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Who is she? Pretty, serene, clearly important enough to keep beside his bed. His wife? Ex-wife? Where is she now, and why haven't I seen her in this house? The jealousy that spikes through me is immediate and irrational. I have no claim on this man, no right to feel territorial about his past. Cut out the jealousy, Tamara. You're his housekeeper. But the possessive ache in my chest doesn't listen to logic. I start with the bathroom— black marble and gleaming fixtures that belong in a luxury hotel. The rainfall shower dominates one corner, glass-walled and spacious enough for two people. More than two people.

We were three broken things in a beautiful room, finally acting like the monsters we were. "That was just the warm-up," Janet said, her voice returning to that low, dangerous purr. She shifted, her hand moving back toward Reign’s softening cock. "I told you, we have the whole night. I want to see you two do it again, but this time, I want Emma on top. I want to see her ride you while I…" The sound was distant, but unmistakable. Beep. Beep. Click. The front door security system. The electronic hum of someone returning home.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't on a flight to Silvania. Instead, I was lying in a lavish, elegantly furnished bedroom. A faint scent of agarwood lingered in the air, and the room was kept at a precise 76.1 degrees, the temperature I found most comfortable. A deep, commanding voice came from somewhere nearby. "You're up." I turned my head. Seated in the shadows was a man I recognized immediately. It was Elliot Henderson, the most respected man in the city and also the business rival my brothers feared more than anyone.

AMBER HART POV The silence in the room was suffocating. Kalix didn't blink. He just stood there by his desk, looking at me like I was a bug he wanted to crush under his expensive shoes. My hands started shaking, so I locked them behind my back. "I’m Amber, sir. The new housekeeper. Mrs. Gable recommended me to Martha." Kalix looked at the broken lamp on the floor, then back at me. A harsh, humorless laugh escaped his lips. "The new housekeeper. And you’ve been here for what, ten minutes? You already managed to destroy property."

"Mason, what does it mean when a woman stays up half the night just sniffing a pillow?" I asked. The sound of a thermos lid unscrewing echoed across the line. My colleague, Mason Hughes, took a loud sip of his tea and smacked his lips. "What kind of pillow?" "Brand new. I haven't even slept on it once." "Then she's not sniffing you." No kidding. I was crouching in the hallway of my apartment building by the fire hydrant, my back pressed against the freezing tiles.

I could see Maria looking around. “ You never said your husband was beyond a billionaire” she said. I smile. “ He is, Alessa is still asleep, we have everything ready , come with me let me show you where her room and her things are being kept and I will also introduce you to the reliant domestic workers in the house. I took her in and she greeted Alex who has his face straight, I introduced her to the housekeeper and I ask her to help to introduce her to the remaining domestic workers when we leave for work. I took her to Alessa’s room.

on many occasions she had tried to get his attention but Hayden who was said to be a womanizer never indulge himself in something very dirty. " Go ahead Camille, Kyle will show you the way " Jansen interupted his wife's thought , no doubt they all picked up the lust from Camille that Moment. not her fault, every females in double world would love to have the sext Beast. Kyle lead the way to show Camille And her three children their room leaving alone the three men in the living room. Hayden scoff slightly at the tensed atmosphere and he walk towards a sofa with the baby still in his arms. " Not her fault Farrell, i think Beast lord gave me this charm that no one can ever resist " He said out

Facing the queen-sized bed I’m currently on is a large flat-screen TV, with a white couch in the corner. How the hell did I get here? Suddenly I feel cold, as if I’m not wearing anything. I bring my daze down my body, shocked by my bare breast as I quickly lift the duvet to cover myself. “Shit.” I curse, pushing my wayward strands out of my face as I tuck them behind my ear. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” “I’m Helen, Mr. Gray’s housekeeper.” “Right. Of course.” I sigh, licking my bottom lip as I run my fingers through my hair.