Chapter 4. { P.A or a Slave??}

"Not tonight Gary. I'm tired"

"Well I'm not so let's go upstairs and have some cold shower...or you prefer the bathtub tonight?" He winked.

"Get lost" Jacques nudged him ,walking away.

"Don't be a boring @ss and let's have some funnn!" Gary ran to him, hanging his arms around his neck.

"I promise to make you feel less tired. Just have faith in me" He pat his chest. Jacques just released a defeated sigh.

NEXT MORNING.

"GRRRRRRR!!! GRRRRRR, came the alarm blaring incessantly at Maya's ear.

"Ughhhh!!" She groaned drowsily reaching for the alarm on the bed stand. She tried turning it off but it won't.

"Shut it already!" She gruffs smashing it on the nearest wall. She buried her head in the bed to enjoy her beauty sleep but then another annoying voice rang out from the shoe rack. As if that wasn't enough, another came blaring underneath the bed, another from the door and from the light lamp beside her bed. All conjoined together, almost destroying her eardrums. 

She groaned loudly, grabbing the pillow and stuck it on her ears to decimate the sounds but it only intensified since it wasn't coming from one angle but practically all corners from the room.

"Argh!! F**k you alright!!" She finally sprang up from the bed as the sounds successfully chased away the sleep from her eyes. She would have cussed the person who did such a torturous thing but she couldn't since she is the one. She started moving to the angles where the sounds are coming from turning off the alarms one by one. This is the struggle she goes through every morning. Maya is such a sleep freak that without the help of alarms like these, she wouldn't remember to wake up from her slumber. 

After successfully turning off the five alarms she had set at different angles of the room, she walked to the bathroom ,trying not to step on the scattered clothes on the floor.

Her room really shouldn't be called a room but rather a pigsty cause it looks just like one.

Things like bra, panties, shoes, trousers and shirts hanging just everywhere. Her wardrobe is a mess so is everything other damn thing in the room. The floor and even the bed is littered with snacks and crumbs. There are cans of drinks on the floor as well. She couldn't remember when last she had cleaned up.

It's a miracle she could differentiate clean clothes from dirty ones among the mountain of clothes piled on the floor. She hurriedly dressed up like every other morning ,then rushed to the disorderly living room. Quilts, popcorn poured on the sofa,the remote control on the floor and even some of her dresses and makeup were all suffering in the living room. She rushed to the fridge which was full of half eaten food, some even spoiled, she took a bottle of milk and some leftover bread. Settling on the counter. Taking a bite from the bread, she tried to nourish it with the milk but had to halt when an unpleasant smell hit her nose.

"No sh*t" She dropped the milk after discovering it has gotten stale. She stuff the remaining bread into her mouth and went back to the fridge. Her eyes scrutinize everything in it then after some seconds she closed it back. She had actually ran out of bottle water and other drinkable drinks also except alcohol. There's no way she'd drink that, so she went to the zinc open the tap and drank from it. After this she rushed back to the living room and took her bag which she had tossed on the floor the other night. Her eyes caught her bra and she fumes remembering the other night.

"Unruly bastard" She gritted tossing the bra on the sofa. She looked around the messy house and sighs.

"Poor you. I promise to do justice to you when I get back" She made the same promise she had been making every morning before whizzing out of the house.

JACQUES' MANSION.

Gary yawned and stretched widely, sitting up on the bed.

Jacques was nowhere in the room so he presumed he must be downstairs since the water was't running either.

He got away from the bed and head towards the door, he was only in his briefs without any other thing on.

"Jacqui! Jacquie!!" He called as he took gentle strides down the stairs.

"Oh! Maya?" He was surprised to meet Maya who was feeding the dog.

"When did you get here?" Gary asked walking up to her.

"Just now. I actually brought food for him" She showed Gary the dog food.

"Jacques must have made you run early to the supermarket"

"Yeah...he did" She smiled at the tempting handsome lad in front of her. Gary was obviously a fine man. He's tall, s€xily hot, crazily charming and endowed with cute dimples. He's just another perfect type of her man and she wouldn't deny the fact that she fantasizes being in his arms doing crazy things with him. Looking at his bare chest and half naked body really is making her go loco but she's really holding herself back because of who he is. If not for who he is, she would have striked her goal at him a long time ago but...he's off limits.

"You didn't see him?" ,Gary's voice brought her back to reality.

"Wh..who?" She shuttered, not catching anything he has said.

"Jacqui. I woke up this morning and couldn't find him"

"Oh, right...Mr Jacques. Mr Jacques..." She trailed.

The sounds of the door opening and closing got their attention.

"There he is! Mr Jacques", Maya pointed at him.

Jacques came into the living room joining them. He had actually went jogging. He was in a sweatpants and tank top. A bandana over his forehead and a small towel hanging on his neck. His hair was slightly wet with some sticking on his skin giving him the sexiest look while sweats covered his face down to his chest making his tank top slightly wet also. Even in that state he was looking breathtakingly hot. Maya would have drooled and gushed over his alluring figure if he wasn't Jacques Dickson,her mean boss.

She may go crazy for all handsome guys but not Jacques. She just despises him since all he does is nothing but torture her.

"You should have told me when you're going to work out. We could have gone together"

"You were sleeping so soundly. I discovered you might need that more" Jacques replied dabbing his face with the towel.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asked Maya who just stood saying nothing.

"Ah! Goo...good morning Sir" She quickly made a slight bow.

"I'll be down in few minutes so clean this place up while you're here at least" He said nonchalantly ,heading up the stairs.

"Come on get a maid for that. Maya isn't one. She's your PA" Gary said stopping him.

"It's okay. She gets paid for everything she does so it no big deal"

"But still what I'm sayi_"

"She's not complaining so why are you?" His voice changed. Probably didn't like how Gary was trying to go against him.

"Maya is_"

"I'll clean it all up. You should go do your business. I'll wait in the car when I'm done" Maya quickly cut in before she starts something she won't be able to finish. She knows Jacques well to be quick tempered. She certainly doesn't wanna see that side of him that morning and if that argument continues...None of them are gonna leave there without getting hurt.

Jacques gave her a glare before striding to his room upstairs. Gary sighed,digging his fingers into his hair.

"Don't mind him. Rude is his second name" He said.

"I know" Maya whispered back smiling.