phillip langham –––– philliplangham:
Phillip was lounging on his sofa, his tablet on his lap and his left arm stretched out on the backrest, when the phone rang throughout his townhouse. He picked it up and found himself talking to Audrea’s maid who was asking to talk to his maid. Phillip knew well that Martha would not have called if it weren’t an urgent matter, not like she was best friends his maid. Martha wanted for his maid to prepare a home-cooked meal for the heiress who was spending the day alone today. The French maid already had a high speculation that her employer had already skipped breakfast and just like that, Phillip assured her that it was going to be okay. Instead of asking his maid, though, Phillip decided to stop by her penthouse himself.
“Your nanny sent for me as her substitute,” he smirked cheekily. “Can I come in?” He asked.
“My nanny?” Audrea raised her eyebrow, a smirk at her lips. She knew by now that it was Martha’s doing, but she did not think that she would be brave enough to order Phillip around. “Come on in,” she opened the door wider and stepped aside for him. “So Martha actually ordered you around and asked you to come here and make sure I survived the night?” She asked with a little sarcasm to her voice.











