Novel & Cerita Free Use Maid

"Trinkets. You say! Don't be quick to forget that I paid off all your debts." "And you made sure I paid back every red cent in kind. I've been like your sex slave for three whole years, Dimitri. I consider my debt to you paid in full. Now, I want to be free, free to get married, and maybe have kids. Since you can't give me those things, there are lots of men out there who will." "You think so?" I said with a sneer. "I know so," she said with confidence that had me staring at her.

She dropped to her knees to clean the mess, and leaned close enough that only I could hear. “Ne lui faites pas confiance,” she whispered in French. (Don’t trust him). Before I could react, Mr. Bluesmith stormed back in. “Clumsy girl! Look at the mess you’ve made in front of our guests!” he snapped. The maid mumbled a frantic apology, head bowed, then practically ran from the room. We stood at the same time. The meeting was over. In the car, as the estate disappeared behind us. I leaned back against the leather seat.