Sexy House Keeper Novels & Stories

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?"

The bedrooms were soundproofed. "Step away," she sizzled. She was scorching with anger that could burn down the whole mansion. "Miss Nova," the housekeeper said pleadingly. Since their master was no more, his wife automatically gave the orders and she had to obey. "I said move." The housekeeper moved away upon seeing her raging form, as she rushed to the master bedroom, pushing the door open. Stopping in her tracks, her heart was caught on fire. Her ears were drowned by Eves' whimpers, as Jenna's boyfriend scrunched between her naked thighs, eating and licking the juices of her pussy.

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.

It was her first time going there, they arrived by the big gate and went through the long drive way leading to the big mansion, of course her fathers mansion was big but this was way bigger and it was very beautiful, this was going to be her home very soon. They opened the door for her and led her through the big double door and she Met the Housekeeper her name was Losa who looked to be in her fourties’ who then continued to lead her through the big house, it was so beautiful everything looked clean, expensive and dark in color no suprise there regarding it was occupied by a man who had a dark personality.

It was 8:30 am, and Xavier was having his breakfast in the dining room. He remained strikingly handsome even after a night of wild abandon, though his face carried a subtle, sated expression that was not readily apparent. Heidi Kemp, the housekeeper, was cleaning the bathroom. She then emerged from the bathroom, holding something rather unexpected between her fingers, and asked, "Do you still need this, Mr. Lund?" Heidi, knowing that Xavier wasn't seriously involved with anyone, instantly concluded it belonged to a woman of questionable character, which prompted her inquiry.

"What family secrets would you like to know, Miss Smith?" Keisha beat her teeth down and glared at Grace who had on the most innocent smile on her face. With a smile that was definitely forced, Keisha turned around slowly to face the housekeeper, Mrs Patterson. She was a gigantic woman with blonde tresses that were constantly tied in an impeccable bun; something they were all required to do. It had dawned on Keisha from the first day she had set her eyes on the housekeeper, that she was definitely a perfectionist and it was no use to attempt to match her knack for perfecting everything she laid her hands on.

"Damage control." A soft knock interrupted my eavesdropping. "Mrs. Savage? May I come in?" An older woman entered—gray-haired, stern-faced, wearing the kind of crisp uniform that suggested long service to wealthy families. She carried a breakfast tray and moved with the efficient grace of someone accustomed to invisible service. "I'm Mrs. Henderson, the head housekeeper. I hope you slept well. Dr. Chen said you might be groggy when you wake up." "Where am I?" I asked, though part of me already knew. The ocean view, the old-money elegance, the isolation, this had to be the Hamptons estate Wakes had mentioned once or twice over the years.

After bathing and washing my hair, I got dressed, dried my hair, and put on some lotion, which makes me nauseated, but I still wear them anyway because I ain’t no way I’ll be walking around dry and ashy as hell. Just as I was applying my lip gloss, I heard knocking on my door and a message ping. I check my text first……. My new housekeeper is here. Yeah… I finally got one. Thanks to Keisha. I slowly stood up from my vanity chair and walked carefully to the door. I opened it, and was met by a middle-aged woman probably in her early fifties, with dark hair, pale skin, and average height. “Miss Ann?”, I asked.

A flick of a switch and a fireplace ignited. "Is this house owned by a vampire?" she asked, not really caring but needing to do something in the silence lest her nerves have her dancing a jig. "Not quite. But according to Sasha, the host often has guests who are keen on security, privacy, and darkness, hence the accommodations." "So where's the bathroom and the shower? I can't wait to sluice off," Marc remarked. Sluice orÉ She cast him a glance, and her cheeks heated at the smoldering look he aimed her way. Peeking at Thaddeus did nothing to alleviate it because he bore an equally sensual, yet hungry, gaze.