Housekeeping Novels & Stories

“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.

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."

Rere then went into his room, and went straight to the bathroom, after laying lab bag and took a dress. Place Kost Rere is not a regular dose of a dose, one room with two-room with six rooms where per room has facilitated its own bathroom, and a cooling machine. The program also may only be in one huni. There is a television as well as a maid that helps clean the house, but not for the rooms. Not ten minutes, Rerea out of the bathroom, using a white-t shirt to touch his knee. With hair still covered in blue towels.

It is very cozy in here and beautiful too. "We have a large kitchen, eight bedrooms, and a dining area," she said demonstrating as usual. "We have a gardener, three other housekeepers, three drivers, and some security guards," she said "They don't all stay here though, some are married and just working here, They come and go every day, and I forget to tell you yesterday that your day off is Sunday" she added leading me to the kitchen. People were walking by and going about their business, No one stopped to say Hi just a few people waved at Sarah.

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.”

Because some of the things, like the coach, tables, looked untouched like no one ver sat there. Same as Marjorie's decoration with gray and white, that was exactly how Mr. Christian house was. Gray and white, couches, carpet. The walls except for glass were white. “You can make yourself comfortable. While I call Ophelia, the main housekeeper to come and get you and show you around, show your room so that you can keep your things, have a bath and then she can later tell you what you will be doing." Take my bath? Was I smelling? I took up my right hand and sniffed my armpit and did the same to my left hand but it was smelling, so why would he tell me to take a bath?

He just stood there for a few seconds, making sure I'd really cleaned it off, then walked away silently. I exhaled softly after he disappeared around the corner. This house was more like a five-star hotel than a home. The difference was, there were no guests here. Just the employers… and the people who work for them. At ten past eight, the breakfast table is set. Knives and forks are aligned. Napkins are folded with identical corners. Coffee cups are placed exactly one inch from the edge of the table. I stand behind the service door with two other servants, waiting to see if anyone would call.

And of course I promised her I would. A middle-aged housekeeper named Mrs. Hargrove greeted me at the door and showed me around. The mansion was enormous , it had marble floors, expensive art peice on the walls, and so many rooms I knew I would get lost at first. My own quarters were small but clean, located on the third floor near the servants’ area. “You’ll mostly be tending to Mr. Blackwood’s personal needs,” Mrs. Hargrove explained. “Cleaning his study, preparing his evening tea, and keeping his private areas spotless. He values discretion and perfection.”