"How do you think I'm going to get along without you when you're gone? You took me for everything that I had and kicked me out on my own," Another One Bites The Dust, Queen

I was going to shit myself.

Maybe not as fast as I expected, but I was going to. There was no way that I could avoid confrontation because it felt like I was walking straight into the lair of Satan. "M-Mr. Lawrence?" I knocked on the door of the sitting room, my arm shaking like hell as I wept the sweat on my apron. I swallowed as I held the letter in my hand, hearing footsteps echoing inside of the room, letting me know that someone was walking towards the door. I would rather be eating by the dragon that Satan owns than give him this letter.

"Oh, Ezra!" When the door opened, Leon stood there in a pair of dress pants and a casual shirt, shoes on his feet as his hair hung over his eyes. He stared at me in surprise and I sighed from the sheer attractiveness he had. "I thought I told you to call me Leon?" He tilted his head, teasing me as he leaned against the door. "Mr. Lawrence makes me feel like I'm old," I stared at him. Wasn't he old though? "Right, L-Leon," I stammered, not sure of how to go about doing this. "What is it that you need?" He asked, furrowing his thick brows at my behavior.

I clenched the letter, looking up at him. I didn't want to step out of my place because I wasn't at the level of understanding with them. I just started working, for country boy's sake. "I just wanted to give you something." I got out in a fast tone and he nodded, sliding the door open to let me in. With a deep breath and words of encouragement, I let myself in. "Who is it, Leon?" I heard a woman's voice and I almost died on the spot as honey eyes turned to me, narrows brows raised in confusion.

"Oh, it's the maid." Eve muttered before returning to file her nails on the posh couch. I grimaced at the dismissal in her voice. It was as if her personality did a complete 180 from the time we met originally. I didn't think she had a problem with me, considering the fact that I never once bothered her. I did what she asked of me and nothing more, nothing less. "Don't pay her no mind," A body came to stand next to me and I inhaled the expensive elegance of his cologne, turning to look at him. "What did you want to give me?" He asked and I was sure that we were a bit away from Eve since the room was large. "H-here," I whispered. "This is the mail that I collected from the box." He took the note from me, noting my shaking hands.

Leon bit his lip, reading the content of the letter. From the corner of my eye, I could see Eve eyeing him with her eyes narrowed, almost as if she had something to say. I didn't know if it was just me, but as Leon's face continued to contort into mere annoyance, disgust and mild fear all in one, the tension in the room started to suffocate. He appeared to be so angry and I knew that the letter was of extreme importance. He let out a sharp breath, his fingers slowly crumbling up the letter as if it was taunting him. "A-are you okay, Mr. Leon?" I questioned with uncertainty in my tone, my fingers twiddling together nervously.

I peeked at him from under my glasses, wanting to flee the room. I had already overstepped my boundaries. God damn it! Leon flashed his eyes at me, pure irritation swirling around as he forced a smile on his lips, nodding stiffly. "Everything is fine, Ezra, thank you," He said in a hushed tone, almost as if he didn't believe his own words. "What is it, Leon?" Eve piped up with her two cents, letting us know that she knew something was amiss.

"Nothing, honey," Leon turned to his wife, who was eyeing the letter in his hand. "Nothing you should concern yourself with." He wasn't looking at her in the eye and his demeanor was stiff and rigid. Eve tilted her head, staring at him as if she was studying his behavior. I gulped slowly, wanting to leave as soon as possible. It was like she knew what he was trying to hide. I didn't and I was going to make sure it stayed that way.

"Hmm, if you say so," Eve gave one stern glare to Mr. Lawrence, who let out a breath of distress, offering me a small smile before he left the room in haste. I didn't know what the hell had just happened. "W-well," I stuttered, going to make my leave. "I'll let you be. Sorry for the intrusion, Mrs. Lawrence," I managed to get out and she paused her actions.

