You don’t have to tell me," he said softly, his lips close to mine. "But I want to find out myself."
Before I could think of pushing him away, Alex kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth easily, making me weak. He held my hair, pulling me closer, as if he wanted more. I tried to push him away, but my body didn’t listen, and my arms wrapped around his neck. Suddenly, the door opened, and we both stopped. Alex's girlfriend, Victoria, stood there, shocked. She looked at us, her eyes moving from us to our lips. For a moment, everything was silent, except for our hearts beating loudly. Then she screamed, breaking the silence. Alex jumped back, his hand falling from my neck. "Victoria," he said, sounding tense. But she was already moving towards us, angry. "What is this, Alex?" she yelled, her voice loud in the room. She looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You little slut! I knew you wanted him!" Alex raised his hands in a calming way, his eyes moving between us. "Victoria, wait, it’s not what it looks like." Victoria was furious, throwing accusations at us. "How can you say that? You’re with the help!" Alex stepped back, looking shocked and guilty. "Victoria, no," he said, his voice tight. "It’s not what you think." But Victoria didn’t want to listen, her anger growing. "You disgusting pig!" she yelled, her eyes wild. Then she turned on me, grabbing my arm. "And you! How could you?" I tried to explain, my voice trembling. "It’s not my fault," I said, but she wasn’t listening. She pulled my hair back hard, making me cry out in pain. I felt tears coming. "You're pathetic," Victoria said, holding me tightly. "Both of you." The pain in my scalp was strong as she dragged me across the soft carpet. I stumbled, trying to keep up with her fast pace. "Victoria, please," I managed to say, my voice barely there. Alex stood back, looking shocked and interested. He didn’t try to help me. It was like he was watching a show. With a quick movement, Victoria pushed me away, and I fell onto the bed. "I knew it," she said, her eyes full of anger. "You’ve been after him, haven’t you?" I looked up, my vision blurry from tears. "That’s not true," I whispered, my voice shaking. "He’s the one who-" But Victoria didn’t want to hear it. She let go of my hair, and I fell onto the bed, the pain in my scalp becoming less sharp. Alex stood in the doorway, smirking. He didn’t say anything, just watched Victoria get angrier. Then he left, leaving me with her. "You little slut," she said, slapping me hard. The hit made my head turn, and I tasted blood. "How could you do this to me?" Tears fell as I tried to explain through sobs, "Victoria, it’s not what you think. He started it." But she was too angry to listen, her fury filling the room. She raised her hand again, nails ready to hit me. "How could you do this to me?" she yelled, her voice full of pain. "You’re just the maid!" The slap echoed, and the sting made me cry more. "Victoria," I begged, "it’s not what you think. He... he started it." But she was too angry, her eyes full of betrayal. "How could you do this to me?" she shouted, her voice breaking. "You’re just the maid!" Tears stained my uniform. "Victoria," I tried to say, my voice shaking. "Please, listen to me. He’s the one who-" But she wouldn’t listen. "You bitch!" she screamed, her nails digging into my cheek. "You think you can just take him from me?" Through my pain and shame, I tried to reason with her. "Victoria, please," I whispered. "It’s not what you think." But she was too angry to hear me. She slapped me again, the sound loud in the room. My cheeks burned, and I knew if I didn’t get away, she would keep hitting me. The worst part? Victoria was my stepsister. The thought of her hate hurt me deeply. But the pain on my cheeks reminded me of the reality. "Victoria," I said, my voice stronger, "you’re my family." Her hand went back, ready to hit me again. "You’re not my family!" she yelled. "You’re just a whore trying to take everything from me!" Her words hit me hard. "Victoria," I said, my voice shaking. "It’s not like that. I promise." Her grip on my face got tighter, her nails digging in. "You’re lying," she said. "You’ve wanted him since you got here."She held my face tightly, her nails digging into my skin. "You're lying," she said angrily. "You've wanted him since you got here."Feeling a rush of energy, I pushed Victoria away with surprising force. She fell back, shocked, and before she could react, I spoke softly, "No, you're wrong. Please believe me."But Victoria was too angry to listen. She fell to the floor, acting like a limp doll. The sound of her hitting the carpet made me flinch. "Help!" she screamed. "Alex, help me!"I was shocked and my hands were shaking. This was a new low for her. I knew I had to leave before things got worse. Before Alex came back and sided with her. Before she made it seem like I did something wrong.I got to my feet, my cheeks stinging from her slaps. "Victoria, please," I said, trying to stay calm. "Just calm down."But she didn’t calm down. Instead, she started crying loudly, holding her face. "Oh, Alex," she cried, "she tried to seduce you!"I felt panic as I realized what she was doing. She
