Glass Hearts [BL]
Chapter 66: Make It Cream, Make Me Scream[June’s Pov]

Chapter 66: Make It Cream, Make Me Scream[June’s Pov]

JUNE’S POV

Immediately after school, my phone buzzed.

Dad.

"Hey, sweetheart. Change of plans. The job’s been moved to today. They rescheduled."

I nearly screamed. "Today? Are you serious?"

I was halfway out of my uniform, hoping for a nap and the leftover pancakes we go from Sunny after school.

"Why do I have to work today?" I groaned, grabbing my cleaning kit anyway.

But no use complaining. Since it’s just me and Dad, we go house to house doing cleaning jobs for rich people. Our little two-man (okay, one-man, one-girl) cleaning team.

No siblings. No backup. Just clients, mops, and prayers.

It pays okay. Still sucks.

I stood in front of the house and blinked twice.

Is this the place?

I was standing in front of the biggest mansion I’d ever seen. It looked like the kind of house influencers fake lives in for YouTube videos....glass everywhere, shiny floors, tall walls, and doors that opened like magic.

As i stepped in, someone in a black suit.....definitely a butler, waved me in.

The floors sparkled, the chandeliers looked like they belonged in a palace, and the air smelled like roses.

"Hello Miss June. You need to be fast because they’re arriving from the airport today," the butler said, walking me through the house. "We need everything spotless before they return."

Of course.

Rich kids don’t even arrive without people breaking their backs to make the place sparkle.

"Right." I sighed, tucking my hair into my face cap. "Where do you want me to start?"

He led me through a long hallway. Paintings on the wall. Sculptures.

Finally, he opened a tall black door. "This is the young master’s room. Please take care of it."

The second the door swung open, God help me, I instantly regretted breathing.

What in the actual hell?

The butler gave me a look that said, be fast about it and walked away, so I swallowed my complaints and got to work.

Clothes were everywhere. Designer shirts, jackets, jeans....some looked new, others looked like they’d been stepped on for weeks...right here on the floor.

The bed was unmade, I spotted a red lingerie, the desk was filthy, a chair was knocked over, drawers half-open,

And then, the worse of all... right there on the floor....

A used condom.

I stared in horror and slapped a hand over my mouth. "Ew. Ew ew ew. Disgusting!" I gagged, stumbling backward. "Who’s the filthy animal that lives in here?! Prince Trash of Nastyville?"

Rich boys are the worst.

Spoiled, reckless, and apparently allergic to trash cans.

Still gagging, I pulled my gloves tighter, stepped over the clothes, and got to work.

"Gotta be done before they get back," I muttered.

I started picking up the mess with two fingers....and careful not to touch that thing, and opened the windows to air out the room.

Then I moved to the desk....old snacks, crumpled papers, some dumb protein powder bar, and dumped it all into a trash bag.

My magic hands once again made everything sparkle.

Then I grabbed my kit and headed straight to the toilet.

That was when things got weirder.

There were expensive colognes scattered across the counter. A shattered glass on the floor. The shower curtain had stains and was half torn.

There was another used condom on the bathroom tiles. Water dripped slowly from the tap.

I scoffed and hissed.

Why does it feel like something nasty happened in here?

Still, I grabbed my gloves and sponge.

"Ugh. Rich people."

I was halfway scrubbing the edge of the toilet, that looked like it hadn’t seen bleach since the ages when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled off one glove and answered with my shoulder.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Hey, sweetheart. So good news....I finished the Harrison place early."

I blinked. "Wait, you finished early?"

"Yeah, yeah, don’t sound so shocked. There’s one more house on the schedule, but it’s nearby. Think you can handle it on your own?"

I glanced around the bathroom, still messy, but not hopeless anymore. "Sure. I got this."

"You’re the best. I owe you one."

"You owe me a raise," I grumbled playfully before ending the call.

After that, it was just me, the tile floor, my cleaning supplies, and my Spotify.

I popped in my earbuds, humming into my mop handle like it was a microphone. I had a whole playlist of Cardi B songs.

The beat dropped, and so did my self-control.

"🎵 Tie me up like I’m surprised

Let’s role-play, I wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Now get a bucket and a mop, that’s some wet ass pussy 🎵" I sang, swinging my hips and spinning dramatically with a brush in one hand and a spray bottle in the other like I was making a TikTok video for a cleaning Ad.

I didn’t hear the door open.

I didn’t feel the presence behind me.

I was too busy lip-syncing for my imaginary life until....

"What the hell!" I heard someone yell.

I spun around in my Cardi groove, and froze mid-twerk.

My eyes landed on bare skin. Chest. Abs.

"Ha!" I screamed.

He screamed, too.

I dropped my sponge.

He dropped his towel.

No. Freaking. Way.

Time froze.

My jaw dropped.

My soul left my body.

Standing in front of me, completely shirtless and now completely naked, was....

The filthy animal.

The "young master."

The rich boy demon with perfect abs and annoying personality. Ian Han, the asshole from Blackwell.

"Oh my God, put that thing away!" I yelled, covering my eyes with both gloved hands.

"What are you doing here?!" he shouted, scrambling to grab his towel, covering his stuff with one hand, I could still see it dangling.

"I work here you psycho! I’m obviously cleaning!" I spun around so fast I almost slipped on the soapy floor.

"You could’ve knocked!" I scoffed.

"You’re kidding right?" He groaned, wrapping the towel back around his waist. "This is literally my bathroom!"

"What kind of human animal lives like this? Do you even know what a laundry basket is?!"

"This is my fucking room! Who just dances in someone’s bathroom like it’s a concert?!"

"I had headphones on!"

"Well I had a towel on, until you screamed it off!"

"Are you on drugs?" His chest was heaving.

"I should be! Maybe then I’d unsee that thing you just flashed!"

He scoffed. "Please. You’re lucky. Most girls would be on their knees right now. But you can never have that privilege."

I gagged."Ewwww. Rude much? Trust me, I would never be on my knees in front of you cos you’re filthy. Asshole."

"The hell!! " he shot back, chest still rising from the shock.

Then everywhere was silent. Except for the beat still playing in my ear.

I yanked my earbud out. "I can’t believe I saw your.....your stuff."

"What the hell are you still doing here? Get the fuck out." He yelled.

"Oh my God, shut up! I’m leaving." I grabbed my cleaning kit. "This is officially the worst day of my life."

Of all the mansions, all the rooms, all the rich jerks in the city....I had to be assigned to Ian’s. The walking, talking, ego-inflated nightmare of my existence.

He wasn’t just a red flag, he was a walking red canopy.

The guy who made high school a living hell. Ash and Marcus’s biggest tormentor.

And now? I’d seen the devil’s eggplant.

This was it. My villain origin story.