My Hot Maid's
Do you think I'm like a piece of shit!

"Take me off!"

Bianca was taken to a room dominated by white and black, she could see the figure of a man sitting behind her.

"So you can't afford the drinks and the room you're in!" The man raised his voice making Bianca a little frightened.

"I can afford it but let me call the house guy first, my wallet's gone so now I don't have any money at all."

Samuel immediately turned his chair and facing Bianca, he could see the woman still using a white towel.

Bianca was fascinated by the good looks of the man in front of her until her mouth did not stop opening.

...Crazy handsome really, little godain can times...

Bianca immediately walked over to Samuel, "So this is it.." But Samuel stopped Bianca.

"Stop right there! Don't you come any closer!"

"Eh?" Bianca was now speechless with a confused and dazed face, she was astonished to see the reaction of the man in front of her.

Even Samuel took the room freshener and sprayed it in front of Bianca.

...What this? All the men were vying to get close to me but he was looking at me like a lump of shit...

"Sorry Mister?"

"Samuel."

"Okay, I'm sorry Mr Samuel I was offended by your treatment of me? Do you think I'm like a shit."

"I'm sorry if you feel offended but I'm the type of guy who loves cleanliness, even more so when looking at your current look."

Samuel's eyes looked towards Bianca who was only using a towel, "What a look!" With a high tone Bianca instantly covered the area of her chest with both hands of hers.

Then not long after an old woman came, "Sorry to make you troubled by Miss Bianca's attitude, I'm here to bring money to pay Miss Bianca's bill."

Bianca immediately smiled happily and haru when she saw the butler came to pay his bills.

"Well and you better take care of that woman!"

Tina immediately gave Bianca a debit card, the woman immediately paid off the room bill and some drinks that she ordered. After that Bianca immediately went home, not forgetting she also used the clothes brought by Tina from home.

"Uh.. Aunt Tina, I love you." Bianca hugged with a happy feeling because the old woman had already saved her.

"Miss you better not do such a thing again, if you still do it I won't help you anymore."

"OK, you take it easy this is the last one. Last night I was so drunk and forgot to keep my wallet where."

"Your wallet I found."

"What's? Really but where?"

"In your room."

"Huh? in my room, how can it be?"

"It looks like you forgot to bring your wallet, you better not go to that nightclub again. If the Master and Madam find out, maybe they'll be furious."

"Oh My God, please Bi don't tell them about this. I don't want my pocket money cut," Bianca whined to the butler because she was sure that her parents would be furious.

"For this time." Tina replied, sighing.

"Uh, you're the best."

"Mr Rian is now home and waiting for you to come home."

Bianca immediately rolled her eyes when she heard the name of the man who became her fiance.

"For what the hell did that fucking guy come to the house? How many times have I told you I don't want to marry her. That guy's cunning, he's fiancee, and I just want to use my treasure." Bianca immediately rambled, she did not like Rian at all because the man only loved his property.

Arriving at home...

Bianca walked quickly past the man who was her fiance.

"Muucca!" Call Rian when you see Bianca pass him by.

But Bianca now pretended to be deaf, she did not care despite being called many times by the man.

Rian then pulled Bianca's hand which made the woman look at him lazily.

"What the hell is it?"

"Where have you been?"

"It's none of your business, after all why you came to my house so early in the morning. Don't you have a house?!"

"Bianca, watch your talk. I'm your fiancee and we're getting married."

"No, I don't want to marry you. If you want to stay married you can just marry my father because he wants you to be his daughter-in-law."

"Bianca, what are you talking about? Honey, you better watch your talk. And again at this hour you just got home? Where were you last night?"

"It's none of your business, but I'm obviously having fun with a guy."

Plaque..

Bianca directly held onto her cheek, her eyes staring furiously at the man in front of her who dared to slap her.

"How dare you slap me, you son of a bitch b*fuck!" Maki Bianca with emotions that have overflowed into the crown.

"I should be angry! If it wasn't for your rich family, then maybe a gentleman like me would want to be the fiance of a cheap woman like you!"

Bianca immediately smiled, now Rian had shown his fangs.

"Waws.. Now you've removed your rotten mask!"

Rian immediately apologized but Bianca ignored him and went straight to her bedroom.

The knock on the door of Bianca's room continued to sound, she knew if it was Rian but Bianca did not care about the man at all.

The day had begun towards night, Bianca who wanted to sleep immediately was called by her father who had just returned from out of town.

Somehow Bianca was so lazy to meet her parents and one of her foster sisters.

"What's wrong?" Bianca went straight to the points because she was already very sleepy.

"Bianca this morning you had a fight with Rian? Then you also come home early, where were you last night." Moris immediately questioned his eldest daughter.

"Emmm.. What you say, who's delivering that untrue information." Bianca tried to avoid all the accusations made by her father.

"Rian, he said if you go home early in the morning and play with the guys out there." Moris now raised his tone.

...Rian fucking, watch out for you....

"I didn't do that, I could have sworn if I lied I'd be willing if Rian was struck by lightning."

"Sister, you better confess. Don't even accuse Rian of lying." Yurika immediately defends Rian, he is the adopted son of the Boenavista family.

"You better not interfere, you're not invited!"

"Enough! Bianca, this is your last warning never to do that again."

"OK okay!"

Bianca just went away, her heart felt very sick if she long saw the sight of her parents loving their adopted children more.