I was crying as I walked through the hallway, feeling like the big mansion was closing in on me. I needed to leave, away from their blame and judgment.My hand shook as I turned the doorknob, the metal cold against my warm skin. The door opened with a loud creak, and fresh air rushed in, feeling so different from the stuffy room I had just left. The cool air hit me hard, waking me up.I paused, trying to understand what had just happened. It felt like a dramatic TV show, but it was my real life, and everything was falling apart.Ignoring the rain pouring outside, I stepped into it, letting it drench my uniform. The cold drops stung my cheeks as I ran away from the mansion. The rain was painful, but it was a relief from my embarrassment.My mind raced as I ran. How did it come to this? I had always felt unwanted in my family. My dad was never happy with me, and when he remarried and had three daughters, I felt even more like a failure. My stepmother didn't want me around either, and sh
He was really good-looking. The rain had slicked back his hair, showing off his strong cheekbones and intense eyes that seemed to look right into me. His tall, strong body was in a fancy suit that fit him perfectly. He looked like he should be in a fashion magazine, not on the dirty streets we had just driven through.As he opened the car door for me, I took a deep breath to calm down. The castle in front of us was very different from the mansion I'd just left, but it still felt rich and powerful. The walls covered in ivy reached up to the sky, and the windows shone with the warm light of many candles. The man took my elbow and led me up the cobblestone path with a firm but gentle touch.The rain had stopped, and everything felt still, as if nature was holding its breath when he walked by. His beauty was clear, and every move he made promised excitement and pleasure. He seemed like a piece of art, and I suddenly wanted to touch him, to feel his jawline and heartbeat.He brought me thr
Mr. Harrison was by the fireplace, facing away from me. He took off his shirt, showing strong shoulders and a muscular back. I felt nervous and scared. I knew what I should do, but it was much scarier than I thought.Before I could think, he turned around and looked at me intensely. "You're late," he said in a low voice that made me shiver. "But I see you tried."He stepped closer, his chest almost touching mine. He looked at my dress and then traced his hand along my chest. "Take it off," he ordered.My hands shook as I tried to loosen the ties behind my neck. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. He looked me over, and I could see his desire, which scared and excited me at the same time."Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now the rest."With shaking hands, I took off my bra. His eyes followed the movement. The air felt charged with anticipation, just like the heat from the fireplace."Lay on the bed," he instructed, his voice smooth and thrill
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me in the candlelit room, the sound echoing through the silence like a gunshot. I was alone with my thoughts, my heart racing and my body trembling with a mix of fear and something else. I didn't know what it was, but it was powerful, a cocktail of emotions that I had never felt before.I sat on the bed, my legs still trembling from the effort of holding them open, the warmth from the candles doing nothing to ease the coldness that had seeped into my bones. I looked around the opulent room, the fur throws and velvet cushions that had seemed so inviting now just a mockery of the comfort I craved.Where had I gone wrong? Was it my fault for letting myself be lured here by the promise of a better life? Or was it Alex's betrayal, the way he'd used me and tossed me aside like a dirty rag? Or maybe it was my own naivety, thinking that I could escape my past and start anew.Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I lay on the plush bed. I cou
