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"Your maid?" Beatrice asked in disbelief as Ben gave her a cocky look.

"I want to believe this is a joke," Beatrice laughed while rolling her eyes and placed her both hands on her waist, she snapped her gaze back to Ben and realized he was being serious with that look he was giving her.

Ben has got to be kidding her, what does he mean by her being his maid?

"You heard me right," Ben cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, a devious smirk playing on his lips.

"I don't understand what you said just now!" Beatrice fired at him as she widened her eyes at him.

"Your maid?"

"Maid as in what?" Beatrice questioned him furiously, maybe if he explained what he fucking meant by being his maid, she will understand.

Ben gave her an amused look and laughed, he stood up from his seat and straightened his suit while Beatrice glared at him. She watched him murderously as he approached her.

Ben quirked a brow at her and stopped a few feet away from her and shoved his hands into the pocket of his suit trousers, looking all arrogant and bossy.

"Speak," Beatrice growled, all the hairs on her body stood erectly in rage.

"What do you mean by me being your maid?" Beatrice asked him again and Ben smirked.

"You'll work in my house, cook, clean, do laundry, I think all that attributes to being a maid," Ben said and Beatrice's mouth hang open, did he just fucking say all that to her.

Her—Beatrice Coleman, who had a very high dignity, her face has featured on numerous popular magazines, she knew her class and now this half-witted moronic dimwit stands right there in front of her and opens his mouth to talk as if he just lent his brains to the birds in the air to play with.

Is he sick or what?

Absolutely, he's very sick for saying that to her, what exactly does he take her for just because of a stupid favor he did for her that she didn't even ask of?

"You must be stupid," Beatrice spat on the floor and Ben's face fell, and was shocked.

"A very stupid one in fact," Beatrice scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.

"I gave you a very tangible solution on how to pay you your god-damned money, a superb one, I laid everything down for you just now, and I didn't know I was wasting my time for a fool," Beatrice lashed him and Ben swallowed hard.

Damn!

"Me your maid?" Beatrice laughed again, she finds this surprising yet funny at the same time.

Over her dead body will she be a maid for anyone especially for Ben, over her dead body, someone will have to clear her memories, so she will forget who she is before she does such a thing.

"You're funny, Ben, so funny," Beatrice chuckled and even clapped for him as she covered the distance between her and Ben and looked directly into his eyes.

"You're so funny," She smiled and flattened her right hand on Ben's chest, the contact of her hand on his chest made Ben's jaw clench.

He had never seen someone this hardheaded and crazy as Beatrice, every time he thinks he was breaking through her walls, she always finds a way of sealing them up immediately.

"If you think this is the way for you to get through me..." Beatrice dusted Ben's suit with her hand and tilted her head.

"My dear, you failed woefully," Beatrice smirked, and placed her other hands on his chest while Ben was finding it hard to think with how close she was to him.

Beatrice curled her hands into his suit and pulled him closer to her, then she stood on her toes and moved closer to his face, Ben's heart was beating speedily while Beatrice was playing her cards on him.

Beatrice tilted her head to the side and leaned closer to his ears.

"Your maid, my foot," She whispered sexily in his ears, and Ben found himself shuddering to her words.

Beatrice pulled back and moved backward away from him, while Ben's face was flushed.

'No, I can't let her win, I can't let her have her way this time,' Ben thought, he felt angry for making himself a fool.

He felt so stupid...

"I can't be your maid Ben, don't even think about it, not in this lifetime, we're settling on what I said and that's it," She huffed while Ben frowned, hating this bossy side of hers.

She was way more arrogant and crazy than he was.

Beatrice turned around backing him, and folded her arms on her chest while waiting for Ben's response, he hadn't said a single word when she shut him off.

Ben was having his battles in his mind, he, needed to do something, he tried so hard to get through, and it seems like he was failing.

"I'm not settling with what you said," Ben spoke and Beatrice scoffed, still backing him...and began to tap her foot on the floor.

"Be my maid and I pay times five of your salary monthly," Ben said, he wanted her so bad, and he doesn't mind if he had to go to lengths and do the most stupid things to get to her.

'Times five?' Beatrice thought as her ear sprang towards Ben while she stretched her neck to the side.

'I heard right, didn't I?' She thought, already putting calculations on the money and thinking about what she could do with all that.

She could clear his debts this month immediately, and start having her dreams about opening a fashion company within five months.

'No! No!! I can't,' Beatrice fumed inwardly, closing her eyes as she began to wrestle with her emotions and thoughts she can't accept his terms even though that was a big catch.

Damn! He's so crazy.

Ben tilted his head to the right side and saw that Beatrice was tapping her fingers anxiously and irately on her other arm while being lost in her thoughts, and he smirked crazily.

Then he moved close to her so that Beatrice could feel him brushing her back with his, and lowered his head to her ear.

"Or you date me and forget about paying me anything," He whispered tauntingly, and Beatrice turned around to face him with her brows furrowed furiously at him and her face hardened as a rock.



This is the end of Book 2 part 1... the next part would come in soon.