Jax In A Maid Dress Novels & Stories

What does that even mean? "Miss please over here," the maid said kindly and now I get why they are all being polite, they are scared of losing their job because that sexy devil won't waste a second to fire him even for the slightest mistake they make, whether knowingly or unknowingly. I followed the maids and they made me wash up all my make-up and even bathed again then they took off my dress and wanted to throw it away but I stopped them on time. "It's okay if Mr. Xander doesn't like the dress but I'm not throwing it away" I shook my head, disagreeing with their decision.

Mariah says while holding the maids’ hands. “I cannot help you in any way my child. Master Adam is waiting for you downstairs, just cooperate with me and wash yourself up,” the maid replies. She hands Mariah a towel and a royal blue t-shirt and a wide leg pant which is an odd combination but she doesn’t care what she looks like at this moment as she might not be alive in the next 15 mins. Mariah loses all hope and goes to wash herself up.

I didn't want to remember that I was alone! After a few hours of crying, I began to feel that my tears were drying up. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight, so I got out of bed and picked up the box that I had dropped on the floor as soon as I went upstairs, where the uniform was kept. It was like a horror movie to open that box, it contained the prelude to a great nightmare, I took a deep breath as I looked at the garment, it was very reminiscent of the uniform of one of the maids at my old mansion. "I want my house," I mumbled sadly, it was so frustrating and so unreal to be living through all this, even though it was almost two months since I moved in, it was still all a bit o

I straighten out my appearance, my hands trembling as I run them over the expensive, soft fabric of my dress. The door creaks open, the maids scurrying out of the room while Jaxson waltzes in, his eyes hungry as they drink down the sight of my appearance. He is wearing something more formal as well, a red suit with black hems and black shoulder pads that offset the sight of his many metals still tagged to his chest. I can’t help but find the man attractive, no matter how hard I try. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he hums, holding a hand forward for me to take, in which he twirls me with his fingers, watching my dress ripple and dance around the slits that expose my legs. “You look amazing

She felt little reviled knowing that her master Jeremy sends someone to protect her. She attracted many eyes as she was wearing a very revealing dress which wasn’t qualified to cover her as she was expecting. It was an off shoulder silver dress with very high two cuts on both sides of her leg exposing her long leg up to the upper end of thigh. Her bouncy boobs were shaking at her every step making men look at her with nasty gaze. She was blaming him for choosing that dress for her because guards told her that while giving.

“But I don't know if I want to wear a dress today.” “So, pants then?” Jaxon asked but he still held onto the dress as he moved over to the shelf where her trousers were folded up. He pulled out a pair of brown colored trousers. “This?” “I think I want the dress now.” She said. Jaxon looked at her and the two of them burst out laughing. “I've never helped a lady pick out what to wear,” Jaxon commented, looking down at the dress. “You should pair this with a silver watch.” “I haven't had a man help me pick out an outfit before,” Mia said. “It's the first time for the both of us. Now, for the deciding question, flats or wedges?”

"What are you?" "The man who didn’t let her die while you were busy playing wedding with a brat," Kael snapped. A few feet away, Jax stumbled over himself. The same guard who used to laugh when I scrubbed floors. He was covered in blood and soot now. His sword shook in his hand. He looked at me. Then at the shadows curling around my neck like a dark crown. "The maid?" Jax stammered. His voice cracked. "No. That’s impossible. She’s... she was nothing. She was just a scentless—"

Three days later, there was still no sign of the ship docking. Jade was confined to her room and rarely left except when necessary. On the fourth day, a maid came in with a fancy gift box. "Ms. Severin," the maid politely said. "This is a dress for you." Jade asked in surprise, "A dress for me?" "Yes," the maid replied respectfully. "Please put it on for the evening party." Jade opened the box and found a luxurious red gown inside. The fabric was top-quality, and the craftsmanship clearly indicated the work of a master.

It was a special occasion, and I wanted to look my best. That's when my maid, Maya , walked into my room. She was a petite woman with a gentle disposition and a heart of gold. I had always admired her for her unwavering dedication and attention to detail. I smiled as she greeted me with a curtsy, and she immediately got to work, helping me get dressed for the evening. First, Maya fastened the back of the gown, pulling it snugly against my curves. The material felt soft and silky against my skin, and I couldn't help but twirl around in front of the mirror to admire the way it flowed with every movement I made.

I could not recognise myself in the mirror when Jade was done with me. Jade was truly a fashionista and had outdone herself. The midnight-blue gown she chose for me was breathtaking. Alexander must have given her my size because the dress fit so perfectly. I had taken my wedding dresses back home, and he had never cared to ask for them, so how was he able to get my size. The only answer I could think of was Mia. Perhaps he had asked Mia for my size, and she had been able to give my size to him accurately.