You're not interrupting anything, darling," she said, sliding off Mr. Harrison's lap with a grace that seemed almost rehearsed. "We were just getting to know each other."I couldn't bear to look at them anymore. I turned on my heel and ran back to the room I'd been given, the grand hallways of the mansion seeming to stretch on forever as I sprinted away. My heart hammered in my chest, the pain of seeing them together like a knife twisting in my gut. But as I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, panting, I knew I couldn't hide forever. This wasn't my house. This wasn't my life. And if I didn't want to be just another toy for Mr. Harrison, I had to take control of my own destiny.Slowly, I walked to the bed, each step heavier than the last. The plush comforter and silk sheets seemed to beckon me, offering a brief reprieve from the storm raging inside. I collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, feeling like a rag doll thrown aside after a child's playtime had ended. For a mom
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. The sun was shining through the blinds, making lines on the dusty floor of the big house. I was doing my chores, focused on cleaning, when the doorbell rang. I sighed and wiped my forehead. Who could it be at this time? It was only three o'clock, and Mr. Hathaway didn’t have any meetings.I walked down the hallway in my cleaning shoes, feeling nervous. I looked through the peephole and saw my boss, Mr. Hathaway. His gaze made me feel a thrill. There had been some tension between us for months, but we had never talked about it.I took a breath and opened the door. "Mr. Hathaway," I said, trying to sound calm.He looked at me, his eyes hungry, making me aware of my maid uniform. "Emma," he replied, his voice deep. "I didn’t expect to see you here."I stepped aside for him to enter. "Mr. Hathaway," I whispered. "Do you need something?"He walked in, his eyes on me. "Emma," he said, his voice lower, "I’m here to check your work."I felt my cheeks heat up
You're not interrupting anything, darling," she said, sliding off Mr. Harrison's lap with a grace that seemed almost rehearsed. "We were just getting to know each other."I couldn't bear to look at them anymore. I turned on my heel and ran back to the room I'd been given, the grand hallways of the mansion seeming to stretch on forever as I sprinted away. My heart hammered in my chest, the pain of seeing them together like a knife twisting in my gut. But as I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, panting, I knew I couldn't hide forever. This wasn't my house. This wasn't my life. And if I didn't want to be just another toy for Mr. Harrison, I had to take control of my own destiny.Slowly, I walked to the bed, each step heavier than the last. The plush comforter and silk sheets seemed to beckon me, offering a brief reprieve from the storm raging inside. I collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, feeling like a rag doll thrown aside after a child's playtime had ended. For a mom
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me in the candlelit room, the sound echoing through the silence like a gunshot. I was alone with my thoughts, my heart racing and my body trembling with a mix of fear and something else. I didn't know what it was, but it was powerful, a cocktail of emotions that I had never felt before.I sat on the bed, my legs still trembling from the effort of holding them open, the warmth from the candles doing nothing to ease the coldness that had seeped into my bones. I looked around the opulent room, the fur throws and velvet cushions that had seemed so inviting now just a mockery of the comfort I craved.Where had I gone wrong? Was it my fault for letting myself be lured here by the promise of a better life? Or was it Alex's betrayal, the way he'd used me and tossed me aside like a dirty rag? Or maybe it was my own naivety, thinking that I could escape my past and start anew.Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I lay on the plush bed. I cou
Mr. Harrison was by the fireplace, facing away from me. He took off his shirt, showing strong shoulders and a muscular back. I felt nervous and scared. I knew what I should do, but it was much scarier than I thought.Before I could think, he turned around and looked at me intensely. "You're late," he said in a low voice that made me shiver. "But I see you tried."He stepped closer, his chest almost touching mine. He looked at my dress and then traced his hand along my chest. "Take it off," he ordered.My hands shook as I tried to loosen the ties behind my neck. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. He looked me over, and I could see his desire, which scared and excited me at the same time."Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now the rest."With shaking hands, I took off my bra. His eyes followed the movement. The air felt charged with anticipation, just like the heat from the fireplace."Lay on the bed," he instructed, his voice smooth and thrill
