A Maid For The Ruthless Brothers

ElsieIf I ever leave this mansion, It would be in handcuffs. I don’t care how long it’d take for me to execute my long-perfected plans, but the Lancaster brothers must pay dearly for what they took from me.I sneezed as dust that rose from the sofa I was dusting made its way into my nostrils.Before going to bed I left the house in an immaculate condition – one could have eaten off any surface of the room, but waking up this morning and walking into the living room, the entire place looked like a pigsty.I knew the boys were having some friends over, but I didn’t think they’d leave such a mess. The coffee table in front of the sofa had ten disposable cups on it with varying amounts of different sticky liquids in them, about a dozen wine bottles, and a dented pizza box. There are clothing and garbage strewn all over the living room and the dining table still had the remains of dinner last night.I spent hours cleaning.The boys could not have made this house dirtier if they tried. Eve

ElsieI stripped out of my clothes in the bathroom and turned on the taps of the shower, trying to wrap my head around how anyone could be so entitled as to think they could do anything they wanted because they were untouchable. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I groaned into my hands as I remembered I let Aiden kiss me. What was I thinking? What would have become of me if Lena hadn’t come right on time? Maybe I could have lost myself in that fantasy imagination of having two hot men worshipping my body. If Lena hadn't interrupted, I don't think I had the control to stop them from fucking me up against the kitchen countertop. I’d love to have sex one day. I love the idea of sex more than just about any other fucking thing in existence, but not with these men. They are hot and all and I can’t deny having some uncontrollable attraction towards them, but not just with them. Never!And the way I felt when they were both touching me... My gosh! I couldn't stop thinking about them no matter how

Elsie Mr. Lancaster returned from his trip a few hours after the boys left for school and he had instructed me to make dinner as he’ll be expecting some guests. After I ironed Jacob and Aiden’s clothes and neatly arranged them into their wardrobe, I went into the kitchen to tackle dinner, not having any idea of what to cook or what his guests might like. Thankfully, there was a list on the countertop that had been left for me. It was a printed menu for a week which made me wonder if these guests would be staying for more than one night. There were also recipes and specific instructions on how to get groceries. Some of the writing was by hand. It looked to be more feminine handwriting, but no lady except me lived in the house. It wasn’t Mr. Lancaster’s nor the boys, so whose was it? The recipes were sorted by date, so I simply found today’s date and I got started on tonight’s dinner of… Mac and cheese and grilled turkey and veggies. Piece of cake, I thought. I needed money for gr