The housekeeper

~MILA~

It’s been three days since that night. I had buried myself in my new job, leaving for work by 6pm and coming back in the morning by 8am.

Cooper didn’t care as always even when I had told him about my new job. He didn’t care that I would be out at night, he wasn’t interested in knowing the details of the job, he just replied with an, “okay”.

No concern, no congratulations, nothing…

Cooper hadn’t even apologized for that night neither did he even try to make it up to me.

After that night, I had asked him in the morning before he left for work if he still loved me and why he was treating me this way.

Cooper’s answer was “Of course I love you, my job is just really tasking Mila, it’s draining”.

His words did nothing to the way I was feeling especially because of the mask of indifference he spoke with, he spoke coldly and flatly like always.

I walked out of Perfect Luxury Suites with some of my co-workers, Olivia chattered insistently beside me complaining about Miss Valerie.

Miss Valerie was the head hotel housekeeper, she was very mean and disrespectful but I tried my best to ignore her.

I and Olivia had gotten along the first day we met, she was a chirpy blue-eyed beauty. Always cheerful and always talking. She was funny and being around her made me laugh and forget my problems.

We said our goodbyes with Olivia forcing me into a hug as I hailed a taxi to go home.

Today was my day off and I couldn’t wait to just sleep.

“Thank you mamacita”, the taxi driver said smiling widely after I paid him.

I envied his happiness.

Walking into my neighborhood, I groaned seeing Grace, my neighbor in front of my house.

Grace was very nosy and loved to gossip. I did my best to never indulge her.

She grinned widely as she saw me.

“Heyyy, good morning Mila”, she greeted with her exaggerated voice.

“Good morning…Grace, what’s up”, I replied tired already of the upcoming conversation.

“Ohh.. I had been ringing for a while now, I wanted to ask your housekeeper for some salt, I just realized I ran out while making some fries”

“Your new housekeeper is really pretty I must say”, she continued.

“What housekeeper?”, I questioned surprised.

“The pretty brunette that comes in the evenings with Cooper, she isn’t your housekeeper?”, she asked feigning confusion.

Grace then looked at my outfit, her face taking on a surprised and happy look, “You got a new job, Mila, I’m so happy for you congratulations”.

Masking my emotions quickly, I replied, “Thank you, Grace, yes…. yes, she is, she’s my housekeeper, she works in the evenings when I’m busy with my new job”.

Grace smiled knowingly, I gave her the salt and dismissed her quickly shutting the door before I let out the tears I had been holding in.

I sank to the floor as tears streamed down my cheeks relentlessly. Silence enveloped the living room broken by the sound of my cries, my lips trembled and my throat tightened.

Cooper was cheating on me, how didn’t I see the signs, it was right in front of me, Gosh I was so stupid. He had been coming home really early lately claiming his boss relieved him of some duties.

I had to think fast, my hands trembled uncontrollably as I struggled to wipe my tears.

I needed to catch him in the act, I knew Cooper, he would probably gaslight me into feeling stupid for believing that.

It was evening and I finally heard the sound of Cooper’s car. I had come up with a plan. I walked up to the door and opened it.

“Welcome”, I greeted Cooper, collecting his briefcase as he walked into the house.

“You’re leaving for work already”, he asked and I didn’t miss the subtle happiness in his voice.

Cooper was shameless.

It was 6pm, today was my day off but here I was, dressed in my uniform because I needed to catch my cheating husband. Cooper didn’t know anything about my schedule or job so he didn’t know that today was originally my off day.

“Yes, we have a very important client today, we were asked to come very early”, I replied.

“Okay, good luck”, he said heading to the room.

I looked at his retreating back as my heart squeezed painfully leaving back a feeling of hatred for my husband.

*******

I walked quietly up the front stairs and unlocked the door with my key.

It was 10pm, I had been at a restaurant nearby counting the time as my heart beat erratically.

Entering the house, I walked up the stairs, my hands tightly gripping the staircase rail as the sound of moans and groans grew louder, John Legend’s all of you playing lowly in the background.

Cooper was wicked. He even played this song for her?

Tears fell from my eyes and I forced my legs to move.

“Mmm, I love you baby, you feel so goood”, Cooper groaned loudly with passion.

“Harder, fuck, yesss”, a female voice moaned loudly.

“I’ll fuck you harder baby, I’ll do anything you want, I love you, fuckkk”, Cooper moaned passionately.

I got to the room and watched with a tear-stricken face as Cooper fucked a woman passionately on our matrimonial bed.

It was a missionary style, the woman’s legs spread wide as Cooper fucked her slowly french kissing her deeply.

My heart broke, and I wailed loudly as I rushed towards them in anger. They shrieked in shock and I tried to grab the woman aiming to beat her up.

She was pretty with hazel eyes and brown hair, her body was like a model, slim and nothing like mine.

She moved out of my reach just as Cooper grabbed my arm and slapped me hard.

My ear rang, shock filled me and I couldn’t even process anything until I fell to the floor in a loud thud.

I looked up to see that he was bolting the door.

Cooper had slapped me, threw me out to the floor, and bolted the room door.

I rushed to the door twisting the knob and hitting it furiously, tears rolled down my cheeks blurring my vision and my hands hurt but I couldn’t stop.

“You bastard, open this door, open this fucking door, Cooper”.

“I’m sorry baby about the inconvenience, come here, let me make you cum”, Cooper continued seductively.

“Mmm, fuckkk”, Cooper groaned loudly accompanied by deep grunts, pants, and loud moans.

“Yess Cooper, fuck yes, I’m cuming”

“I love you”, Cooper grunted.

“I love you too”, she moaned.

My wails tumbled out of me, unstoppable, and consumed me, overwhelming. I kept on knocking on the door, my hands were sore and aching. I knew I had gotten injured but I couldn’t stop.

I kept on knocking and finally, it opened.