Maid for Pleasure 3

JAMAL RUSSO

I woke up feeling more dead than alive. Every part of me hurt all at once and it was impossible to attempt thinking without wincing in the process.

The sunlight streaming in suddenly felt like it had been sent to deliver a peculiar form of torture for my eyes. Without thinking, I dove for the curtain but ended up hitting the floor instead. Somehow, my legs were as heavy as though they had been infused with lead.

Attempts to get up from the floor and walk confidently to the window, close the curtain, and back into the comfort of my bed proved futile. My legs were no longer mine.

"Fuck." I muttered.

I tried to struggle to my feet again and this time I made it to a standing position but that was as far as I could go as my legs wobbled dangerously like the melodious strings of a harp.

The party last night had been wild like every party that had me in it. The duke had been a good sport about it which was surprising because I initially thought he would be a bore like my old man