Housekeeping Novels & Stories

she called a few moments later. I smiled when I saw her at the sink, washing her hands and hurried over to start the tub water. When I finally got the temperature right, I turned and walked over to the sink as well. I rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out toothpaste, two new toothbrushes, and a hair brush along with a couple of big, fluffy towels.

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Sohu looked at him then asked, "Won't you make breakfast?" Kevin looked at her and answered "There's no ingredient for cooking. We have to shop for the whole house. There is nothing in this house. Yesterday when I was washing the dirty laundry, I had to use 3-4 years old detergent that left by Jenny's grandparents. It was good that we brought our personal soap and toothpaste, otherwise, yesterday after cleaning we were not able to take a bath properly." He explained everything. He picked up his phone "Oh! It out of battery!"

I asked. “What I mean is, just one room is in use, mine that is. The rest of the rooms have not been used in months. At first the housekeepers were cleaning it every week, but I noticed it was tasking on them, so I told them not to bother and clean it every three months. The house is actually homogeneous and there are other things they can be focused on. So, the remaining rooms haven't been cleaned in weeks now. It would be clouded with dust and it'll make you ill.”

(Keyla POV) The room had been cleaned twice, according to the housekeeping log — standard service the morning after, deep clean two days later when the suite was due for rotation. Garrett confirmed it personally when I asked, in the tone of a man who Garrett answered carefully, like he already knew better than to ask why I cared.. I went anyway.

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.”

P*******t definitely knows it’s assignment. I shriek out when I felt him licking my neck, so icky, so wet. “Keegan, so gross!” I pushed him away from me but he even have the chance to slap my bump again. I gave him a don’t start with me look. “You wanna change bottom with me? I always wake up because of your filthy hands.” I stand up from our messy bed to wash up and get ready from cooking. “I’m already hungry and you just won’t woke up. Why are you so diligent on finishing that so lame thesis anyway when we’re still going to die someday?”

A property he acquired in case he might need some place to relax and unwind, in the future. “It's sparkling clean. How do you do that?” Matt stated the obvious, as to the condition of the house. “Nothing much. I have industrial cleaners clean up the entire place once every two months, or in due time upon my return.” “Heaven knows I wouldn't do that. I can't keep up, I'd rather always lodge in a hotel.” Matt said. Williams tsked before heading to another door that joined the sitting room to the kitchen. “I have nothing that we can chew on at the moment, but I can order. What do you want?”

My stomach growled in hunger as the smell wafted through my nostrils. Dishing it into a plate, I quickly started eating, not wanting to waste anymore time. I washed the plates in the sink and picked. Now it was time to clean. Kaizen had taken the time to write a list of my daily chores. Today is Wednesday, so I have to mop all the rooms in the entire house. Including his office. Thankfully, he isn't around because I wouldn't be able to concentrate with his piercing eyes staring into my soul. I immediately got to work and started from the guest room.

He must be worried about someone breaking into his home. As we walk into the apartment, I am hit with a foul stench. I gag and cover my mouth and nose. Maxwell laughs, “I let the housekeeper go last week, and Taylor and I get sweaty at the gym. We walk into a formal seating area that leads into the kitchen. The kitchen is open to a large informal seating area. A large island separates the rooms. To the left of the kitchen is a formal dining room. The table can sit up to eight. A yellow and red folder sits on the table. Maxwell motions for me to sit. “These are your duties. I made life easier for you and put together a list. This folder explains everything I want cleaned and how I want it cle