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The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 10
The day had finally come to an end, but it had dragged on painfully slow for Lila. She had kept out of everyone’s way, hiding herself in various corners of the house, doing whatever she could to avoid another run-in with Mrs. Harrington or the maids. She hadn’t seen Alexander in the hallways, not even once.Now, standing in front of the mirror, she adjusted her nightgown. It was a bit more revealing than she normally wore, but she couldn’t help herself. Alexander hadn’t called for her all evening, and she was starting to miss him—terribly. She wore the revealing gown in hopes that he would come for her. The fact that it hadn’t even been that long since she last saw him filled her with a sense of shame. What was wrong with her? He was someone else’s husband. She had no business missing him, let alone hoping he’d show up in her room. But that hope had crept in nonetheless.The longer she stared at herself, the more foolish she felt. Maybe it was time to stop waiting and just go to bed.
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Alexander watched Lila. She was staring at him with her mouth open. She knew she hadn’t misheard him. She also knew that his patience was wearing thin by the way he was looking at her. She didn’t know what he would do if she kept standing here unmoving. He might whip her again. Part of her loved the sensation but her behind was still to sore to take another whipping. He suddenly chuckled. “ You seemed so eager to explain yourself before. And now, you’ve fallen silent.” He stopped laughing met her eyes squarely. “ Strip.” He commanded. His voice was deep and resonated through the quiet room. She slowly raised the gown up by waist, folding it up. She was purposely teasing him. Taking her time with him, after all, she hadn’t seen him since the morning. She brought the dress over her head and discarded it far from her on the floor. The cool air brushed against her skin and she resisted the urge to shield herself. She wanted Alexander to see her. She wanted
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Lila woke the next morning to the soft light filtering through the curtains, the remnants of her erotic dreams still swirling in her mind. She blinked a few times, trying to shake off the lingering warmth of sleep. A dull ache pulsed in her knees, a reminder of the previous night’s punishment. She grimaced as she shifted, feeling the soreness in her legs.Today was another day of waiting on Mrs. Harrington, and she needed to be at her best. Lila pushed herself up from the bed, the covers slipping away to reveal her nakedness. She pulled on her uniform, careful not to tug too much on her aching knees as she slid it over her head. The fabric felt soft against her skin, but the discomfort in her legs was unnerving.Once dressed, Lila made her way to the small mirror on the vanity. She brushed her hair, trying to smooth out the wild strands that had come loose during the night. She had to look presentable; Mrs. Harrington expected nothing less. After a quick splash of cold water on her fa
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Lila's heart dropped to her stomach, and her face went pale. "No, please," she begged. "You can’t fire me. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—” “Realize what?” Mrs. Harrington's voice dripped with disdain. Her cold eyes narrowed as she studied Lila like something foul. “I don’t know what possessed you to do such a thing. And, let’s be honest, diamonds wouldn’t even look good on you.” “Thames!” she snapped, calling for one of the security officers. Lila’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t leave. Not like this. She needed this job. Sure, she was just a maid, but she liked feeling part of high society, even if all she did was wait on Mrs. Harrington. Without this job, she had nothing. Alexander hadn’t even looked at her since the confrontation began. She meant nothing to him, just a plaything. A new girl would come after her, and Mrs. Harrington would hire her without a second thought. That girl would wear fancy dresses, and Alexander would give her necklaces too. “Enough,” Alexand
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Before Lila could react, Alexander ripped the towel from her, leaving her standing bare before him once again. Her breath hitched as he reached out, gripping her throat lightly, his fingers warm against her skin. Slowly, he traced his hand down from her neck, gliding over her collarbone and to the valley between her breasts, teasing her with every soft touch. He knew exactly what he was doing—knew she wanted him to touch her more. But he didn’t. His hand slid down, brushing over her stomach, circling back around her waist, making her wait. “Did you really think I’d let you leave this mansion?” he asked, his eyes drifting back to her, full of desire as they lingered over her body. She shrugged, keeping her expression guarded. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a way to pass the time for you,” she said, trying to sound indifferent. He looked up at her, his gaze sharpening. “Is that what you think?” Lila stayed silent, but her eyes met his. He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver
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Alexander watched Lila’s hands shake nervously. He had commanded her to pleasure herself before him and he was eager to see how she would go about it. He was in love with every curve and dip of her body. Never had be been with a woman like Lila. The feeling of her soft breasts in his hands caused his dick to strain in his pants. His eyes were dark as he followed her every nervous move. Sitting patiently like he wasn’t aching to be buried inside her, but not yet, no. She had to earn it. Slowly, Lila drew her fingers up from her thighs, taunting him. She opened her legs wider, baring herself more to him. Her hands hovered over her dripping core. He did that to her, he made her feel this way without even trying. Exhaling slowly, she began touching herself. She moaned at the feeling of her fingers playing with her core. She traced the outline of her clit with two fingers slowly, loving the torturing pleasure she got from it. Alexander’s Jaw tightened at the sensual scene before hi
