Sexy House Keeper Novels & Stories

Ronan Klein's POV My room reeked of sex and wine. I opened my eyes and feel the full glow of the sun on my face as it peeps in through the windows of my penthouse. I feel a soft groan besides me. My hands roam and they touch something hair. I stroke it and I feel it open. I lift my head and see voluptuous burnette on my bed. By her side is another. This one curvy and heavy, her breast large and her dark skin a delight to stare at. Her short cropped hair is tainted gold and she looks gorgeous with her lips slightly open as she sleeps.

Irene raised Meredith alone while working full-time in a low-level office job, but she struggled to make ends meet. So, she had no choice but to rent out her second bedroom to get by every month. I felt like I'd struck gold as soon as I moved into this house. Irene remained shapely and attractive for her age, and Meredith was just as curvy—if not more so—than her mother. On top of that, Meredith was also a college dropout and stayed home most of the day, wandering around the house in her very cropped tops and very short shorts. She reminded me of the young women in adult films—innocent-looking despite her voluptuous chest, which seemed ready to burst from her clothes.

Room 3510 on the top floor of the Robert International Hotel, a drunk woman was thrown onto a soft big bed, and two wretched men looked at the woman's seductive body with glowing eyes, eagerly taking off their clothes and about to pounce on her. Suddenly, the door was opened, and two bodyguards walked in, "Get out immediately!" The gangsters looked at them and shouted, "We booked this room. Who are you??" The black-clad bodyguards looked at them with disdain, "This is Roy Robert's private suite"

“Sean! If you’re not dead, open this door! It’s because of you that Perry Corporation is about to fall into an outsider’s hands. Stop playing dead!” His furious shouting and relentless kicks echoed through the entire villa, but the door remained stubbornly shut. The housekeeper, standing behind Felix, grew increasingly nervous. “Could something have happened to him, sir?” A cold feeling settled in Felix’s stomach, and his anger flared even more. “Then stop wasting time and get someone to break this door open!” “Yes, right away!” The housekeeper rushed off and soon returned with two maintenance workers carrying tools. Within minutes, the door was forced open.

"He doesn't treat my right. But that's what draws me to him. It's the way that he acts like he doesn't care, like losing me wouldn't mean anything to him. Like I have to constantly work for his attention. You see, so many guys have tried to chase me, but the only one I want is the one who I have to work to catch." ---- Ashton Grey She wraps her legs around my waist.She whispers in his ear. "Stay." This is my cue to kiss her. Wrap my fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet heart beat beating. She won't be always his vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of my hand. This is my cue to pull her closer. Place a gen

The robber who was brought the bomb was bluffing. Suddenly from the side, a flash of shadow appeared. A beautiful and sexy woman managed to kick the robber who carries the bomb. Very fast events cannot be analyzed by the chief robber and one of his comrades. The savior's beautiful woman is Casandra. After seeing a pregnant woman who had become a corpse thrown out sadistically. Casandra's mind stirred up wanting to save the innocent people who where in the bank. She sneaked in after the police arrested several robbers who were behind the door.

Jason still looked skeptical, and it showed me that he was still protective of his sister, despite her actions towards him and everyone else. "If she is sick as you implied, then we can get help for her. Jason, don't you want her to be better? Don't you want to move on one day with a family of your own, knowing you did all you could to save your sister and a lot of innocent people?" Tristan asked, and even I was convinced. He took a while before he nodded in response, and I knew we had her. "Sh-she's at 124 Imperial Street. She's staying at an old cottage our parents owned. You'll find her there"

After three months away, I was finally home. I asked the house's male housekeeper, Jacob Miller, to give me a hand carrying my luggage upstairs. Jacob hoisted the suitcase but had barely taken a few steps when—bang—the luggage crashed to the floor. He clutched his wrist, wincing in pain. The noise startled the three women on the sofa. They jumped up and rushed toward him, surrounding him with frantic questions, fussing as if he were about to shatter. They scrambled for ointment, massaging his wrist with careful fingers, treating him like fragile porcelain.

“Perfect.” “Don’t give me that look. Tee, what was that about? Me finally having a woman in my life?" Immediately we enter the study and the doors shut, I raise the question. “I didn't know she was your housekeeper; I wouldn't have made such a remark. She is very attractive and has a great sense of style and humour as well." “And all these you've discovered in the few minutes you arrived? I need to change the door lock combination." “Don’t you like your new housekeeper?"

Xavier asked when the woman they met at the door entered too. "Yes young master" she replied. Jessica did a quick head count and counted fourteen household staff. That was a whole football team and extras. The size of the house from the outside was big enough for the number of staff she thought. It was strange to her that she went from almost being a house wife to a billionaire in less than a day. She didn't plan for that but that was her luck. She felt her phone vibrate in her bag but ignored it. "This is Roselle and she is the head of the housekeeper," Xavier said pointing to the woman in her mid-forties.