SWTVM (The unwelcomed visitor)

I woke up alone in Damian’s bed, sheets tangled around my legs, and my body aching in the best and worst ways. My thighs were sticky, my pussy tender from how hard he’d taken me last night, and every small shift reminded me of how he’d stretched me, filled me, and come hot across my skin. I reached down without thinking, fingers brushing swollen folds, and shivered. I was still wet and still wanting.

But the bed beside me was cold. He was gone.

I lay there a minute, listening to the quiet house. Part of me hoped he’d come back, push the door open, climb over me, and start all over again. My nipples tightened at the thought, but after a few minutes I gave up, pulled on my uniform, and slipped back to my own room to shower.

The hot water felt good on sore muscles, but it didn’t wash away the need. I kept picturing him, cock sliding in deep, face tight with pleasure, and the way he’d growled when he came. My hand slid between my legs again, but I stopped. I wanted the real thing, not my fingers.

Downstairs, I started coffee and toast, humming a little. I felt different, used, and claimed. I liked it.

The doorbell rang, and I wiped my hands and went to answer it, expecting a delivery or maybe the gardener. Instead, a woman stood on the porch.

She was beautiful in that classy, expensive way, with long blonde hair in perfect waves, red lipstick, and a tight white dress that hugged big breasts and a tiny waist. She had a designer bag on her arm and heels that were high enough to make her legs look endless. She smiled at me like we were old friends.

“Hi, sweetie. Is Damian home?”

Her voice was smooth and confident, like she belonged here.

“Um, yes,” I said. “He’s… somewhere in the house. Come in.”

She stepped past me, her perfume strong and sweet. “Thanks. I’m Elena.”

I closed the door, my heart beating a little faster. Elena. Girlfriend? Friend? Another Vanessa?

I led her to the living room. “I’ll go find him.”

“No rush,” she said, dropping her bag on the couch and sitting like she owned the place. “I know my way around.”

‘My way around?’ The words hit me funny.

I went upstairs and knocked on his office door. He was at his desk with his phone to his ear, and when he looked up and saw me, his eyes darkened the way they always did now, like he was remembering me naked. My stomach flipped.

“There’s someone here,” I said. “Elena.”

He ended the call fast, and he stood up but didn’t look surprised.

“She’s early,” he muttered.

He walked past me down the stairs, and I followed, walking a little slower.

When we got to the living room, Elena stood and smiled big. “Surprise, baby.”

She went straight to him, arms around his neck, body pressed close, and he hugged her back, one hand low on her waist, and kissed her cheek.

I stood in the doorway, frozen.

Baby?

He turned to me. “Lila, this is Elena. My girlfriend.”

The word landed like a slap.

Girlfriend?

I stared at him, waiting for the joke, the explanation, anything, but he just looked back, calm, like he’d said the weather was nice.

Elena laughed softly. “Don’t look so shocked, honey. I know I wasn’t supposed to come till tomorrow, but I missed him.”

She kept her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with a button.

I forced a smile that felt like plastic. “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” I said, even though my voice sounded far away.

Damian nodded at me. “Could you make lunch for three? Elena’s staying a few days.”

A few days?

I nodded, turned, and walked to the kitchen on legs that didn’t feel like mine.

‘Girlfriend.’ He had a freaking girlfriend.

All this time, with his mouth on me, his cock inside me, and his hands everywhere, he had a girlfriend?

I gripped the counter, breathing hard as the room spun a little. I thought of Vanessa on her knees that night, thought of me on my knees in the library, and thought of last night, him deep inside me, coming on my skin.

Was I just the side piece? The easy maid he fucked when the real woman wasn’t around?

My eyes burned, and I blinked fast, refusing to cry.

I started chopping vegetables for salad, the knife hitting the board way too hard. I was way too angry, and to make things worse, I could hear Elena’s laugh floating in from the living room. Then all of a sudden, I heard footsteps, and she appeared in the kitchen doorway wearing one of Damian’s white button-down shirts, with the sleeves rolled up and the hem barely covering her thighs. There was nothing underneath, I could tell—no bra, nipples pressing against the fabric—and her legs were long and tanned.

She leaned against the frame. “Mind if I steal this? I spilled wine on my dress, so I ended up picking one of the shirts in the laundry room. I’m letting you know so you don't think it's missing.”

I forced another smile. “It’s fine, ma’am.”

It wasn’t fine. That shirt smelled like him, and I’d pressed my face into one just like it days ago. Now she wore it like it was hers.

She walked to the fridge and bent over to look inside. The shirt rode up, showing the curve of her ass and a flash of lace panties. I looked away, my cheeks suddenly hot.

All day it was like that.

She stayed close to him, hand on his arm while they talked on the couch, head on his shoulder during lunch, kissing his cheek when she thought I wasn’t looking, and he didn’t push her away. He touched her back, laughed at her jokes, and acted normal.

I tried to catch him alone three times. Once when he went to his office, I followed with a made-up question about laundry, but before I knew it, Elena was right behind me, asking if he wanted coffee too.

Then once in the hallway, he brushed past me, his eyes meeting mine for half a second, but she called him back before I could speak. Then again in the garden, he stepped out for a call, and I waited by the door, but like some kind of monitoring spirit, she appeared beside me, asking where the pool towels were.

I couldn’t get a single moment, so by the time it was evening, I was a mess.

Jealousy burned in my chest like fire, and every time I saw her in his clothes, touching him, and laughing with him, I wanted to scream. I wanted to shove her out the door. I wanted to drag him to his room and make him fuck me until he forgot her name, but I was just the maid.

Dinner was quiet for me. I served pasta, salad, and wine. They talked about people I didn’t know and places they’d been. Elena’s hand rested on his thigh under the table, and I saw it when I cleared plates.

After that, they went upstairs together, and I heard her laugh again, then his low voice before the bedroom door closed.

I cleaned the kitchen slowly, my hands shaking from my jealousy. When everything was done, I went to my room, shut the door, and sat on the bed.

Then the tears came then, hot, angry ones.

I’d been so stupid thinking that the way he looked at me meant something, thinking the way he touched me was special.

He had a girlfriend the whole time. Beautiful, confident, and perfect Elena.

I was just the dumb virgin he’d used.

I changed into an old nightshirt, climbed under the covers, and stared at the ceiling. My body still wanted him, traitorous heat between my legs, but my heart felt cracked open.

I don’t know how long I lay there, but then, the door creaked, and I froze.

A shadow moved in the dark, and someone slipped inside and closed the door softly. The mattress dipped as weight settled beside me, and I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could, a hand covered my mouth gently but firmly.

“Shh. It’s me.”

Damian.

His scent hit me, warm skin and faint cologne, and his eyes gleamed in the low light, fixed on me with raw hunger.

He took his hand away slowly and leaned in close.

“I missed you today,” he whispered, his voice rough and low, and my heart slammed against my ribs. I felt confusion, anger, and want all crash together.

His hand slid under the covers, down my body, finding bare skin, and his fingers brushed between my legs, finding me wet despite everything.

He groaned softly against my ear. “Open for me, baby.”

I didn’t move, couldn’t. He stared at me in the dark, lust burning in his eyes, waiting, and the air between us felt electric.

I didn’t know what to do, but my body already knew.