His Sinful Desire
“But that’s the truth. And sending her away isn’t an option. I need my money back. She is lucky I haven’t killed her yet.”
“Call that girl, maid!” She yelled out, her eyes frantically searching for Erica.
Erica scurried out of the laundry room, “Get us juice.” My mother ordered. She nodded and hurriedly left us.
My mother followed her steps with a look of contempt coating her features.
In less than five minutes, Erica reappeared, carrying a tray with two glasses of juice. Her hands trembled slightly, but she walked toward us, trying to maintain a respectful distance.
“Here’s your juice Mrs. Greco” she offered softly, holding out one of the glasses.
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