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Lila woke the next morning, a soft blush on her cheeks as she lay in bed, thinking back to last night. The memory of Alexander’s hands on her, his whispered reassurances—it all made her feel warm, special. Reaching for the necklace on her bedside, she held it a moment, smiling softly. The necklace was nearly taken from her last night, and it still felt surreal that he’d stepped in to stop it. She hid it in a safer place, tucking it under a cushion, then headed to Victoria’s room for the morning routine. As she reached Victoria’s door, she lifted her hand to knock, but before she could, it opened, and Alexander stepped out. Her heart leapt, her face brightening with a smile, and she blushed as she looked up at him. But he simply walked past her without even a glance, as though she wasn’t there. Her smile dropped, and her stomach twisted painfully. Had she done something wrong? Gathering herself, she knocked three times, as always, and entered at Victoria’s call. “Come in.” Lila wa
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Dinner that night was different. Alexander barely glanced at his wife, who sat trying to make light conversation. Each time Victoria’s voice broke the silence, Isabel’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, clearly basking in the attention Alexander gave her. He watched her, his gaze unwavering, and the way he looked at her sent a wave of jealousy straight through Lila. Victoria noticed too, her attempts to pull Alexander’s attention becoming more desperate, until finally, she gave up, a dejected look falling across her face. Alexander finished his meal, pushed his chair back, and left the table without so much as a glance at his wife. Lila could hardly look. She had spent all day trying to avoid Isabel after the scene with the gown, hoping the tension would pass. But now, everything seemed worse. Back in her room, she absentmindedly held onto the necklace Alexander had gifted her, her fingers tracing the delicate chain. He had given her this. He had shown her, in his own way, that
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Lila’s fingers curled tightly around the tulips in her hand, their delicate petals now crushed by the force of her grip. Her face was contorted in a frown as she walked behind Mrs. Harrington, who was barking orders at a poor man standing on a ladder, adjusting the curtains. It wasn’t the curtains that irritated Lila—it was everything else.She had woken up with that same frustrating, empty feeling from the night before. The night that had started with so much potential but ended in disappointment. Lila had nearly gotten what she wanted with Alexander, almost… but once again, it had slipped through her fingers. It was becoming a familiar pattern, and the anger inside her had reached its boiling point.Mrs. Harrington’s voice broke through her thoughts as she snapped, "Move them further to the right. To the right, you idiot!"Lila nearly rolled her eyes. "It’s a dinner party, not a fashion show, why does it matter?" she muttered under her breath, her gaze falling on the curtains that w
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"Under the table," Alexander hissed, his voice sharp with urgency. Lila blinked once, twice, before quickly scrambling to gather her uniform and bra, diving under the desk. Her breath was ragged as she crouched there, clutching the fabric to her chest. The sound of knocking filled the room again, louder this time. "Alex?" Mrs. Harrington called from the other side. "We can’t keep ignoring this rift between us. I know I said I didn’t want to talk to you, and I appreciate the space you’ve given me. But I’m ready now. I need us to talk about what happened." Alexander’s hands fumbled as he fixed his disheveled appearance, muttering a string of curses under his breath. Another knock. This one more insistent. "Alex? I’m coming in." The door creaked open, and Victoria stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shadows cast by the single desk lamp making the space feel smaller. She paused, her gaze sweeping over Alexander. He was sitting stiffly in his chair, his shirt slightly untucked, hi
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Alexander remained seated in his chair, taking his time to observe every curve and dip of her body. He’d missed raking his hands all over her, sliding his tongue on her soft, creamy breasts. Her soft thighs he’d been between not enough times. He didn’t understand what he ever saw in Isabel. But, despite all these thoughts swirling around in his head, his expression remained blank. He took a slow sip of his drink, taking his eyes off her, seemingly uninterested in the beautiful woman before him. This made Lila nervous. She could never understand him even though she said she did. He didn’t even seem interested as she in her. Did he even like her? She felt extremely foolish. She had come to his office hoping to get his attention , but it was slowly becoming clear that he didn’t see her as anything. Why else would he have sex with Isabel before he had sex with her, and even in front of her. She clenched her fists in anger, and emotion she had been feeling whenever Alexander was invo
