugh at you!" I couldn't hold it in anymore, he just looked so stupidly ridiculous. I let it all out, laughing so bad I teared up and had to hold my stomach together.

There he was, with a dumb hot dog costume on, wearing exactly what I had chosen for him for the day.

"What, what's wrong, Mustard Dogniel── Master Daniel?" I asked in between my wheezing. "I gotta admit, quite frankly, that this is a moment to relish, but lettuce go eat already, I'm hungry! I've been waiting for your barbe-cute self for far too long," I chortled, wiping off some tears. "You should feel honored to receive such a condiment from me by the way, sweet buns, 'cuz this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

His face was priceless. "You're the wurst," he breathed. His face, completely flushed, matched the main color of his costume. "But... but if you're hungry, I'm literally right here. I'm a whole wiener, eat me up. I swear I'll fill you right up in no time── "

That right there made me give him a quick slap.

Ugh, what a pickle, I grilled far too many puns and he got too comfortable. Here I thought I was finally gonna enjoy a little somethin' out of this job, but nope.