Pleasuring The Maid

Ava

work until 11 so I still had time to do my chores. But instead o

w holes in it. My sleep filled eyes remained glued on the old rickety ceiling. I let my gaze trac

nk what if my mother had stayed home that day. Would she still be alive? What i

andering further. I threw the duvet off my body and stepped out of bed, I graceful

and multiple sinks. It was just what you'd expect a girl like me to live in. After taking a show

mall sitting room. But I was happy, I had a roof over my head, I had enough salary to feed me,

a lively and cozy place. A place where I learnt that true love wasn't a fantasy. My mum made sure to tell me every day that she l

bygone. I remembered how my mum would chastise me every time I left m

'Or you think your little thighs are not so little anymore for my fingers to pi

the sitting room. I didn't feel like cooking anything else, my appetite had long gone the

me them. She was a great cook, making sure I was fed all the time. No doubt in my mind she would have forced them down my throat with a smile on her fa

y blamed her death on me. That was a year ago, I was better now, I had learnt how to live with the pain. I never got to see my dad, heard that he dumped my mum once

just let them flow for a while, I surely missed her. I probably stayed like tha

and picked up my phone and bag, locked the door and left for the bus stage

that I had parents to pay for my college fees, I never went to college after

ng. I was not ready to face Bryson yet, so I would finish up my work and leave before they came back

wanted to prepare it early, leave it there for them to warm it up, when

e sunny pink paint that was plastered on the hallways halls blended in with the crystal chandeliers that hung on the tiled ceiling. The lights wer

o the leather couches, all the way to the well polished floor. The intricate pat

r Indian Biryani, with a tomato salad on the side. I had also prepared some fried chicken, and a nice bla

to my body and end up burning me to an extend of blisters forming. What a killjoy, this is not what I had in my mind.

and I didn't want people stares in the bus. I was busy fuming over my stained shirt that I failed to hear the

I realized my upper body was e

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