All Chapters of My Contract Husband: One More Day: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

  "Su casa... very big. Biggest I see. Ever." The maid said, looking around in awe of my large house. "Oh, uh... gracias." I said, causing her to smile. "Please, uh, sit down." I added, gesturing to the couch, she bounded onto the couch, bouncing to a stop, looking up at me like an expectant child.  "So, tell me about yourself." I said. I looked down and noticed the remote control was haphazardly placed on the table. I lined it up so it was parallel to the side of the table as she began to speak. "Um, I was born... in Mexico, near Oaxaca." she started. "I'm 20. I have two sisters and one brother. I came to America to get... new life. Better life." I nodded. "Are you legal? I mean, are you a citizen?" I asked. I saw her expression drop a bit, so I continued quickly.  "It's not a big deal if you are not. I won't report you or anything like that."

 I never used to be this vain. I never used to be such a slut, but things changed. I changed. My life wasn't what I'd thought it would be. My mom always said I was destined for most greatness. I don't know if it was a reaction because of how my siblings turned out, or if they genuinely believed it. But that always stuck with me. My name is Lucy Garzec, am 20 years old. I was born in a small town in westhern Mexico. I think I was an unplanned child, because both of my parents were in their late forties when I was born. I never had much, but I was always happy. Mom and Dad doted on me, and my sisters always complained that I was the favorite. I couldn't blame them though. I was the favorite. I was the only one of their kids with a head on their shoulders. My brother had joined a gang after he left home and we barely ever heard from him, except when he wanted something. My sister's were both idiots, and they ended up pregnant by the time they were 16. I was young at the ti

 I would go out, leaving her on her own, hoping that nothing catastrophic happened. If she had done a better job, I would have been more lenient with her. I would have let her go into the pool, like she had asked me. I would have let her borrow my car to go into town and visit friends, But she was still struggling, and I would find myself having to go in after she left and fix things up. It reached the point where I wondered why I had a maid if I was still doing some cleaning will my illness.  I was patient with her, more patient than I would be normally, but it was starting to reach the point where I thought it might be best to go a different direction and find a new maid. I didn't tell Mike about this, because I knew he would talk me out of it. He was a softy, and I couldn't imagine him cutting someone off so callously. I could though. I could fire the sweet Mexican flower. I could be that bitch. But when I went to let he

I dragged lucy to the kitchen, away from Jennifer, who had gotten into one of her moods. Lucy smiled apologetically to me, and I smiled back. When Jennifer is in one of her moods, it was best to stay away. So me and lucy just chatted as Jennifer was on her hands and knees in the other room. She told me how her parents were always so comforting when she messed up. She was playing with her hair cutely as she spoke, emphasizing how innocent she seemed to be. .  . . It was fascinating to watch her come out of her shell. I felt bad for her as we helped her move in, as she only had a few boxes of things to her name. I could tell she felt a bit ashamed of this fact, so I let her know she had free reign to use our stuff in the house. Jennifer didn't like that I told her that, but I knew that I had to be the one to help bring Lucy out of her shell. Jennifer would be happy if she stayed in her room whenever she was done working,

Her cute outfit matched up to my first impression of her. On her legs were tall, knee-length leather boots. Above those, adorning her legs, were brown mesh stockings, leading up to a slim, black leather skirt, clinging to her thighs. Up top, there was some color to be found to contrast against the darkness of the rest of her outfit.  A slim top, made out of some sort of smooth material, colored white, purple and black, in a slightly floral pattern. The top was short-sleeved, allowing her lithe, tan arms to be left exposed. But what really caught my attention was her chest. This woman, despite having some meat on her bones, had a relatively fit figure, all things considered, which made the fact that she had absolutely massive boobs all the more noticeable. Enormous and round and full, they looked like tanned, overinflated balloons, stuffed into her top, bursting to get out.  The top had laces from the neck down to the middle of her