I walked into the mansion no longer a maid but the house master's wife, Cameron and I had our marriage registered today he wanted it low-key without inviting anybody, not even his family. They wouldn't have come anyway, although against our union Gina had no choice but to accept me into her home, actually the house is Cameron's but he threatened to move out if she gave no peace and that was the last we heard of her rant.
The maids eyed me in envy as I passed them. I returned alone, Cameron said he had some unfinished business in the office and told me not to wait up, it hurt to have him do this on our wedding night when we should be on a honey moon instead but everything about our marriage was transactional I doubt he even sees me as his wife.
"How did a woman like you manage to snag my brother?" My path was blocked by Blair, she had her arms crossed and wore a mean girl look.
"Alcohol?" That was the only thing I could think of, perhaps if Cameron wasn't wasted that night he would've never looked my way.
She eyed me from head to toe and said, "of course you must have seduced him when he was drunk hoping to get pregnant."
Her words did not come to me as a shock, I expected this much. "Are you done? Step aside so I can pass." The only thing I wanted to do right now was cuddle with my babies. Cameron hired a nanny to watch over them in our absence, but there's something about leaving my babies with a stranger that makes me feel uneasy.
Blair trailed forward and slapped me square across the face in the blink of an eye. My cheek stung from the impact and a stray tear slid down, she retracted her fingers satisfied then leaned to whisper in my ears, "you might be his wife on paper but in this mansion you will forever remain a maid and don't you dare go talking to my brother, I can make him file for a divorce overnight. He doesn't trust you any way and he most certainly isn't in love with you."
It hurt to admit that she was right, Cameron made it clear that if it wasn't for the kids he'd have no business marrying me. "Here." She squeezed something in to my palm, "this is my wedding gift to you, when you're done crying go to the kitchen and fry me two eggs. Don't make me wait for too long." With that said she strolled off.
I brought the picture to my face, my heart broke when I saw Cameron sitting behind a pool wearing a huge grin with a half naked woman on his lap. I knew right away that it was a recent picture, tears streamed down my face liked a waterfall. Not minding the whispers and stares around I bawled my eyes out like a baby. When I was done I headed for the kitchen to fry two eggs as instructed. Nothing has changed even though we're legally bound together on paper, I'm still a maid during the day and a pornstar at night, I was stupid for thinking anything would.
I was fast asleep when Cameron suddenly barged staggering his way to the bed, one look at him and I could tell he was drunk. Anger flushed through my system, how could he do this on our wedding night? He climbed the bed and trailed his fingers to my waist but I pushed him away.
"You're drunk, you should sleep." I said in a firm tone and he chuckled.
"Wouldn't it be considered a crime to sleep when there's a beautiful woman lying next to me?"
I was completely lost for words, just like that my anger disappeared into the night. Never knew he considered me beautiful, they say a man becomes honest when he's drunk, it must be true. I decided to ask some questions.
"Apart from the fact that I'm beautiful, what else do you think of me?"
He appeared to ponder on it for some seconds then opened his mouth to speak, "you have really nice breasts."
I blushed red like a tomato. "Tell me more."
"The first day I saw you in that bar I thought to myself woah she must be a model, a hollywood actress or something."
I burst into a laughing fit, "now you're exaggerating."
He shook his head, "I'm not I swear, I was shocked when you showed up in front of me the next day as a maid."
My laughter died down quickly, "and what does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything." He said in a single breath and I knew he had a story to tell. "You see I had my first crush when I seventeen, she was a maid in our house. We used to sneak around because it was obvious my parents would never approve but we were going to go official when I finally took over the family business.." He suddenly paused and looked up with eyes wet like a puppy's.
Taking his hand in mine, "It's okay, you can tell me." It must be a painful memory seeing as he was at the brink of tears.
"She cheated on me with my father and even went as far as eloping with him." Immediately he said that I embraced him, in return he held me tightly.
"You're all the same," he cried, "the moment I become nice to you, you turn around and stab me in the back, you pretend to be poor and miserable but everything you do has a purpose, I'd rather go after a woman who openly wants me for my money unlike pretenders like you."
I understood where he was coming from a place of pain did not pick an offence instead I rubbed his back slowly. He pulled away from the hug staring into my eyes. "If you have any hopes of me falling in love with you I suggest you kil
l it because I will never love a maid again."
