Housekeeping Novels & Stories

My submissive Housekeeper Aiden’s POV The alarm on my smartwatch buzzed insistently, pulling me out of another all night coding haze. I groaned and sat up in my expensive king sized bed, rubbing my eyes. My luxurious modern mansion, all glass walls, automated blinds and sleek minimalist furniture looked like a war zone. Takeout containers were stacked on the nightstand, my clothes were scattered across the floor, my entire room was a terrible mess. I also know the kitchen downstairs was probably the same thing, just how I left it last night after another failed attempt to make pasta for dinner.

he says and I gasp “I was told that the house is computerized in such a way that once it picks up basic information like your weight from the floor, it automatically configures itself to deliver according to your preference , so we will have to get the basic information later so that they can get the configuration done” he informs and I tried so hard to stop drooling over the beautiful house.

he paused as he gazed at me. "As for the empty guest rooms, they are not cleaned every day but they must be cleaned at least once a week because of the dust that might have settled on the furniture in the rooms. You are also to join the maids to clean the gymnasium but you are not to join them to clean the kitchen, the library, the conference room, and the laundry. Do you understand?" he asked as he stared steadily at me. "Yes, I do," I replied. "Is there any question on your mind," he asked.

he suggested as they stepped out of the living room. "Over there are two separate apartments for the aides in this house. In case you are after any of them, you'd find the person over there," he said. "The one on the left houses all the cleaners and the cooks. And the chauffeurs use the one on the right," he added. "We have thirty cleaners, and ten cooks with Matilda as the chief cook. Then we have seven chauffeurs and of them all, David is my favourite," He added. At this point, she was beginning to get tired but Charles convinced her to push harder and complete the tour.

He says, standing behind me as I assess everything, I swoop over to Vera who bursts into a smile as she sees us. “Hey, love.” I kiss the top of her forehead, “Did you have fun with Aunt Nicole today?” She nods her head, still smiling, “We had fun!” Though, it comes out more wobbly, I press her to my chest, hugging her tight, I don’t want this moving to be hard on her. I turn towards Devon, who has been standing there quietly, “Um...The housekeeper, Nina comes on weekdays to clean. Your room is down to the left upstairs and Vera’s room is right beside yours.”

Thankfully, only his shoes had fallen victim to her night of gluttony and drinking. Shaking his head, he moved to the kitchen and after opening a few drawers, found what he was looking for. He had barely managed to clean up the mess when a wolf whistle made him turn around. "Hello there... I had no idea my friend had hired a new house cleaning staff. Are you available to clean my house? Do you always were those tight-fitting jeans when you do the cleaning? Can I request a customized uniform?" Adi straightened and nodded at the woman," Miss Kudrow. I am sorry but my cleaning services are only available for Faith."

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I set my backpack down carefully by the door, like the floor might file a complaint if I dropped it too hard, and pulled out the small cleaning kit Westbridge Staffing had issued me, microfiber cloths, gloves, and a little laminated checklist. Kitchen. Bathrooms. Surfaces. Floors. Simple. Normal. I walked into the kitchen first, because kitchens are grounding. Kitchens are where people leave mugs in the sink and crumbs on the counter. Kitchens prove someone actually lives somewhere. Except this kitchen looked like it had never experienced a crumb in its entire existence. The counters were spotless. The sink shone. The fridge looked like it had never been opened by a human hand. Which was… we

Thirty four minutes. I picked up a magazine from the coffee table, read the same sentence three times without absorbing a single word, and put it back down. The knock at the door pulled me off the couch faster than I intended. I was halfway across the room, already reaching for the handle with relief arriving too early. I opened the door. The housekeeper stood in the hallway, slightly apologetic, hands clasped in front of her. "Miss Leclair, I'm so sorry to disturb you. There's a problem with the sprinkler system at the back. Maintenance needs access to the panel inside."

The kind that’s more about washing away emotional weight than dirt. When I’m out, I go through my full nighttime routine, skincare, brushing teeth, oiling my scalp, and bonnet on. Dirty clothes go into the hampers separating what’s for the cleaners from the regular wash. I walk out of the bathroom, still holding my toiletry bag, and pause. Knox is sitting on the edge of my bed.