House Keeping Novels & Stories

She was always trying to keep up with the Texas way of saying things. She’d better get up, she did have a job to do here at the Triple K. Mags the Housekeeper. Well, the house wouldn’t KEEP itself! She went in and showered, then wrapped a towel around her. Damn, when will they make towels to cover Double Ds? She kept tugging on the towel as she stopped in the hall to tuck it back in around her boobs. “Well, hot damn! It’s the Double Ds at the Triple K.”

“Thank you so much.” “No problem, I hope you can find your way around easily. The apartment has a good electricity supply, thanks to back-up generators so you don’t need to worry about a power outage. Also, a housekeeper comes twice in month to tidy up so the apartment isn’t abandoned or gathers dust. You should be able to sleep here this night without having to do any cleaning.” “All I need is a roof over my head and this is already more than enough.” His phone rang and he informed me it was the boss.

"But I don't recall making any arrangements with Stellar Cleaners. Are you certain you have the right address?" The housekeeper consulted her notepad, her brow furrowing in genuine concern. "I double-checked the address provided, and it matches the one on our records," she replied, her tone carrying a mix of professionalism and perplexity. Blake expressed his gratitude to the housekeeper for her diligence despite the confusion. With a polite nod, he acknowledged the situation and the mix-up that had occurred. "Thank you for your time," Blake said, maintaining a polite yet puzzled tone. "It seems there has been a misunderstanding."

Levi tells me, already walking down the hall. "Okay," I murmur, still taking in the space. I don't know what I was expecting, but this is better than any place I could have imagined. The place is pristine. Grey and white walls, a matching dining table, and spotless white sofas. 'For a bachelor's house, it's surprisingly well organized.' "Yeah," I jump, startled by the sound of his voice. I didn't even hear him come back. I turn to find Levi a few feet away, an amused smirk on his face. "I have the housekeeper come in on Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays. But aside from that, I do some cleaning myself. I love keeping my things organized," Levi explains.

Housekeeping shouldn't open any drawers in an occupied room. One of her eyebrows raises higher, but she pretends to lock a seal over her lips and throws away the key. "I guess you'll never find out." "I guess not." Under no conditions am I going to enter someone's room and then look through their underwear drawer. "No, I've got to go. I'll see you later?" The housekeeping staff gets out of work two hours before I do, but Cammie normally stops to say goodbye when her shift ends. ...

He tilted his head slightly, like he was choosing his words. "It's structured, organized and orderly. Everything has its place." I shrugged. "Well, your house is orderly too, Adrian. It’s not exactly a den of chaos." "Yeah, it is orderly," he said simply. "My housekeepers do a good job in maintaining that." I blinked, the reality of his lifestyle registering to me again. "Wait… you have housekeepers?" He gave me a look. And then I caught myself. "Right," I muttered. "Of course you do."

She missed him everyday and wished she could turn the hands of time. But then, there was something captivating about the guy who was standing right before her. With his perfectly chiseled jawline and masculine voice, he had some effect on her. This wasn’t her mom’s doing. No, it was far from it. “This is the new housekeeper, Mason. He’ll be tending to the house everyday. He’ll be involved with the maintenance of the spick and span nature of this house. He’ll also be taking care of the kids.’” Stella, Kesa’s assistant said. She just snapped Kesa out of her thoughts.

I told Ken while absentmindedly playing with my black moon dust stone between my fingers. “Our house help will be resuming work tomorrow.” Ken told me. “House help? I thought you guys get people who do the house chores twice every week.” “We do. Annalise cooks, does the laundry and cleans the bathrooms. Nothing strenuous. Those guys you saw the other day thoroughly clean the whole house and sterilize it.” “Oh, I see.” I nodded. “Annalise.” “Yeah, she is like my second mother.” “When mommy dearest fails in her job.”

In the bedroom, two maids are busily cleaning diligently, Huldah is standing in front of the door and giving out instructions as if her life depended on it. "Hey, put that there! Remove that! Take that out of the room. You must make sure there isn't a hair of hers in the room."

Still, the idea of belonging anywhere inside this house felt impossible, especially among men like the Kozlov. Viktor continued walking, leading me farther through the mansion. “I’ll show you the kitchen next,” he said. “Though we barely use it.” The kitchen was enormous, all polished steel and dark countertops but felt untouched and new. “We usually order food,” Viktor explained. “There are a few things here for breakfast, but that’s about it.” I glanced around in surprise. “You don’t have cooks or maids?” “No.” He leaned one shoulder lightly against the counter. “Two cleaning people come twice a week to deal with the worst of the mess, but we prefer not having strangers around often.”