Housekeeping Novels & Stories

Christian I swallow back my anger and focus my attention on the sight that's in front of me. The sink is full of dishes and I'm pretty sure I can see flies swarming around them. There are clothes scattered across the kitchen floor and empty food boxes are littered across the breakfast bar. I look around the living room but it's no better, there are clothes scattered across the cough and the floors are littered with toys and empty goldfish cracker wrappers. All the surfaces are caked in dust and I swear the carpet hasn't seen a vacuum in a good while.

He just walked out of the kitchen, and we literally hadn't spoken to each other since. Our house, which anal-retentive Josh usually keeps spotlessly clean, is filthy. Dishes are no longer being washed and nothing is being put away. Everything is coming apart, and I am heartbroken. I need to move out now, even though it's still a few months till college, it is just too fucked up here.

Maybe too tidy. It looks like a very beautiful, very expensive hospital waiting room. A woman is in the kitchen. She looks somewhere around fifty, small physique but had the movements of someone who was used to being in people’s spaces without being obvious. She looks up when I walk in. "Miss Brooks." She nods once. "I'm Anna. I manage the household. Coffee?" "Please. Call me Callie”.

I said with a sultry voice, stepping closer to him, and I noticed his eyes glance at my exposed cleavage. “Since you will be working here, I have a few rules you must follow,” he stated. “Rules? What are those?” I asked, pouting softly. “Rule 1: you keep the relationship between us a secret.” He says. “Relationship between us?” I asked mischievously. “I mean, you are my housekeeper.” He clarified. “I understand.” I replied, with a wink, and the man looked irritated with my actions. He listed so many rules, and I agreed to all of them until he mentioned the disturbing part.

“See you tomorrow.” Settling in well, Kaze turned in for the night. The housekeeper put him up in the same room he had. “Please tell me if you need anything.” “Can you get me a glass of water?” Kaze was thirsty. “There is a mini fridge in the room where you will find water and fruit. Just let me know of any requests,” the housekeeper uttered. Dwight did not realize that there was a mini fridge inside the room before. “I’m fine.”

He piles the bedding by the washing machine along with everything else. Ash was gathering everything she could have touched and washing it. Binning a few items that would be easier to replace. Kai grabs a multi surface cleanser and several cloths and starts making his way around their home. The sooner this is done, the better. A few minutes later Charlie and Serena come up, Ash lets them in and backs away from the door without a word to continue cleaning.

"Nope, across different countries." "You really do have money." I gave a shoulder shrug as a response as I go to open the entrance door. "You've got housekeepers here as well judging from how clean this place looks." "Yeah, Mrs Potts. She comes every week to keep the house in good shape. This is my third time here." "We've got food?" "The kitchen is stocked, babe. Sent her funds to get enough food stuffs for the rest of our stay here." "That's fine. Can't remember the last time I did some real cooking. Hope you're ready to know what great cooking tastes like."

“I get to stay here?” I nodded. “I figured a downstairs bedroom would be easier for you while healing, and the upstairs is currently very desolate with no one staying up there.” She looked around, taking it all in. “We also have a housekeeper. Mara will do laundry and a basic clean once a week.” “That isn’t necessary,” she quickly insisted. “It isn’t,” I agreed, “but it’s a way I can ensure a paycheck for at least one pack member. Also, I hate cleaning.”

Goddess, I hope I’m not wrong about him. I have my third shower for the day, then go back down to the kitchen and follow the servants’ passage until I reach the cleaning closet. Well, that’s what one of the Omegas called it, but it’s a massive room filled with every cleaning product under the sun, vacuums, brooms, dusters… keeping this mansion clean must be a monumental task. I take the power washer I saw earlier, a bottle of industrial strength bleach, ammonia, and some kind of degreaser. Regular scrubbing didn’t clean the mattress, so it’s time to bring out the big boys.

There was even a sleek notecard left by the fruit basket near the counter, likely from the cleaning service: Restocked as per standing order. Next clean scheduled: Thursday. - Household Services She could only shake her head. The man had scheduled cleanings and restocks every three days like clockwork. How utterly, frustratingly efficient of him. Still… it warmed her from the inside out to know he’d been thinking ahead, preparing for her stay like this. Rolling up the sleeves of one of Asher’s oversized shirts, she hadn’t changed into her own clothes yet, she grabbed a pan and started moving around the kitchen with ease.