Chapter 1 His Arrival

Melissa's pov.

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I was probably born into one of the worst jobs ever, though I didn't dispute the fact that my parents dream is not to be a maid, especially for the Parker' family but when life doesn't crest an opportunity, who are you to argue?

My father and mother worked as a maid for the Parker's for like 18 years as far as I can remember.

Although my father's dream is to be a cook in those fancy restaurants, you know, working in a restaurant that charges nothing less than $150 for a mouthful meal, he eventually found himself working as a personal maid to one of the most arrogant families he has ever met.

My mother on the other hand wish to be a dancer, and from the video of her dancing that have watched from my grama place, I must say she is a good dancer, but luck is not on her side as she finally found herself at the Parker's compound, she has been working as a maid for like 2years before she met my father in the same compound who is also a cook before they finally got married .

I'm Melissa and am the first born and also the first daughter of my family, which consists of me , my dad, my mom and my sister whose name is mary.

I also have to work with the other maid whenever I get back from school in order to generate extra income for my parent.

The Parker's family consists of Mrs Parker, Mr Parker and the most arrogant guy I have ever met in my life, which is their son Bobby. He was presently coming home from Italy after finishing he's school there, but I think his parent refused to let him continue studying there, so he is coming back to England for his college education.

Bobby And I were attending the same school before he travelled abroad like 8 years ago. I was the happiest girl in the world when I heard that he left, and you know why?

Living in the same compound with this crazy jerk is somehow difficult.

Imagine going to the same school with your boss' son who is very arrogant and talks to you anyhow.

Sometimes I usually hide from Bobby's friend, not wanting them to know that my parent work as a maid for his family , though he told everybody that I am his maid in the end, and even makes me do some silly job which he can easily do by himself when we get back to the mansion.

"How I wish his plane crashed before he could get here," I muttered to myself, as my mom finished telling me the sad news that his parent are organizing a welcome party for him tomorrow afternoon.

"Mom, is he coming to spend his holiday before going back or what?"I asked impatiently, facing my mom who is busy washing the vegetables.

" Are you asking me that?" She questioned, still concentrating on the vegetables.

"Yes"

"I think he we be staying for like six months before heading to college"

"What!!" I exclaimed, which make my mom to shot me a deadly glare

" Do you have any problem with that?"

"No" I answered, shaking my head frantically.

"So, this devil is going to stay that long" I muttered angrily to myself"

I dropped the tray I was holding and smile at my mom, before telling her that I need to pick something from the maid's quarters.

Bobby's pov.

"Gosh"I muttered angrily to myself as I tossed my phone on to bed, I just finished talking to my mom on my cell phone.

All I wish for is to be living alone here, without anyone disturbing me to come back to England.living here in Italy has become part of me, although I once loved living that kind of life, but am presently not interested in their wealth anymore.

You know, being the only son of the richest billionaire in the whole of London is something to be happy about, but I am not. From minutes I understand they seem not to care about my wellbeing, all they know is to be sending money without asking for it, no parental care.

I moved to my wardrobe, in order to arrange my clothes and start getting ready for the worst journey ever. I can still remember vividly those days I spent in England in the past with my family and some friends I used to bully during my junior school days.

I was lost in my own trance when I suddenly heard someone knocking on my door. I quickly close the box and start heading toward the door.

"Who is that?" I asked and pushed the door knob at the same time.

"It is me" I heard Joe voice from the other end. I quickly open the door, and there is my personal Secretary or let me say maid cause j don't see any difference between the two.

"I hissed" I shot him a deadly glare,"what did you want" I finally asked.

"I'm here with your ticket for tomorrow's trip" he mutters weakly, his eyes are covered with fear, like he was talking to a beast that can devour him any time.

"Ok," I collected it from him and shut the door in his face before heading to my bedroom in preparation for tomorrow.