Nobela ni Louise

“My my, this looks cosy.” Dominic faked a chuckle. I broke eye contact with Joshua and hurried to the kitchen and reached out for a bowl. Because Dominic is much taller than me and has a certain order for how his things should be organised, he placed all the bowls towards the back, causing one of them to slip out of my hands and fall to the ground. “HOMER!” Dominic yelled at me while I stared at the broken pieces of glass right at my feet. “I am so sorry.” I hurried off to get the broom and dustpan. “It was an accident.” Joshua sighed as he came out of the bathroom to peep at what happened. Dominic, on the other hand, did not look too pleased. He had already worn his grumpy face by then and was starting to growl. “I am so so sorry, sir.” I apologised as I started to sweep up the mess. “Why are you so clumsy?!” Dominic asked angrily“Look, these things happen.” Joshua started to defend me“Joshua, it’s okay. You don’t need to speak up for me.” I quickly snapped at him“I am only

“I am sorry sir, for lying earlier. Emma Scorsone is a good friend of mine.” I finally answered “Then why do the records say that she is your sister?” he asked. I felt like everything was just getting worse and worse and going against me. Anything I said would just make everything much worse. I imagined if I had just settled for telling the truth from the start, I would not be in such a messy situation. “I don’t know. Maybe when she was arriving, she must have said something about being my sister to Wilbur and Stanley. I am not sure.” I twisted some few words around hoping it would not come back to haunt me. “Okay,” he said I remained standing above him for some more time. “Can I help you with something?” he asked “I just wanted to know where else the cameras are,” I said worriedly “They are only in the kitchen, living room, dining room and like the corridors. I am thinking of installing at least one or two in here,” he replied “So, there is none in the room I sleep in?” I as

“Homer, who is Emma Scorsone?” he asked again, only his face was starting to get a bit more serious.I knew I was definitely getting into more trouble by pretending to not know who he was talking about. “Uhm…” I still wondered what I was going to say“You know, this could end quicker if you just told the truth.” he sighed “I don’t know who Emma Scorsone is, sir?” I lied quickly “Really?” he queried I nodded. I wondered how he discovered the name and why he was asking me about her. Did the Stanley or Wilbur tell him about Emma coming over? I assumed he had surveillance cameras around the house but he would have probably asked who I was with and not the name. So, I decided that Stanley or Wilbur most probably told him about her. “Finish cleaning up the dishes and then we will come and have a talk,” he said and walked out of the kitchen. I gulped nervously. I had no way out. In times like that, I wished I did not live with him because I would have probably ran off and pretended to

“What a day!” the sound of Dominic’s voice scared me from a deep sleep. “Homer, you can’t be sleeping on the couch!”I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed them to find an angry Dominic standing above me. “There is a room for you to do all the sleeping you want to do,” he said. “I am really sorry, sir.” I stood up and apologised. He walked away, clearly irritated while I debated if I should go and take a nap, or just shower and get out of my maid uniform and call it an early night. “I am so exhausted!” Dominic groaned “How was it?” I asked “It was actually really lovely. I enjoyed it. We went to an art gallery. Her younger sister just actually just opened an art gallery so we saw a few pieces, might buy a few for my house and then we went for lunch to this Japanese restaurant. I was not really a fan of the sushi. I have better sushi but she enjoyed it and then after all that, we went to the park and walked.” he answered “So, it was a date?” I asked “No, no. Not a date. I am not th

As soon as Dominic’s car disappeared, Emma’s car showed up, all before Stan and Wilbur could close the gate. So, Dominic must have passed Emma. “Ma’am, you’re lost. You might want to make a U-turn.” Wilbur said“No, I am not lost. I believe I am at the right place,” she answered. Emma was the last person Stanley and Wilbur wanted to fight with. Even if they were just doing their job, she would still manage to find a way to fight them. “Do you know anyone here?” Stanley asked “I am here to see my sister, Harper Holmes.” She answered “HOLMES!” Wilbur called my name. I walked out of the house nervously. I did not know what Stan or Wilbur could do now that Dominic was not around and Rebecca had stopped showing up. I did not know if Dominic had left either of them in charge. “Yes?” I replied as soon as I reached them. “Well, don’t you look adorable in your little uniform,” Emma said excitedly “Is this your sister?” Wilbur asked. I mean technically she was not my sister but if I s

“I am sorry sir,” I blushed as I asked him to repeat what he had just said “I was saying that we need to come up with a plan for your sleepwear,” he repeated while his eyes traced all over my body once again“Why?” I looked down at my outfit as I felt my cheeks heat up. He kept quiet and continued to look at me. “Because…” he finally shrugged “Because what?” I questioned, “Did Sadie say something?” “No, no.” he laughed “Okay, the both of you guys need to stop with your weird competition or whatever it is.” I wondered what he meant. Did Sadie also ask if I had said something to him? I mean, most definitely if he was saying that we need to stop with our competition. I did not want to ask him what he meant by the competition because he would start talking about that and forget the whole conversation about sleepwear. “So, why are we coming up with a plan for my sleepwear?” I dared to ask again“I don’t know. I just guess we should come up with one.” he shrugged “Then what if I ref