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A week had passed since that catastrophic night. It felt like the entire mansion was walking on eggshells, trying to pick up the pieces of an explosion that had shattered everything. The house was no longer the lively place it once was. Now, it was eerie and quiet. Every step seemed to echo like a warning.Victoria had moved out of the master bedroom, choosing to sleep in one of the guest rooms instead. The servants whispered about how she had cried herself to sleep each night, her pillow soaked with tears. When she did leave her room, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like a ghost of herself. She was a mess—broken and lost. Her once sharp, commanding presence had dulled, leaving behind only a shell of the woman she used to be. Her anger had turned cold, silent, and dangerous. The servants made sure to steer clear, afraid of becoming the target of her wrath. No one dared speak unless spoken to, and they jumped at even the smallest sound.Alexander, on the other hand, had b
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Mrs. Harrington stood in the doorway, her face twisted in an expression of pure fury. The room was filled with heavy breaths and the dim glow of a lone candle on the nightstand. The sheets tangled around Alexander and Isabel were now discarded in their desperate scramble to get dressed. “You filthy slut!” Mrs. Harrington’s voice was a feral roar, shaking the walls. She pointed a shaking finger at Isabel. “How dare you?! In my house, with my husband!” Isabel’s eyes widened in terror, her hands clutching a thin bedsheet around her body. “Please, ma’am, I—” Before Isabel could finish her sentence, Mrs. Harrington lunged at her, the force of her slap sending Isabel sprawling off the bed. “You dare speak to me?!” Victoria’s voice cracked with rage. She was upon Isabel in an instant, her hands gripping the girl’s hair, yanking her to her feet. “You little whore!” Alexander grabbed his pants, stumbling as he tried to put them on. “Victoria, stop this!” He reached out to pull his wife awa
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Lila’s pacing grew frantic as she strained her ears in the quiet hallway, listening for any sound. Her heart hammered in her chest when the hallway grew dead silent as if Alexander had never walked in. She crept to her door and cracked the door open slightly, she peeked in, her breath catching when she saw Alexander’s head buried between Isabel’s legs. Her hand clenched the doorframe, her knuckles white. The sight of him with Isabel ignited a seething rage within her. She hated Isabel, hated how easily she was taking her place in Alexander’s heart. The only way to get rid of her for good was to expose this betrayal. It would shake the entire mansion, but she was willing to cause an earthquake to prove that she was more worthy of Alexander’s attention. With a deep breath, Lila made her decision. She hurried down the dimly lit hallway, her steps purposeful, heading towards the grand wing of the mansion where the Harrington’s slept. She reached Mrs. Harrington’s bedroom door, hesitat
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Isabel’s body was filled with raw lust that made her feel like she was going to lose control. She felt heat pool between her legs as Alexander slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Her nipples went hard against the thin fabric of her night gown. Alexander’s hands slipped down to cup her round ass. The excitement of what he was about to do her evident in his rapidly growing bulge. His hands slid down to her soft thighs as he lifted her up in one swift motion. He tried not to think of how Lila’s thighs were thicker than hers. Isabel wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as she moaned into the kiss. She could barely breath but she didn’t mind. He dropped her onto the bed and her short nightgown rode higher up her thighs, and Alexander could see that she was completely bare under the gown. He wasted no time in taking off his shirt and trouser. His cock was so hard, the veins going up the length making it look monstrous in size. The tip was red, and precum oozed out of the small
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Lila paced back and forth in her small, dimly lit room, the only sound the soft creak of the floorboards beneath her feet. Her head was pounding from the anxiety, her thoughts swirling with anger and jealousy. She didn’t know how long she’d been awake, staring at the walls, ears straining to catch the slightest sound. She wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore, only that it was late enough for the rest of the house to be in silence. But she couldn’t sleep, not when her mind was so full of questions. Would he go to her room? What would he do once he got there? The thought of Alexander with Isabel made her stomach twist painfully. Would he punish her for the chaos earlier, or would he give her pleasure just like he had done for Lila? The idea was maddening. She felt like she was losing her grip, and a dull ache started to form behind her eyes. Finally, she stopped pacing, her breath hitching as she heard it: the faintest sound of footsteps in the hallway. Her heart jumped to her
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The house buzzed with activity as Mrs. Harrington returned earlier than expected, her usual poise shattered. Her face was flushed, lips pressed into a thin line. She stormed into the grand hall, her shrill voice cutting through the chatter of the servants. “My ring! My wedding ring is missing!” she screeched. The house froze. Every servant in earshot flinched, and a ripple of panic spread through the room. Lila, standing quietly near the staircase, felt a thrill of anticipation. It was time. Her plan was unfolding perfectly. She had planted the ring in Isabel’s room only moments before, making sure to hide it in a place where the security would easily find it during the search. The security team, led by Mrs. Harrington herself, wasted no time. “Search every servant’s room! No one leaves until we find it,” she commanded. Her words were law, and the guards scattered like mice, scurrying up the stairs and into the hallways. Lila followed them discreetly, keeping her expression neutral
