He looked at her admiringly, he came up close, lifting her long hair, holding them to his face, and breathing deeply.
“Yes, and beautiful hair it is, Karen. By the way, time for a formal introduction. I’m Richard.”
He held out his hand. She looked a little confused. Taking his hand,
“Nice to meet you, Richard.”
“Tell me, Karen. Why did you choose to be a maid? You look just too beautiful to take up a job”
Why was he asking? she shrugged.
“I need the money. I’ve got to get through college and my parents can’t help
much.”
He nodded. “I felt it might be something like that. Do you enjoy the work?”
“No, of course not. It’s lousy work, but it’s work.” She scoffed at his silly question. Whoever enjoys working for another?
“What are you
`“Hey, Kim how are you doing?” Denzel answered as he picked up the phone which had been ringing for a while.“I am fine. I’ve been calling your cell phone foe God knows how long now, you didn’t answer. I left you a voicemail but I’m sure you didn’t check either,” Kim explained.“What is it, Kim?”“A mail came in yesterday. The board members are meeting this morning. It’s gonna be an appraisal meeting.”“Shit! Why didn’t you let me know as soon as possible?”“Well, I tried to, but you weren’t picking up the phone”&
The heels of Eva’s favorite red shoes echoed on the tiled floor of CULID plc. She made her way past Kim as she headed to Denzel’s office. Kim hurriedly followed her. She knew whom she was; Eva Simpson, the daughter of one of the board members of CULID plc, Jamie Simpson.“Hey ma’am, I’m afraid but Mr. Denzel isn’t in the office now and besides, you didn’t schedule an appointment with him,” Kim said trying to slow her down or possibly stop her.Eva ignored her walking elegantly like a runway princess as she headed to Denzel’s office. Kim tried all she could to prevent her from entering into her boss’s office but Eva wasn’t going to take any of that. She walked into Denzel’s office where she sat down comfortably.“I’m gonna get married to Denzel quite soon, so I guess you should get used to seeing me here quite often,” she said to Kim
"I am very sorry for my actions, Kate. I don't have any excuse to justify my actions, but it was uncalled for and unfair. I am sorry about your hand. Does it hurt?" Denzel tried to grab her again but she angrily shifts her hand"You are a monster!" Her finger stabbed his chest. "Sorry doesn't make up for what you did to me. Do you know how hard it was to convince myself that you’re a changed man? You say you’re a good man but I just can’t see anything good in you!" She touched her hand which was somewhat hurting her."Kate..."She raised her hand to silence him as her eyes shut. More tears spilled out."Please don't cry," Denzel said as he touched her arm, but it was jerked off as his touch could burn her."Please go," she pleaded. "I have heard enough." Her bottom lip shook, and she looked up at Denzel."I am truly sorry, Kate. I didn't realize that my behavior was out of l
Kate woke up in the morning, she heard a sound coming from the kitchen. She quickly got out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. She gaped her mouth surprised seeing Denzel in the kitchen making breakfast. He looked so serious as he diced the vegetables, there was a pot steaming on the fire too. He looked so focused that he didn’t know when Kate had entered the kitchen. He was shirtless and Kate couldn’t help but drool over his sexy upper body. Her eyes ran through his neck to his waistline as she carefully examined every feature of him. His strong biceps contrasted and relaxed in quick succession as he diced the vegetables. His abs stood firm decorated by shallow hairs neatly arranged from his chest down to the waistline of the briefs he wore. He looked so perfect. She wished she could run her hands over his hairy chest but that would definitely not be a good idea. No, no way, she said to herself shaking off the idea that was already gathering in her head. There w
Karen woke up in her dingy bedroom, and for a moment, she stared up in confusion at the ceiling, the events of the other day with her employers’ son; Denzel swirling up inside her.It seems unreal; fantastic but yet unreal. She shook her head. After meeting and having mind-blowing sex with a complete stranger, he offered me a job as his … his what?Courtesan? Call girl? And she accepted.He had told her to drop her contact but she couldn’t find a way to give it to him with Mr. and Mrs. McNeil getting to know. After he had left, she had gone to clean up his room and she saw his contact card on the table with a wad of dollar notes and also a letter.Denzel had in the letter told her to resign from her job as a maid to become his courtesan.Her stomach churned after she had read the letter. She felt like things like that don’t really happen to girls like her. Was he actually trying to
Karen got home to find a number of parcels waiting for her in the tatty lobby. Dashing up to her room, she opened them with trembling anticipation. There was a pair of shoes, black satin with impossibly high heels; they were beautiful but not intended for actually walking in. Denzel seemed tall, but standing whilst wearing them, she seemed she might be taller. Or perhaps not, as he seemed well over six feet tall. There were also stockings and underwear, mainly in black, but some in red and others in white. A bodice, with long silk laces dangling invitingly. A skirt, with a long slit up the side, in a far more daring cut than she would normally wear. Another skirt, this one a wraparound style, and she noticed it was cut for easy access. The list went on, and she was dazzled at how she suddenly had so many beautiful things. She might not wear them all, and so she took her time, trying them on, in turn, twisting this way an
Denzel grasped her skirt at the waist and tugging it. With a pop of buttons and a rip of fabric, it tore free. She tried to protest, but he roughly grabbed her chin, turning her face to his. “No!” he said, then, more gently, “I’ll buy you another one.”The ragged cloth of the beautiful skirt is cast to one side. And next, he reached for her panties, pulling and tearing, ripping them off her.She still wore the bra and stockings, her breath rising and falling irregularly.“You can keep those on,” he said, then kissed her fiercely.There seemed to be nothing tender or gentle in his kiss. His mouth was hard on her lips, forcing her mouth open.He dropped to his knees, facing up close, pulling her pussy lips apart and wrapping his tongue around her clit, working it mercilessly.She moaned, trying to struggle,
Kate sat on the kitchen chair lost in thought. Her encounter with her boss the past few weeks had been one hell of an experience. A sweet-bitter experience she must say. He would always hurt her so much but would always find a way to pacify her and get her to feel better and forget about the whole issue. He had just promised to take her to her favorite magazine fashion week show. She had always revered going for the runway show of one of the greatest fashion designer companies in America and perhaps the whole world but sadly she could not afford it.Maybe she was beginning to develop a soft spot for him or perhaps, she was beginning to like him… hell no! came a thunderous reply from her head snapping her out of her thoughts. There is no way in hell she was going to fall for that monster who did nothing else but derived joy in hurting her so much. He was such a possessive rich man who thinks everything could be bought with money including people’s happiness. Falli