Do you know what sucks balls, other than myself, of course? Mark's room. If I thought that the bathroom was bad, this was straight out of my nightmares. A perfectionist's h*ll. Luckily, I had plenty of time to clean it. Or so I thought.

      As I was stripping the sheets off of Mark's bed, which were covered in crumbs and some very concerning stains, I heard the door latch click open behind me.

     I turned halfway, continuing my task, but also able to view the two people that walked in. The first one was Mark in all of his stunning handsomeness, but the man that followed behind him was new.

    I pursed my lips as my eyes flicked between the two. I wasn't finished with Mark's room, I had yet to finish with his bed and I still needed to organize that disaster of a closet of his. And sweep.

      I balled up Mark's bedspread, sticking it in the basket at my feet. I nibbled at my bottom lip, giving the newcomer a thorough look over.

      He was tall. He was dark. He was handsome. His ebony hair was pulled back into a neat man bun that didn't look very long and was dressed sharply in a pair of slacks and a button up. He had chocolatey brown eyes, just a shade lighter than his skin tone, framed by thick lashes that seemed to observe me as much as I observed him.

      And that's when my heart dropped and my cheeks heated up. I was still dressed in this ridiculous maid outfit that barely covered anything. The newcomer quirked an eyebrow at me and I shot a glare at Mark.

     "I thought you said your visitor wasn't coming until later on tonight!" I hissed.

       Mark smirked, amused. "I told you this over an hour ago. It is later on tonight. Seems you're not finished with my room tonight. You can carry on, me and Henry won't bother you."

      I folded my arms over my chest. "Are you both going into the living room?"

      "Nope. We're staying in here," Mark grinned deviously.

       Ah f*ck. This just kept on getting better and better! I scowled at Mark.

      "I deserve a raise," I huffed before taking his bed sheets to the washing closet.

     I had already dried and folded Thomas's laundry and they were pulled in a basket in front of his door. As I shoved Mark's things into the washing machine, tossed a Tide pod in, and started the thing, I leaned against the wall.

     I really really really didn't want to go back I'm there. Being seen in this sl#tty getup by Mark and Thomas was bad enough, but now this new Henry guy got to see me in it too! I looked like a f*cking hooker, I swear.

       I tamped down my irritation. It was no use getting angry, it wasn't going to change anything. I peeked in the kitchen at the clock. 11:02. I could deal with this for another hour, I assured myself. Wasn't like I was going to see this Henry guy again, anyways.

    Mark, on the other hand, would see me dressed like this every day. Bleh. Whatever, might as well get my work done and over with.

      I slumped back into Mark's room, closing the door quietly behind me. Mark and Henry were lounged on his sofa in the corner of the room, speaking quietly. Weirdos. Probably talking about the next person their gang was supposed to shoot or something.

      I sighed before meekly approaching Mark.  I clasped my hands in front of me, tugging down the skirt of my dress nervously.

     "Sir, where do you store your extra sheets? I couldn't find them anywhere," I said, licking my lips.

      Henry elbowed Mark playfully. "He refers to you as sir. What a lucky guy you are to have such a respectful twink," he smirked.

     Okay, this guy could go to h_ll. I sneered at his assumptions. I'm not some plaything that's fulfilling Mark's fantasy of f_cking a maid! It was legit my job.

      Mark glared at him too, but made no attempt to correct his friend. "Top shelf of the closet."

      I nodded. Of course it was there... The one spot I couldn't reach, couldn't even see. Like, why the f_ck do you need to put things up that high? It's annoying. I'm not even short!

      "Do you have a stool or something for me to stand on? I can't reach up there," I grew even more flustered at the confession. Being surrounded by all these super tall dudes were making me self conscious!

     Mark chuckled at me. He chuckled at me! That beautiful, I mean ugly, b@stard. He could go burn in h#ll too. Soon as he paid me for all my hard work, that is.

    He stood up, dusting off his pants and striding over to his messy closet. With ease, he pulled down the stack of folded sheets and the extra comforter. He handed them to me and I made a 'hmph' sound.

      I turned sharply on my heel, but me being me, I tripped over one of Mark's shoes that had just been lying around. 

      I let out an entirely manly squeal, but managed to right myself before I fell flat on my face. I ended up dropping Mark's sheets in the process, though.