Bash dropped me off at the junction, claiming he was a little too worried to take me all the way to my door. I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, I sighed, grabbed my bag, and hopped out of the car. The early morning sun was already beaming down. As he drove off, I stood there for a moment, watching his car disappear around the corner. Then, with a deep breath, I adjusted my dress and started the rest of the walk home, my mind still lingering on the night before.I kind of felt angry because there was a sudden change in mood. After everything that happened the night before—the way he held me, the way he kissed me—it had all felt so perfect. But now, it was like he had flipped a switch. He barely looked at me when I got out of the car, and he didn’t even give me a small peck on the lips.I tried to brush it off, telling myself he was just in a hurry, but the disappointment still lingered. It felt like I had been pushed aside like I was just another part of his routine. My stoma

“Bash!” she exclaimed, her expression mirroring his shock. Great!I sighed. Being caught by Joey was one thing, but being caught by Katie was something else entirely. The only small relief was that, at least this time, I was not naked.“I thought you were going to yoga,” Bash said, still visibly shocked to find his mother in the dining room.“I am going. I was just about to leave—I forgot my water bottle,” she replied, her eyes narrowing. “Now, what exactly am I seeing here?”I mean, I knew she recognized me, and it was clear she was trying to match us up based on the conversation I overheard the night before."Good morning, Mrs—I mean, Katie," I said, stumbling over my words, nervous about her reaction. "Hey, Vic!" she responded warmly, her arms stretching wide to give me a hug. Her energy was so casual, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an underlying tension in the air.I knew I still smelled like sleep and probably had morning breath, but I could not reject her hug.

"Okay..." Joey kept exclaiming in shock as I scrambled to grab the towel from the floor.I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I could not believe that, in just a matter of minutes, both of them had seen me completely naked.“What is going on here?” Joey questioned, her voice full of confusion.“Uhm—” I froze, my mind racing to find an explanation, but my words just wouldn’t come out.I glanced over at Bash, who was standing there, looking just as embarrassed for me as I was for myself. His face had turned a shade of red, and his eyes avoided mine, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding.“I am confused,” Joey said, her voice loud enough to echo through the hallway, completely oblivious to the volume.“Shh!” Bash hissed, his eyes wide with panic. “You are going to wake Mom up, and then this is going to turn into a whole chaotic situation.”“So, Mom does not know about any of this?” Joey asked, her voice still carrying more than it

Did I just...?He continued to thrust, slow and deliberate, maintaining a careful rhythm as if savouring every movement, every sensation between us.My mind was too clouded to fully register just how good it felt, lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment. But as his movements deepened, pleasure took over, and before I knew it, soft moans and breathless whimpers escaped my lips, completely involuntary yet impossible to hold back. "Shh," he hushed me, his voice low and commanding as he maintained his steady, deliberate rhythm.His grip tightened slightly, his movements never faltering, as if determined to keep control of both himself and me.I lay flat on my back, letting him take control as my body instinctively followed his movements. We fell into a seamless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me, building an intensity that left me breathless.His grip on my hips tightened as he exhaled a low, strained "Damn..." His voice was thick with desire, and the sound

It was a vulnerable moment, one that made my heart race in a way I had never experienced before. The cool air brushed against my skin, making me hyper-aware of everything—his gaze, the way his fingers traced along my thigh, the anticipation pooling in my stomach.I had never been this bare in front of anyone. Not like this. Not in a way that made me feel both exposed and electrified at the same time."It’s barely hairy," he murmured with a smile, his gaze warm.I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. Of all the things he could have said at that moment, that was what he chose. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, be embarrassed, or kick him for ruining the tension.“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, covering my face with my hands.He chuckled, his fingers gently pulling my hands away. “I mean it in a good way,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re beautiful.”I felt heat rise to my cheeks and shifted awkwardly, wanting to divert his attention. So, I cupped his face, pulling him closer as I pres

He immediately released his grip on my panty, his fingers trembling slightly. Without hesitation, he reached for his t-shirt, snatching it up from where it had been discarded. His movements were rushed, almost frantic, as he pulled it over his head, the fabric slipping over his toned body in one swift motion.Did he forget that I was there?I froze on the bed, unsure of what to do next. I wondered if I should go and greet her or if I should pretend I was fast asleep or just wait patiently for Bash to come back. “Who is the girl?” The echoes of Katie’s question bounced off the walls. “Uhm..” Bash responded. I wondered why he was delaying to answer. Wasn’t his mother okay with him having people over? “I thought you weren’t coming back until morning?” Bash asked, his tone casual but clearly trying to dodge his mother’s question.“Yeah, but then my friend suddenly got a headache, so we had to call it a night,” she replied with a hint of annoyance.“Oh.” “Did you have dinner?” she ask