Enzo The Housemaid Novels & Stories

"What if she doesn't come back?" "She'll be back," Enzo said, his tone dripping with confidence. "Where else could she go? She'll guard my treasury forever. That's her value." The stem of the champagne flute snapped. I didn't even register the sting as glass bit into my palm, or the blood that began to well, warm and dark against my skin. All I felt was a profound, chilling numbness. So that's all I ever was to him. A tool. "Ms. Ross?"

Enzo said, his hand on my lower back, "this is Elena Wayne. My wife." The silence was deafening. Then a man probably in his fifties stood, extending his hand. "Marcus Penn. CFO. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Wayne." "Just Elena," I said, shaking his hand. "We had no idea Enzo was married," a younger woman said, her tone friendly. "He's very private." "That's one word for it," another man joked. Enzo smiled, unbothered. "I wanted to keep my personal life separate. But Elena's important to me, and I wanted you all to meet her."

The sound echoed in the empty room, sharp and mocking. I leaned down, bringing my lips close to his ear, and whispered in a voice only we could hear. "Enzo, how will you make it up to me? With the ashes from those ruins? I burned that house down with my own hands. I turned the gas valve. I lit the match. I would rather have turned to charcoal in that fire than spend one more second as the Moretti family's 'personal property'." Enzo looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. He slumped to the floor, his eyes losing focus completely.

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

“Nothing is warmer and more welcoming than the comfort of one's home, Enzo. Now, can I come in?” I let him in, and he saw Sandy getting up and walking to the door. “Enzo, you seem to attract very lovely ladies,” he chuckled, offering his hand to Sandy, who took it with a nervous smile. “Who is this one?” He kissed her hand, and Sandy went red in the face, pulling her hand back as soon as he eased his grip. “Good evening, Sir. I… I’m Melissa. I was applying for a job as Mr. Ross’ maid. I hope I didn’t intrude on anything.”

Kat POV “Amia…” Enzo breathed, his emotions unreadable as if he had slipped a cold mask in place. Without saying anything further, he strode to the small kitchen and filled a glass with water, grabbing a bottle of pills from the counter as he returned to me. I sat in silence, watching him.

"Oh, the second room on the right is all yours for the night. Sleep well, Miss Belari." With that, Enzo stroller out of the kitchen, hands tucked in his pockets. And I remained rotted in spot on the kitchen counter, stunned, enraged and very much horny and left hanging. What the fuck?

Minutes later, one of the maids come to us and tell us breakfast is ready and informs Gianna should prepare to go home with Enzo afterwards. Breakfast is filled with tension, Sasha is picking at her plate half the time and Enzo scolds Sasha to eat enough and Gia whispers to me how cute they are, I simply nod, its a little weird to watch them. I'm not attached to Enzo but seeing him with her reveals a new side of him, and it's like I am watching what could have been my life I didn't spread my legs for the enemy months ago. “Come on,” Enzo says, wiping his mouth.

Steam rises around them both as he strips off his shirt, sliding into the tub behind her. The water laps against them both. This? This is the lightest I’ve felt in years. His arms wrap around her , pulling her back against him. His lips find her shoulder. Enzo appears in the doorway, curious as to where his people went and deciding the bathroom is acceptable, curls up on the heated tile floor and starts snoring as he drifts off. Zora sighs in contentment as she leans back into his arms and asks him to tell her more about the farm house. She says I have always dreamed of having a little farm with lots of animal, plants, and room for making her crafts. Also can someone else pack my house up?

Standing up, he casually strolls out of the room. Enzo walks out of the library into the living room. As he's about to step in, his legs suddenly fail in shock, his eyes pop out in the wildest excitement. In the living room Eleanor's ass is exposed to his gaze, she's wearing a very short yellow gown made of light linen which she isn't supposed to bend with it. She's supposed to squat if she wants to pick something from the ground but out of so much enthusiasm at the artifacts, she squats without realizing.