He was really good-looking. The rain had slicked back his hair, showing off his strong cheekbones and intense eyes that seemed to look right into me. His tall, strong body was in a fancy suit that fit him perfectly. He looked like he should be in a fashion magazine, not on the dirty streets we had just driven through.As he opened the car door for me, I took a deep breath to calm down. The castle in front of us was very different from the mansion I'd just left, but it still felt rich and powerful. The walls covered in ivy reached up to the sky, and the windows shone with the warm light of many candles. The man took my elbow and led me up the cobblestone path with a firm but gentle touch.The rain had stopped, and everything felt still, as if nature was holding its breath when he walked by. His beauty was clear, and every move he made promised excitement and pleasure. He seemed like a piece of art, and I suddenly wanted to touch him, to feel his jawline and heartbeat.He brought me thr
I was crying as I walked through the hallway, feeling like the big mansion was closing in on me. I needed to leave, away from their blame and judgment.My hand shook as I turned the doorknob, the metal cold against my warm skin. The door opened with a loud creak, and fresh air rushed in, feeling so different from the stuffy room I had just left. The cool air hit me hard, waking me up.I paused, trying to understand what had just happened. It felt like a dramatic TV show, but it was my real life, and everything was falling apart.Ignoring the rain pouring outside, I stepped into it, letting it drench my uniform. The cold drops stung my cheeks as I ran away from the mansion. The rain was painful, but it was a relief from my embarrassment.My mind raced as I ran. How did it come to this? I had always felt unwanted in my family. My dad was never happy with me, and when he remarried and had three daughters, I felt even more like a failure. My stepmother didn't want me around either, and sh
She held my face tightly, her nails digging into my skin. "You're lying," she said angrily. "You've wanted him since you got here."Feeling a rush of energy, I pushed Victoria away with surprising force. She fell back, shocked, and before she could react, I spoke softly, "No, you're wrong. Please believe me."But Victoria was too angry to listen. She fell to the floor, acting like a limp doll. The sound of her hitting the carpet made me flinch. "Help!" she screamed. "Alex, help me!"I was shocked and my hands were shaking. This was a new low for her. I knew I had to leave before things got worse. Before Alex came back and sided with her. Before she made it seem like I did something wrong.I got to my feet, my cheeks stinging from her slaps. "Victoria, please," I said, trying to stay calm. "Just calm down."But she didn’t calm down. Instead, she started crying loudly, holding her face. "Oh, Alex," she cried, "she tried to seduce you!"I felt panic as I realized what she was doing. She
You don’t have to tell me," he said softly, his lips close to mine. "But I want to find out myself."Before I could think of pushing him away, Alex kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth easily, making me weak. He held my hair, pulling me closer, as if he wanted more. I tried to push him away, but my body didn’t listen, and my arms wrapped around his neck.Suddenly, the door opened, and we both stopped. Alex's girlfriend, Victoria, stood there, shocked. She looked at us, her eyes moving from us to our lips. For a moment, everything was silent, except for our hearts beating loudly. Then she screamed, breaking the silence.Alex jumped back, his hand falling from my neck. "Victoria," he said, sounding tense. But she was already moving towards us, angry."What is this, Alex?" she yelled, her voice loud in the room. She looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You little slut! I knew you wanted him!"Alex raised his hands in a calming way, his eyes moving between us. "Victoria, wait, it’s not wh
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. The sun was shining through the blinds, making lines on the dusty floor of the big house. I was doing my chores, focused on cleaning, when the doorbell rang. I sighed and wiped my forehead. Who could it be at this time? It was only three o'clock, and Mr. Hathaway didn’t have any meetings.I walked down the hallway in my cleaning shoes, feeling nervous. I looked through the peephole and saw my boss, Mr. Hathaway. His gaze made me feel a thrill. There had been some tension between us for months, but we had never talked about it.I took a breath and opened the door. "Mr. Hathaway," I said, trying to sound calm.He looked at me, his eyes hungry, making me aware of my maid uniform. "Emma," he replied, his voice deep. "I didn’t expect to see you here."I stepped aside for him to enter. "Mr. Hathaway," I whispered. "Do you need something?"He walked in, his eyes on me. "Emma," he said, his voice lower, "I’m here to check your work."I felt my cheeks heat up