Boss And Maid Novels & Stories

“What exactly is the relationship between your boss and Cassie?” Color drained from the maid’s face. “I—I can’t say that. I’ll get fired,” she pleaded, wringing her hands. Genevieve waved it off dismissively. “That will never happen. They won’t even know you spoke to me. I promise.” The confidence in her tone, the absolute certainty, disarmed the maid more than threats ever could. After a moment of hesitation, she sighed and gave in. “Well… Boss sleeps in a separate room,” she began carefully. “Miss Cassie came as Tristan’s coach, but… she became his legal mother. Boss dotes on her. He really does. But that’s all there is.”

The man was cold, dominant, possessive, and he had that mischievous air around him. After a moment of no reply, a maid stepped into the room. “Ma'am, dinner is served,” she informed her and just when Rachael thought she was done, she added. “And the boss is waiting for you downstairs,” and with that, Rachael sat up hastily. She stared at the maid with wide eyes. “What did you say?” She asked, already slid out of bed without waiting for the maid. “Boss is waiting f--” the maid was still speaking, but she felt a gush of the wind as Rachael walked past her, heading downstairs.

Cassandra said, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh friend, I told you not to get your hopes up about the boss — he’s out of your league. Between you and him there’s a world of difference. Do you really think he’d notice a humble maid like you? The lady in his room looks refined and beautiful, very much his type,” the maid said, making Cassandra burst into even louder sobs.

We collided and staggered back in the direction we came from. “What is wrong with you?” I asked annoyed, and the maid immediately aware of what she did, bowed deeply and apologized. “I’m very sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to hit you intentionally —it was because I was hurrying out of the boss's room.” “Hurrying out?” I questioned, rubbing my temple. “Yes, ma’am,” she said, with fear in her voice, as if she had just escaped a real life nightmare. “Why?” I asked. “The boss is in a very bad mood,” the maid replied, after taking deep breaths.

I had always loved a good bit of drama. When I heard that a wife had shown up outside our company to confront her husband's mistress, I immediately put the executive meeting on hold and rushed out in my high heels. A middle-aged woman was waving her phone around and screaming, "Where's Jeremy's mistress? Get out here!" Curious, I hurried over. "Ma'am, who are you looking for?" She glared at me. "A homewrecker! I'm looking for Penelope Smith from your company!" I was still trying to figure out who Penelope was when the woman suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Well, look at that! It's you! You're Penelope Smith, aren't you? You're just an intern, and you're already seducing my husband to secure

She sat cross-legged on the floor with a laptop balanced on her knees. The moment I entered, everyone looked up simultaneously. Their eyes immediately widened and Jasmine grinned first. “That dress is absolutely gorgeous and makes you look like somebody’s billionaire girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes. Jasmine leaned forward excitedly. “Did you enjoy your date with your handsome boss?” “What exactly are you talking about? No, rather how did you know I was with my boss?” My mother smiled warmly. “Your boss stopped by shortly after you left. He said he wanted permission to take you out for dinner.”

Thoughts. She had built a whole world out of them, piece by piece, in the quiet spaces between chores. In that world, he lingered a little longer when he spoke to her. He asked her questions—not just about the house, but about her. He smiled more. Sometimes, in her most reckless imaginings, he saw her the way she saw him. Not as employer and maid. But as something… else. The kettle whistled sharply, snapping her back to reality. Amara turned it off quickly, her heart beating just a little faster than it should.

“Boss, the maid’s name is Lisa. She is 22 years old. She has bruises and bite marks all over her body. She took the money. But she is very scared. She lives in a poor apartment downtown. And has a sick father. “Good. Give her three times more money. Record her on video. Make her tell the full story. Send it to the Media and newspapers. The headline will say: Matt ‘Anderson Rapes Maid and Pays Her to Hide It..” and also help her to press charges for sexual assault against Matt and hire three of the best lawyer in Northvale for her “I will do it right now. What about Matt’s wife, Annabel?”She is already angry, and she’s still not giving in. I saw a video of her crying in the car.”

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Bob's pov "Maid what are you waiting for? Serve us breakfast." boss took his seat and waited for Miss Jenne to serve the porridge that she added a whole lot salt into. She was hesitant but was left with no choice. I could sense the fear roaming in her eyes as she slowly yet hesitantly took the porridge out in the bowls and set it into a stray. My eyes travelled to see the boss watching her in annoyance. He was glaring at her for being slow as a snail.