The Billionaires Secret Affairs

"Alice, go and serve Mister Carson tea in the garden. Make two cups. he has a visitor

"Yes, Miss Grace," Alice sat up. She had been lying quietly in her quarters and resting when the head maid, Grace, came. She grumbledly got up from bed; she had just wanted to get a nice sleep right now before Grace came. She could have sent anybody else; the other maids are not busy. It was clear she was purposely targeting her.

She went and prepared the tea while mumbling. After she was done, she brought the tea to the garden where Sir Carson was staying.

Carson was the only son of her boss, MacPherson. The MacPhersons were a very powerful family. They're wealthy and well-connected in the government and military. The MacPhersons were a huge family, and they had five girls with their nephews and cousins visiting now and then.

She heard from the other maids that serving in the MacPhersons' family wasn't easy. The children look down on us and mostly don't talk to us with manners.

Tomorrow will make it the first month Alice started working as a maid in the MacPherson family. She was very expectant of the salary. The MacPherson family pays their workers very well, which was one of the reasons why she decided to work here.

When she reached the garden, she became nervous. This was the first time she would be interacting with Carson. Over the one month she was here, Carson had traveled and only returned today. From what she heard from the other maids, Carson was bad-tempered and hated clumsy people. But he wasn't all that bad and mostly treats everyone equally, so long as you don't get on his nerves.

In the garden, a man was sitting calmly and talking with a woman that was sitting opposite him. The girl's eyes sparkled now and then, and she looked like she was flattering the man. Alice's eyes settled on the man who was very handsome and lean. The clothes he was wearing were most probably branded judging by their qualities.

"Sir, here's your tea." I interrupted. The girl looked at me in displeasure. She was blonde-haired and wore thick makeup. Her clothes were from a famous brand, but they weren't decent; she was basically half-naked with her cleavages showing.

It seems like the rumor I heard was true; it was said that Mister Carson was a womanizer and normally sleeps with different girls. But he rarely brings them to the house though.

The girl, who was likely one of his mistresses, tried to shoo her off. "Pour the tea and go; you are interrupting us," she said angrily. Unlike the other mistresses, she was someone with status and believed she had more chance with Carson than those hungry bitches. She was a bit arrogant and felt angry that this stupid maid interrupted them. And when she saw that the maid was very beautiful and had a well-rounded shape, she became angrier.

Alice ignored her and started pouring the tea; in the process, her hand shook, and a small bit of the tea poured on the girl's clothes.

Pah!

"How dare you! Do you know how much I bought this clothes? You can't afford it even if you save up for ten years," she cursed. Alice touched her burning cheeks feeling and winced in pain. She felt very bitter; it was just a very small negligible amount that poured on her. It doesn't warrant the slap.

"Hey, why did you hit her like that?" Carson scolded.

"Can't you see what she did to me?"

"You could have just scolded her; we don't hit people here," he said angrily.

"I am sorry," she pretended to be unhappy, acting cute.

"And you," Carson said, facing Alice, "you have to be careful; you should stop being clumsy. Next time such a thing happens, you are going to hate me. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Now go!" He ordered; Alice nodded and left the garden; she was feeling pained; this was the first time anyone had slapped her. In her father's house, she was pampered; her father used to be well off, as they had been a happy family. Both parents had taken good care of her and her siblings until he was murdered. That was when her life changed. His boss claimed that her father had been stealing the company's funds and had seized their assets.

Her mother resorted to borrowing, and now she couldn't repay the loan shark. They started demanding she pays them or they will take her daughter.

That was why she decided to work for the MacPherson family. So she can raise enough money to repay the loan and also help pay her siblings' tuition fees.

She went back to her room. "Why are you looking like this Alice?" Clara asked. She was also a maid and had been in the MacPherson family for a year now.

"Oh, it's nothing. I got sand in my eyes," she lied and went to the wardrobe. It was getting late, so she wanted to wash up before going to sleep.

"Come on Alice, stop lying, tell me the truth; you look like someone that has been crying. Do you think I am a three years old you can deceive anyhow?" She insisted.

"There's really nothing wrong; it's just that I was slapped."

"What! Who slapped you? It's not the head maid, right? If it's her, you have to report to Missus MacPherson. She is a good woman and is very upright; she wouldn't hesitate to punish even the head maid."

"No, it's not her," she replied.

"Oh, who is it then?"

"It's that woman with Mister Carson," she answered.

"That bitch Lisa, don't mind her; she thinks she is the future madam of the house but she is just daydreaming."

"Oh, you seem to know her."

"Yes, I heard about her while eavesdropping on the conversation between the MacPhersons' girls. They said she was a gold digger. Her family was slightly well off, and they have a connection with the MacPhersons' family. Their family had a problem recently; I heard they lost lots of money."