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“HERA!” Amelia yelled from the living room. I immediately stopped ironing the shirt I’d just gotten out of the laundry. I turned off the iron and jogged to the living room. I was in trouble, I knew that much but what I didn’t know was my offense this time. I could only hope it wasn’t something serious because to Amelia the more severe she found the offense, the more severe the punishment she gives. Just yesterday she threatened to cut back on my wages if I did anything to push her off. I would take her beatings and assault any day anytime as long as she doesn’t reduce my wages. “You called for me, Ms,” I said, my heart pounding from fear. “You stupid BITCH!” Before she could finish saying, her palm made contact with my cheek. The force she had used to slap me had been so great that my cheek stung. If I were alone, I probably would have cried but I was and I’d die before I let Amelia see me cry. I’d die before I give her the satisfaction that she brought me to tears. “Just look at
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“Honey, You’re back.” Amelia said with a sickly smile on her face. She pulled her wrist out of his hold and turned to face him, placing a firm kiss on his lips. I couldn’t help but notice how stiff and unresponsive Dylan was. “How was work? You’re early today.” Her hands trailed down his chest. “What was happening here just before I arrived? Amelia what were you doing to Hera?.” He said in a tight voice. His face was set in a grim expression, he looked angry. It was quite weird seeing anger in Dylan as it was an emotion I’d never seen in him. Yes, I’d seen him upset about certain situations but not once before that moment had I seen him angry. “Um n-nothing, babe. You must be hungry, come with me I’ll fix your lunch for you.” She said as she tried to drag him away with her but he didn’t move. His feet were rooted to the spot. “Answer my question, Amelia!” He spat in a dangerously low voice that brought chills into my bones. I didn’t think I could ever find Dylan scary but I did at
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“Hera, please wait!” Dylan’s voice said as he followed me around the house. He had been trying to talk to me for the past few days and I’d been avoiding him under the guise that I was busy with my chores. Just so I wouldn’t talk to him, I started to wash already lean plates and iron already ironed clothes. I swept and tidied the rooms again even though I had already done it before. I was ready to do everything all over again if it would mean he would back off away from me. “Hera, please!” He pleaded. “I’m sorry, sir. I really have to do the laundry. Ms. Amelia would be mad if she came back and find out that I was her the wash the clothes she asked me to.” It was a lie. I had already washed all that clothes the previous day but I was in no mood to talk to Dylan. I didn’t know what he wanted to say to me and although I was curious, I didn’t want to satisfy my curiosity. And yes, this was still about what I heard in Brie’s room that day. Knowing Dylan could go back to his wife immedia
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The kiss started slow, sweet, and sensual. His hands were cupping my face, bringing us even closer and unlike the last time, my hands didn’t lay limp by my side, I placed them flat on his chest, feeling his hard muscles and abs. I could feel his heartbeat, it was just pounding as hard as mine was. One hand moved down my waist as he navigated the way to his room.His other hand left my face for my waist. As he deepened the kiss, the urge for more consumed. I didn’t want his hands on my waist but rather somewhere more intimate. A sudden confidence consumed me and I found myself moving his hands from my waist down to my ass. I was a curvy girl and the maid uniform Amelia made us wear did nothing to conceal that. The deep sound that erupted from the back of Dylan’s throat told me that he was more than happy to have his hands on my ass. He didn't waste any time squeezing them firmly in a way that send delicious waves of want down my spine. I suddenly found myself wanting more, much more.
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“How are you feeling?” Dylan asked, his voice still breathless. “Did I…hurt you?” He almost sounded scared. He leaned up against his elbow to gaze down at me with a worried expression on his face. “Please Hera, tell me, did I hurt you?” His eyes flitted across my face and a soft smile broke out on my face. I shook my head at him my hand reaching up to touch his handsome face. “You didn’t hurt me, Dylan, I promise.” I said, caressing his smooth skin softly. He kissed the inside of my wrist and then my palm before brushing away the few strands of stray hair on my forehead. He was now hovering above me but was careful enough not to rest his shoulder on me but rather on his elbows. “Are you sure? You look a bit…” he trailed off. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m just a little sore but I heard that’s normal the first time. I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Are you thirsty? Should I get you something to drink? Some painkillers?” He asked and I shook my
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A fit of nausea jolted me awake. I ran to the bathroom, lowering myself down to the toilet seat to puke out my guts. I retched till the remnant of the dinner I had the night before was down the toilet, till all I could puke out was bile. I sat down on the floor, leaning against the cold tile when the urge to puke was gone. It was the third time that week I’d had to throw up so early in the morning all of a sudden. I’d at a moment thought it was just a bug but as it persisted I started to get worried. I got up from the bathroom floor and washed my face with cold water before brushing my teeth to get rid of the foul taste of my regurgitated dinner. Walking back to my room, I glanced at the small alarm clock on my bedside table, it was just past three am, three hours earlier than the time I have to get up to start doing my chores. I could no longer, my throat felt dry from all the rest hung I had to do. I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water. The kitchen was d
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“I love you.” Dylan’s words echoed in my mind.It was around 4 am that morning before anyone in that house could think of waking up. A knock on my door jolted me awake, and I had at first thought I was dreaming that was until I heard him whisper; “It’s me.”I had immediately jumped off my bed to open the door for him. “What are you doing here?” I whispered yelled at him, looking behind him to see if no one followed him. “She’s fast asleep. She wouldn’t know that I’m gone. And I’m here because…” he lowered his face to kiss my forehead. “I couldn’t sleep. Not when you’re not by my side.” “You’re such a sweet talker.” I said trying to hide the fact that I was swayed by his words. “It’s the truth, babe. I’m not trying to sweet talk you.” He kissed my hair. I thanked the skies that I didn’t blush easily if not, I would have been as red as a tomato. The way he used the pet name so casually made my pulse spike to a hundred beats per minute. I pretended like I didn’t hear it as that was l
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I didn’t see Dylan until he got back from work that evening and by then, I’d drawn to a conclusion that he didn’t say those words I thought he did but rather, my mind had played tricks on me making me hear what it knew I wanted to hear. It only made sense right? Because there was no way Dylan could fall in love with someone like me, a maid, a nanny. It was impossible. He was always going to love his wife, the millionaire’s daughter. I mean how could he love me and then kiss his wife in front of me? Loving someone meant not wanting anyone else but them. Like me, the thought of being with another man repulses me that’s because I loved him. I didn’t want anyone else but him. But unfortunately, he didn’t feel the same way towards me. It didn’t matter if he kissed me as if he wanted only me or if he made me feel like the most precious thing on earth. All that didn’t matter if he would just keep running back to his wife. I pushed the button to flush the toilet after puking my guts out.
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