"Now, now, Mr. Moore," She continued to file her fingers, eyes straight on me as a sly smirk came to her lips. "Why so eager to leave?" The matriarch chuckled and I stopped in the midst, the door just a few feet away. I pushed my glasses up, turning to look at her. "Now, I do think you are an excellent maid and you do what you're told without question," Eve stated, her tone implying something more. "You are a college student, are you not? And you are in desperate need of money," I had no idea where she was going with this and my heart began to fill with dread. "How about I give you 700 dollars more if you tell me what was written in that letter?" I stared at her, cheeks blushing as I felt like a fly caught in the traps of a tarantula.

"I-I," I stammered, not knowing what to say. "No need. I can tell by your actions that you read it before you gave it to him. So Ezra, what's it going to be?" Eve sweetly smiled, finger pointing up, one by one as she filed them down neatly and my heart started to race, my mind unsure of what to do. I didn't want to compromise Leon, but I needed money. I didn't want to lie to Eve because she was a scary woman. I liked Leon's friendship so there was only one way that I could do this without compromising anyone.

"W-well, it was just a short letter," I shrugged. "To me, it seemed like someone was threatening his position in society. It was pretty vague, but someone is out to hurt Leon and expose him, comprising all of you guys." I explained in the best way that wouldn't affect Leon or myself or the person who wrote the letter. I was sure that it was a problem far too deep for any of us, but I didn't want to be the cause of anything.

"Hm," She hummed, her voice dark and seemingly terrifying. "Is that so?" She narrowed her eyes into slits, her mind gears turning as she conjured up something.

I gulped once again.

I let out a much-needed breath of relief, sagging against the wall as the door shut behind me. Rich people could be scary when they wanted and someone like me did not stand a chance against them. I was too timid. "I need the strength," I muttered quietly, checking my watch for the time. I still had an hour of work left to do but when it was time, I was going to literally zoom out of this mansion. Things were happening too quick for me to wrap my small brain around it. Everyone seemed to act so shadily: the staff, like they knew something I didn't.

"Having fun, Ezra?" Heels sounded in my ear as I turned to face Natalie, who was walking towards me. "Y-yea, I guess so," I shrugged. "I just have another room to clean." I wasn't sure if she was supposed to be talking to me or what, considering the fact that we weren't friends and I was just her maid. "Oh, right," She stopped in her tracks, awaiting my next words. "When I clean your room, do you have any places where I am not allowed to go?" I asked and she stared at me, her face blank.

"No," Her voice remained steady but I could sense some unease. "Your job should be easy since I keep my room practically clean every day so you shouldn't have any problem." She laughed, but I got the feeling that I was going to get a lot more than I bargained for if I did more than cleaning in Natalie's room. Her words held a warning undertone and I was going to abide by it, despite curiosity piquing my interest.

"Well, I'll see you later, Ezra," Natalie put a smile back on her face before waving me goodbye, descending around the corner. I shook my head, leaning down to pick up my things. Her behavior was odd and shifty, but I thought nothing of it.

It was odd and baffling how I was the only maid present, when there were over three dozens rooms to clean, three estates and a bunch of other needless shit. It was completely apparent that no matter how fast I worked, I was going to need backup. I didn't understand why the family didn't just hire another one alongside myself, given that they had all of the money they could ever want or need. They could definitely afford to get another employee, if they needed it.

Something was amiss.

I walked into one of the vacant guest rooms, the television on and blaring. I set my kit somewhere on the floor, humming to a random song as I began to make the bed. A dark and sultry beat filled the air, disturbing me. I turned to look at the television, cheers and the snap of camera greeting me as the only son of the Lawrence family appeared on screen, seemingly in the middle of a photo shoot.

He was up against a white background, dressed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, water dripping down his tan body as his hair blew in the wind, a wink from his eyes no doubt sending the girls into cardiac arrests. The flashes from the camera filled the screen as he licked his lip, pausing for the dramatic effect. He was staring straight into the camera, almost as if he was trying to hypnotize and draw in whoever was watching. Objectively speaking, he was one fine as hell son of a bitch. He didn't appear to have a single flaw, but I knew he did because one couldn't be that perfect. His chiseled pecs and defined abs glistened with the light as the camera captured all of his glamor.

