Mi Obra Maestra Novels & Stories

She stopped to mind the red blinking spot, left all the lights open in the area, and walked straight to her bedroom. When she reached her bedroom, she observed her surroundings by looking at the eight paintings hanged on the wall. She seemed to be in her sanity. The eight paintings of hyperrealism were back in their original colors. She wiped her tears with her hand and stood up to continue the inspection of her artwork. She placed the magnifying glass on the parts of the Gumamela, Santan, and Tulips on Via's Masterpiece. To her shock, she witnessed the same mistakes she had seen in her hallucination. She also checked the other flowers, the mountains, grasses, and the river for some errors.

I tossed the card to the ground and said indifferently, “The payment for this banquet is nine hundred thousand dollars. Please remember to pay what you owe me.” Carlson looked up and said mockingly, “Professor Taylor, aren’t you poor? Five years ago, you were barking like a dog for just a thousand dollars.”

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

He flipped it open and placed it in front of me. “Your work,” he said. Your presentation was weak. Numbers inaccurate. Tell me why. I blinked. “I—I thought they were correct.” He tilted his head. “You thought.” His voice dropped an octave. “In my world, Miss Torres, thinking isn’t enough. You prove. You dominate.” The way he said the word made my knees weak. “I’ll redo it,” I whispered. He smiled faintly. “You’ll do it now.” My breath hitched. “Now?”

The master is such a meanie and then I suddenly remembered the masters smile,maybe he's not that bad, my body hurts but it made me smile. I want to see him smile again. The master really has a lot of work to do I thought he doesn't do anything more than ordering people around but he does paper work all day. That's very impressive of him.

This feels so great. “Ugh, ahhh, ahhhh, Miss Reina..” He moaned. The more he rubbed, the more excited I got, as I was pushing back against his dick which sent sensations throughout my body. “Ohh, ahhhh, my master!” I screamed ugh, damn it. It gives some shivers.

Seeing that the young master allowed her to do whatever she wanted in this villa, made her feel bad for the other workers, especially Mona and Sully. She also accidentally heard Sully telling Mona that someone worked here because she wanted to seduce the young master and drain his money. Just like those dumb gold diggers out there, she said. Elena sighed, still staring at the ceiling. She knew she wasn't that kind of person. So she intended to work harder and get rid of her sad feelings. Especially the sad feeling when she found out that the young master might just be playing around with her. He was a man who had everything. There was no way Zachary Dawson would have feelings for his maid, r

Maestro: Of all the things I thought I would come home too. Finding out I will be a father was not even on the list. I can't say this is bad for me though. I can't wait to be a father and see Robyn as a mother. If we have a daughter I will be terrified because with my luck she will have her mothers attitude.