      I let out a string of profanity before bending down to pick up the linens. I was stopped dead in my tracks when a felt a large hand grope my a$$. He just grabbed it like it was some piece of meat. Okay, like, no? Sexual assault, my friends!

      I straightened before swiveling around and smacking Mark right across the the face. "Touch my butt again without my permission and I'll slice off your d_ck, are we clear?"

      Mark blinked at me, clutching his face. "I didn't mean to touch your @ss, honestly Keenan! Calm down."

      Didn't mean to? He DIDN'T MEAN TO?! No, it was just an accident! How the f*ck do you squeeze someone's bottom without meaning to?

       As if reading my mind, Mark lowered his head. "I meant to grab your hip. Thought you were tipping over again," he mumbled.

      Likely story. I scoffed and quickly plucked the sheets off the ground and stomped over to his massive king sized bed. I began to dress it, spreading the sheets out and smoothing them against the mattress. I laid out the comforter on top, furious thoughts spiraling through my head.

       Mark was really getting on my nerves. Why did he have to be so flirty? Why did he have to be so handsome? Why did he have to be so rude? Why did he why did he why did he.

      I raked a hand through my hair, fluffing up his pillow and arranging them in a way that looked nice to me. His bed overall looked neat and clean. Much better.

      I sighed, glancing over at Henry. He was watching me curiously. "So you aren't their hirable wh_re?"

      "No. I'm their maid, or whatever. Housecleaner. The only reason I'm wearing this ridiculous thing is because Thomas made me," I grumbled, grabbing the broom that was propped up next to the door.

     Henry smiled before giving a pout. "That's a shame. If you were, I definitely would be paying for your services."

      I hummed. "What makes you think I would accept your cash, much less your little d*ck? Sorry, but no thank you."

     Ah f*ck. I shouldn't have said that. It just... Slipped. Oh well.

      Henry blinked at me, eyes wide. And that's when he burst out laughing. Like, full blown howling with laughter, clutching his sides with tears in his eyes. Mark, who was still standing by the closet, gave a low chuckle.

      I shot him a glare. He's not allowed to laugh! Jerk wad.

      I turned to Henry. "What's so funny?" I asked, crossing my arms and lifting my chin defiantly at him.

     "You! You're just so- so feisty! D#mn, if I wasn't straight, I would definitely screw you. Sure you don't got a p#ssy?" He grinned.

      Wait, what? Was he not just hitting on me like two seconds ago? I was so f*cking confused...

      Mark scoffed. "Henry, stop dogging on the poor thing. You're making him uncomfortable. Anyways, aren't you hung up on Piper?"

      I slowly extracted myself from the conversation, ignoring the comment on me being a poor thing and instead sweeping up the dirt off the hardwood floor. You know, I really liked this flooring... It felt nice under my feet, was relatively easy to clean... Bet you it would be nice to lay on.

      I pondered on where Mark bought the flooring. I was sure it was new. Maybe he just recently moved in here, though. I shrugged it off. It was still really nice. I suddenly got the overwhelming urge to sniff it.

      Oh my God, I'm a literal psychopath. I needed to stop before I hurt myself. You don't go around sniffimg floors and eating Tide pods! Goodness gracious, I needed to get my act together before I really did go off the deep end.

      I swept all the dirt into a neat pile before swiping it into the dustpan. It was surprising how dirty Mark's floor was, honestly. You couldn't imagine how disgusted I was when I found a dead rat under his bed. I almost screamed.

       I quietly slinkef out of Mark's room, heading to the trashcan in the kitchen to empty out the dustpan. As all the excess dirt fell into the trashbad, I wiped my hands on my tights. I glanced at the clock. Getting closer for me to leave. I sighed and slipped back into Mark's room.

       I'm ignored for the rest of the night, but I ignored Henry and Mark as much as they dif me. I quickly cleaned up Mark's closet and changed back into my normal clothes, working overtime just a little bit.

       I didn't even bother to bid Mark farewell as I entered into the cool night, the darkness surrounding me like a comforting blanket. I dangled a cig between my lips and headed home, exhausted and ready to get some well earned rest.

♣♠So how are you guys liking the story so far? I'm kind of in love with Keenan's character, he's just so sassy and sweet. Tell me what you guys think, do you like this Henry guy? I don't know, tell me!♥♦