I slowly stopped what I was doing in order to stare at him, watching as the scene changed from a peek of his gig to an interview. He was still shirtless, prompting more deaths to be broadcasted on tonight's news. The only difference was the fact that he had a towel around his neck, and there was a woman standing next to me, not subtle about her blatant attraction towards him. She had to get in line with the rest of San Antonio's women who offered themselves to him. There was no question as to if Nishan was a fuckboy (fuckman since he was twenty-seven years old and no part of him resembled a boy) because he was very private about that.

"Hello, San Antonio! My name is Jackie Hernandez with SA News," The cheery blonde woman on the television began to rave as the camera turned. "Today, I am here with our Chief of Police, long-time model Nishan Lawrence!" The people in the room with them cheered on audio and I rolled my eyes, watching the big shot run a hand through his wavy hair, his mismatched eyes staring into the camera as he smiled gently. "So now Nishan, inquiring minds want to know. Can you tell your audience about your status? Are you single, taken, or waiting on the perfect lady?" Jackie asked, hope evident in her tone as she held the microphone up to his mouth.

"As of right now," That deep voice filled the room and I sighed, hating that I was content with listening to him. "I am single," This mere mortal didn't know the hell he just signed for release. Now, all of the girls were going to be flooding this mansion and it was only a matter of time before they fought through security. No mere amount of security detail could control the dire thirst that some of these females held for Nishan Lawrence.

"However, I'm not too sure if I'm looking for someone right now," He shrugged, a small smirk hanging on the edge of his lips. He just killed the hopes and dreams of these fangirls. "I'd like to focus on me for awhile."

I shook my head. "Pathetic." This dude was fuckin' twenty-seven years old. TWENTY MOTHERFUCKING SEVEN. If that didn't scream old, I didn't know what else would. He was reaching the prime age of thirty and he wasn't ready to love? Tragic. He sent another charismatic wink to the camera, restoring all hope and desire in the people watching. I shook my head, wondering how different it would be if I actually lumped myself in with the people who devoted their attraction to him. He was beautiful, in all honest truth, but I knew that there was so much more to him than that.

He appeared to be a man who held a lot more secrets than we thought.

"I love my jobs and I love what I do. I'm content with pretty much everything," He chuckled, the sound bouncing off the walls of the room I was in, and I was hoping that no one would come in and question me because then I would have to kill myself. Solely for embarrassment.

I was happy that I never saw him or came in contact with him while I was here. Eve really meant it when she said that he stayed far away from the main house. "Another question. Some fans want to know how do you feel about the rising sexualities in this society? The gay, the straight, the transgender," Jackie asked and you could visibly see the animosity and disgust flare in his eyes as a forced smile molded his lips for him. He looked like he was going to sweat intensely on the spot as a vein formed in his forehead. He looked evidently uncomfortable and I wanted to hear what crock of shit he was going to spout of his ass.

"Well, I'm not too fond of that community," Nishan said it in such a sweet voice that it would make those words fly over someone's head. "However, it's their business and I rather not have to deal with it." He finished and I mentally applauded him because he was thinking about how his words would affect people like me. I still felt personally attacked but not on the same level as his other interview with his team and in that one, he blatantly stated that, 'I don't care for fags.' Well, excuse the fuck out of me.

I didn't even know why he was so against gay people. People like me were the only ones he bashed for a living. Eve and Leon didn't even seem like God-devoted people. They didn't even open a Bible. Not saying that those were qualifiers, but if Michael could tell that I was gay, then I was sure that someone as sharp as Eve could tell.

And she didn't start telling me that I was going to Hell.

I didn't know what it was about everyone in this family. I didn't know what it was about Nishan. I didn't know shit about him, but his words deeply hurt me. His words were so demeaning that he didn't even think about how someone would take it after the fact. He reminded me so much of those bullies in high school, and I hadn't even met him personally. Just imagining it makes me want to cry. I hated feeling like I was inferior to someone and here he was, doing it without a care for the world.

If this dude wasn't such a god damn asshole, he would be someone that I would want to date, despite him being straight. He had the looks, the charisma, the body, the voice, the everything except the attitude. He was a pissy baby all the time when it came to the LGBT community. Gay? He didn't know her. Straight? He fucked with that. But even so, I could dream despite hating him and everything he stood for.

Because damn, he was extremely attractive.