Me Clean Novels & Stories

I stood up and stepped on the foot of the perverted asshole next to me. I needed to calm down so I won't breakdown and do something stupid. That man was a maniac. If I wasn't able to control myself I would have slapped him hard on the face or grab his wiener until blood stops flowing through it. That man has some nerves. I was on my way back to our table when I bump into Ian and Maggie, just my luck. This evening can’t get any better. "Oh, hi dear, fancy seeing you here." Maggie smiled at me.

His manhood was right in front of her lips only a few inches away from the beauty. “Want to have some morning dew?” It took a few moments for Meagia to realise what he meant, she shrugged off his hand and stood up from the floor. “No, I don’t cater and taste random dicks.” She took one step but in the attempt she slipped because of the unadjusted duvet around her body.

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I shook off the lingering numbness and focused on cleaning up. I started with the groceries, salvaging what I could and discarding what was ruined. Each movement felt mechanical, like my body was moving on autopilot while my mind replayed every cruel word I'd heard today. The floor was a disaster-muddy footprints and water streaks everywhere. I grabbed a mop and cleaned it all up, refusing to let the mess stay a second longer than necessary.

He points to the McKenzie file scattered across the floor. “Now get on your hands and knees and clean up your mess.” I don’t even have to force the words, “Right away, sir.”

Instead, he focused on explaining the basics of skiing, keeping the conversation light and effortless. Sports were the best medicine for pain. By the time we finished skiing, my chest no longer felt so heavy. Drake drove me home. Before I got out of the car, he said, "If Chris gives you trouble again, tell me immediately." That night, I went straight to my study and took out the wedding dress sketches I once designed and old photos of Chris and me. Then, I burned them all to ash. Now, there was no longer any trace of my past with Chris.

"I don't want your dirty money. Back off and leave my daughter alone." Chuck just stood there, head down. The same guy who used to flex in boardrooms got roasted in front of his whole crew. I finally agreed to see him when I got back. He said he wanted to make it up. Today was my birthday. Felt like the right time to sit down and end things—for real. He'd set up this cheesy rooftop dinner. Lights off, candles flickering, city view trying its best to look romantic. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. "You're here. I made this cake myself. Try it."

With my head held low, I return to the kitchen and begin the task of cleaning the table, meticulously clearing away the remnants and placing everything in the garbage or near the sink, ready for a thorough wash and cleanse. While I meticulously clean the table's surface, my thoughts race, contemplating the circumstances that have brought me to this point in time. The betrayal, the heartbreak, the loss — it all feels so overwhelming. But in this moment, as I meticulously clean each surface, I find a strange sense of solace. The repetitive motion of wiping away the dirt and grime becomes almost therapeutic, allowing me to momentarily forget the pain that still lingers within me.

“Your mother sounds like an amazing woman.” “She is the absolute best.” Gabe answers without hesitation and Abby smiles. The fact that he loves his mother so much is kind of endearing to her. His mom does sound like she would be easy to love. Finally Abby is done, but now comes the hard part. After an awkward and demeaning struggle trying to clean herself and right her underwear, she flushes the toilet and moves over to the sink to wash her hands. Gabe turns to watch her as she tries to spread the bubbles as best she can, without being able to turn her hands.

“let’s push the hand cement mixer machine on social media two days before it launching.” I chuckled, “You don’t expect Ambre newest machine to be marketed on social media, do you? That’s ridiculous. I don’t do social media. It’s just too crowded and full of miscreants ” “That’s it!” her eyes lit up. “Crowd, that’s exactly what the company needs. Imagine a video detailing how one can easily mix cement with a hand machine instead of a shovel to this, in your word 'miscreants'?” I walked up to her, handing her a cup of steaming coffee. “ Ambre is not for paupers.”