روايات وقصص ضمن Little French Maid

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

I combed long hair briefly with my fingers, then fixed the zip in my blue skinny jeans that open whenever I sit down for two long I got out of the car, then looked around, there was no one, so I headed straight to the main door "Hey you stop right there" I Froze, when someone shout. I turned and saw a middle aged woman in her fifties wearing black maid's uniform, she was walking towards me I looked around making sure, she was referring to me. Then I pointed at myself, "me?" "Yes you, there's no other person here" "Oh", I gave her a pleasant smile and walked towards her

I needed that money back, and I needed more. The club was loud. The music was thumping in my chest. I walked onto the stage wearing nothing but a few silver chains. I grabbed the pole and started to wind my waist. I moved slowly, making sure every man in the room saw my curves. I didn't feel like a maid. I felt like a queen. A man in the front row was throwing twenty-euro bills at me. He was shouting in Spanish, "¡Qué rica! ¡Muévete más!"

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

Why does everything in this place screams luxury and always make me realize how different here from what I am used to? “I’m here to fix you a warm bath before you could wake up Milady.” The maid said making me smile and look at the girl. She is young, about my age. Her long Havana brown hair is tied in a ponytail and is covered by a frilly white headband matching her black in white maid uniform like those usual uniforms of western countries that are colored black and white with frills. “Oh! It is fine now I already bathe, you don’t need to bother. What’s your name by the way?” I ask out of curiosity.

Falvio looks at the maid and she says "I brought snacks" Falvio looks at the snacks and sees a wine bottle with some bread, cheese and grapes. "How is this a snack?" asks Falvio and holds the bottle and gulps down half of it. He then looks at the maid and asks "Are you included in snacks? The maid was first shocked and then smiles. Falvio let's her give him a blow job and thrusts her mouth roughly to remove his frustration. The maid didn't complain and let him have her. Falvio likes Paris. Girls were ready to do everything.

She asked her and the maid look rather look like she didn’t understand her because of the way her accent is sounding right now. “I mean is there any French foodstuff at home right now? I will love to have some” she said to her. “I will check it and get back to you ma’am” She said na heads to the kitchen store. She have to search all over but she can’t sight any French stuff, Aurora knows there’s no any French food stuff available because she personally cook the last batch of it few weeks ago. The maid comes back to her almost immediately, “I’m so sorry ma’am we do not have any French food stuff available anymore” she said to Aurora with a shaky voice.

“Lady Maeve requested a specific wine, but I don’t know where it is.” I sighed. She must be new and haven’t been to the wine cellar before. “Did she tell you the name? I can help you take a look.” The maid’s eyes sparkled as she gave a full bow. “Thank you, Luna Freya, you are too kind.” I didn’t respond, but she continued to smile. “The name of the wine is Florence Essence—Lady Maeve said it’s a vintage brand.” “Florence Essence,” I mumbled. The maid nodded sharply.

) Rosaline was clueless about what she said, she just smiled and started back at the lady. "Idiot," Frederick muttered under his breath. He was aware that Rosaline didn't understand what the lady said. She had smiled to cover up her lack of knowledge "bien sûr"(Of course) Frederick replied and Rosaline gazed at him in awe. Growing up as a kid, she had taken a few french classes but never understood anything. The only french word that she knew was 'putain'. But she didn't know the meaning. She had always heard Sonia use the word a lot of times. Today, she was going to show that she at least knew a French word. The lady stood in between Rosaline and Frederick and took a couple of photos with t