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 moved to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and spun around to leave when I felt her grip my hair from behind, turning around I graced her cheek with my palm, I was in no mood for nonsense today.
Cameron's confession made it clear that there was no hope for us, why will I bother tolerating his unruly sister? And to think she's three years younger, from today henceforth I refuse to take any more bullshit. Blair was too shocked to say a word.
I made my way to leave but she suddenly pushed me from behind causing me to fall flat on my face then she pounced on me like a wild cat. It took little effort to flip her over, I rushed her with several slaps all at once. I was going to deliver one last hit when someone held me back. I looked up to see Cameron staring at me, "what do you think you're doing?" His angry tone boomed across the kitchen.
Blair was smiling on the floor aware that her big brother would probably take her side, he pulled me up with his grip tight on my arm. "You're hurting me." I cried but Cameron did not care.
"How dare you hit my sister? It hasn't even been days, and you're showing your true colours already?"
"She's the one who started it." I defended.
"Do you realise she's a minor?" He questioned.
So? I should sit back and let her push me around when she could literally be my younger sister. "Does being a minor give her a free pass to hit me?"
He opened his mouth the speak but quickly closed it, and without saying a word pulled me out of the kitchen.
"Let go!" I demanded but he continued dragging me up the stairs.
We go to his room and he shoved me on the bed harshly.
"What are you-" before I could complete my sentence he flipped me over and spanked my ass, I flinched at the roughness of his palm and he did it again, it gave a bittersweet feeling of pleasure mixed with pain.
I was putting on a skirt which made it easy for him to trail his hand underneath and rip my lace panties apart. My skirt went over my head in a minute, he descended on me raw like a wild animal spanking my ass with each stroke. He went on to grab my ponytail increasing his pace, I cried out both in pleasure and pain, Cameron has never fucked me this way before.
"Please." I sobbed into the pillow but he kept hitting hard, like my tears were music to his ears. I have no idea how long he went on for but by the time he was done I could barely move my waist and was forced to remain still in the painful position.
However, he flipped me on the bed harshly causing me to shout then his brooding figure came over my tiny frame, he grabbed my tits and squeezed, "bear this in mind anytime you want to make trouble, I don't hit women with my fists but I can certainly do it with my dick. This is just a tip of the iceberg, next time I'll have you blind folded with your hands tied then I'll fuck you hard, I won't stop until the pillow is dripping wet in your tears. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." I quickly nodded not wanting a replay of what just happened. He rolled off the bed, got dressed and left the room. I tried to move but was unable to so I just laid there in a pool of my tears.
The sound of my baby crying forced me out of bed, I ran to the next room where the nanny was taking care of them. I found my daughter Vera crying and quickly cuddled her. "You should feed her." The woman advised and excused herself out of the room.
While I was busy breastfeeding her, Leo started crying. I placed Vera down and picked him up but as soon as I did that she burst into a crying fit again. With both babies crying my head became a mess, I didn't even know how to soothe them.
"Can't I have some peace in this house!" Gina kicked the door open.
"I'm sorry." I apologised placing the both of them on my lap to breastfeed at once but I mistakenly lost hold on Leo and he headed for the floor. Cameron raced in like a cheetah and caught him before a catastrophe could occur. He laid the baby down gently and faced me with a glare.
"You have just one job!" He yelled, it was two actually but I remained silent.
"Remember, if anything happens to my kids, I will not only
file for a divorce but you will also find yourself in jail."
"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
My ears reached their breaking point, unable to bear another word. I stood my ground, refusing to yield to their demands. I declared that I would not apologize to this woman, for I am not at fault. I firmly believe I have done nothing to be sorry for. They cannot bully me into agreeing to something I did not do. I will not apologize, and that is my final decision."What did you just say?" He questioned, but his words felt more like a threat. Despite this, I refused to let it affect me. "You heard me right, dear husband. Since our marriage is merely a facade and you have no qualms admitting it in front of others, you shouldn't be so bothered. After all, we are only together for the sake of the children."He appeared utterly dumbfounded, as if he couldn't fathom that those words came from me. Honestly, I couldn't believe it myself. I don't know where this courage has come from. Perhaps it's the way she stares at me with a smug grin on her face, or the audacity with which she shamelessly