Jax In A Maid Dress Novels & Stories

Jane woke up on Wednesday morning as early as possible, she was quite optimistic about the job and also super anxious, Zain had bought her some clothes for the interview yesterday even though she didn't ask him, ' That was really nice him ' she thought again, she had politely rejected it, she doesn't like taking favors, but he had insisted she took it, she didn't have a choice but to take it, she needed something to wear anyway, it was a very beautiful red short gown with long sleeves, he also got her a silver heel shoe and a mini handbag to match, she had never worn such beautiful clothes before, she wondered how rich those people must be if she had to dress this beautifully for an intervie

- Adriah’s POV - I woke up early in the morning and changed into my maid’s uniform. Grandma had given it to me last night, saying that every maid was required to wear it by order of Jairah. It was a black and white dress that reached my knees. Not bad for me, I guess. I sighed, trying to cheer myself up. Once I get out of this castle, I’ll make sure to run far away… far away from this place, far away from my so-called mate.

But even though they have another much feral identity, they still look astounding, Stunning even in their simple clothes. Jason is wearing a black leather jacket above a bloody red shirt that has the picture of Bella and Edward from the movie Twilight. Melissa is wearing a mint green dress fit for a pregnant woman. Karlo, like Jason, is wearing a leather jacket—except for the plain white polo shirt underneath the jacket. Gialyca Farmiga, whose face remains the same after leaving Victoria’s Secret, is wearing a mint green off-shoulder blouse that made her cleavage uncovered. A pair of black leather jeans embellished her long, slender legs. And me…I am wearing a coral Sunday dress—the only dre

I reported with a hint of relief. "Excellent! Now slip into this elegant black dress and these matching black flats," Mrs Haggadah instructed. The dress gracefully fell to my knees, adorned with subtle diamonds that shimmered, while the flats also boasted delicate diamond embellishments. In this ensemble, I couldn't help but feel like a princess. Mrs. Haggadah then worked her magic on my hair, carefully arranging my long waves, topping it off with a floral crown. I knew this attire would undoubtedly draw attention, but I realized it was a necessary risk for our mission. Disguising myself as a maid wouldn't suffice.

Victoria Harrington's Point Of View. I blinked, still dazed. “Jax… you want to come to the gala?” “Not just come,” Jax continued, eyes locked on mine. “I’ll decide exactly which dress you wear. Something slutty enough to make it very clear who you really belong to now.” His thumb traced my lower lip. “And under that dress? No bra. Just a vibrator buried deep in that married pussy. I’ll control it all night. The remote stays in my pocket.”

“Okay… I’ll be there.” “That’s my girl,” he said, smiling through the phone. “Can’t wait to spoil you.” I showed up in a short red dress with nothing underneath. My hands were shaking when I knocked. Jax opened the door and pulled me inside. Marcus was already there, sitting on the couch with a beer. He was built almost as big as Jax, dark hair, strong jaw, and that same confident military vibe. His eyes lit up when he saw me. "Damn, Jax. You were not lying," Marcus said, voice low. "She looks even better up close."

Jaxson said, sliding off her and pulling her to her feet in one fluid motion. The tattered red dress she wore suddenly shimmered, the fabric mending itself and shortening into a provocative, skin-tight gown that left very little to the imagination. Jaxson’s suit returned, but the shirt remained open, revealing the "Blood Bond" mark glowing on his collarbone. "I don't know how to dance a waltz like this," Willa whispered, her voice trembling as the masked figures above began to hiss and cheer.

Jax. He watched her approach, that smug, self-satisfied smirk back on his face. He didn’t stand up. He just spread his legs a little and patted his thigh. With a theatrical little laugh, Anna slid right onto his lap, looping her arms around his neck. Jax’s hand settled possessively on her waist, his fingers splayed against the tight fabric of her dress, a dress that was, without a doubt, against the school’s dress code. “Disgusting,” Maya muttered, her voice dripping with such pure contempt it could have stripped paint. “She’s like a performing seal. Look at her. She lives for this.”

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

“Shut up and do your job, or I’ll have your hide stretched over my next clutch. That's pretty expensive. Get to work.” “Anyone else outside!” I yelled out into the hallway. Another maid, older and trembling, appeared almost immediately. “Don’t stand there like a fool. Get my makeup. I want a full face glam. Smoky eyes, and a bold lip. Move your ass.” She rushed over to the vanity to begin unpacking the brushes and the palettes, and I took my seat. The first maid reappeared with the garment bag. I ripped it open. It was a bright, wine-red shirt dress. With structured shoulders and a latex corset boned to hell and back. Perfect.