When I woke up the next morning Cameron was gone which did not come as a surprise, I did not expect to see him cuddling me. After narrating his heartbreak story to me last night he went on to smash my heart into pieces. Not sure what expected but now I know to have no expectations. I was half way through the stairs when two girls walked by."Good morning ma." They greeted."Morning." I greeted back and they giggled on their way up."She must really think she's the madam of the house." I heard one say to the other. Rather than get angry I continued my walk to the kitchen. "Good thing you're here." Blair faced me as I passed through the door. "Fry me some eggs." I wasn't willing to put up with her nonsense this morning, "you should start frying your eggs yourself or maybe get a maid to do it." "Exactly, I'm simply asking you to do your job you have no right to refuse." She said mischievously. "I'm not a maid Blair." "That's not up to you to decide, fry me two eggs now!""Sure." I
"Get dressed, we're going out." Cameron walks into the room, he doesn't spare me a glance and starts stripping out of his clothes, the sight is so marvellous that I even drool although I have seen him naked countless of times. "Why are you still seated?" He suddenly paused and faced me with a glare.I sober up on the spot, "I'm sorry, I'll do that now.. wait.. what should I wear?""Just don't dress like a maid." I don't know what that means but I head for the closet to put together whatever I can find. I pick out a white dress I'm a hurry, it is barely above my knees with an audacious split in the middle."What's taking so-" he stops half way when I step into the room, his gaze sweeps me over in a split second, his expression tells me all I need to know but still I would like to hear directly from him."How do I look?" I question hoping to get a compliment. He breaks eye contact coughing, "not bad.""Yeah, sure." I murmur. We took off in his car, he did not bother to let me know wh
I boldly challenged him, unafraid and oozing confidence, daring him to unleash his worst upon me. “Did you just talk back at me?” His eyes grew darker with each word, as if he couldn't fathom the audacity of my defiance. Sober, I might have cowered and shown respect, but the alcohol flowing through my veins banished any trace of fear."Why am I not allowed to express myself? Or do you wish to transform me into a mindless puppet?" I fearlessly retorted. He blinked back, utterly speechless, unable to comprehend my boldness."You have quite the nerve," he sneered, believing that my newfound status as something more than a mere maid had changed nothing. "You still work for me, and I can easily dismiss you if your work displeases me."I threw my head back and laughed, refusing to take his threat seriously. "You and I both know it's not that simple to get rid of me, considering the circumstances we find ourselves in. Whether you like it or not, Cameron, you're stuck with me forever."As we
"Why have you only just returned now?" Gina's voice echoed in my ears the moment I crossed the threshold.Cameron paid no attention to her and continued working. Clearly, the question was not meant for him, but for me.I held back from sighing. Wasn't it obvious that Cameron and I went out? Undoubtedly, she was well aware of this fact. Yet, she seemed determined to make things difficult for me, which shouldn't come as a surprise."You're a mother," she snapped, noticing my lack of response. "You should start acting like one. You left your two kids behind and went out to party. You should be ashamed of yourself. Look at the time you're coming back home."She walked over to where I stood and sniffed the air. Instantly, her hand shot up to cover her nose, and she gave me a disgusted look. "I can even smell alcohol on you. How irresponsible can you get?"Last time I checked, drinking wasn't illegal. I'm no longer a minor. I couldn't help but wonder what the actual problem was here. Was th
As per usual upon awakening, Cameroon was nowhere to be discovered. I had grown accustomed to this, so I didn't let it bother me too much. With a yawn, I rose from my bed and proceeded to change into my morning attire. Descending the stairs, I entered the kitchen in search of sustenance. For some inexplicable reason, I awoke that morning with an insatiable hunger.I found myself in the kitchen, devouring a sandwich, when Blair stormed in with a scowl etched upon her face. "First thing in the morning and you're already on a food hunt. I wonder if you were deprived of nourishment as a child," she sneered.Choosing to ignore her snide comment, I continued to quietly consume my sandwich. I lacked the energy to engage in an argument, especially not this morning. Blair seemed frustrated by my lack of response and forcefully shoved me aside as she walked past. However, even this act failed to elicit a reaction from me.Coming to a halt, she turned to face me. "By the way, I hope you haven't
Furious, Gina's question halted me in my tracks. Did she not realize that I was not wanted here? Yet, I was forced to remain still and endure their nonsense. How is any of this fair?Silently, I returned to my seat and she nodded in approval. A few chuckles filled the air, and I hung my head in embarrassment.I overheard someone mention that she was once a maid of this family. "You are kind enough to have accepted her as your daughter-in-law," they said. “I couldn't imagine my mother tolerating it. Gina, you are a good woman.”Internally, I rolled my eyes at the remark. Good woman, my ass. If it weren't for Cameron threatening to leave, she would never have agreed to this marriage. Even now, her daughter and she were actively trying to push me out and make my life a living hell. They were probably aware of it, but since I was once a maid, nobody gave a damn. I was lucky enough to have been accepted into the family.The rest of breakfast passed peacefully, with me being shoved to the s
“Pardon me-” I was on the verge of raising my objections until I found myself face to face with none other than the very woman I had spotted with Cameron at the recent party, Helen or whatever her name was. It caught me off guard, but I swiftly regained my composure, carefully selecting my words.Yet, before I could utter a single syllable, she parted her lips and accused me of having a penchant for pilfering what rightfully belonged to her. I knew exactly what she was alluding to, but no matter how incensed I felt, I struggled to rein in my anger."You can keep the dress," I offered, turning away to make my exit. However, she grasped my arm, preventing my departure. I slowly lifted my gaze, meeting her eyes, and within them, I detected an intense yearning."What about returning what you've snatched from me?" she confidently declared, raising an eyebrow.Shrugging off her touch, I stood tall. "Madam, I have not stolen a thing from you. In fact, I don't even know who you are. As for th
The expression etched on his face conveyed everything I needed to understand. As he parted his lips to speak, a sudden, sharp knock on the window shattered my attention. I turned to the side, only to discover Helen standing there with an air of pride. Naturally, I had no choice but to step out, causing her to take a step back upon seeing me. Cameron trailed behind me, arrogantly pushing me aside as if I were inconsequential. He reached for Helen's hand and apologized for the unfortunate incident between her and me. Saying I must have mistaken Helen for some random woman at the store, Cameron assured her that he had spoken to me and resolved the matter. "History won't repeat itself, will it, darling?" he questioned, and I could do nothing but nod in response. However, Helen interjected, asserting that a mere apology was not enough. She insisted that Cameron witness the way his wife had spoken to her, all because she desired the same dress. Meanwhile, Helen had been the one to lay her