Romans & histoires The Housemaid Epub

Up until noon, everything looked normal. Just as disappointment began to creep in, she suddenly strode straight into my bedroom under the camera. When she came back out, she was wearing my silk sleepwear. She had also put on my jewelry, around her neck and on her hands. She sat on the sofa, elegantly lifting a glass of red wine, every bit the mistress of the house. At that moment, the doorbell rang. She rose unhurriedly and went to open the door. A young woman walked in.

The mansion lay silent in the deep hours of the night, shadows pooling in corners like spilled ink. In the master bedroom, the wife lay sprawled across silk sheets, her robe undone, her thighs glistening in the dim lamplight. She couldn't stop thinking about the maid—that stubborn, infuriatingly beautiful girl with the downcast eyes and the trembling hands.

Ray had made it clear that the parents had warned them to stay clear of my path. I didn't want to lose my only job, I couldn't afford to. A few hours later, I had already changed Bryson's beddings, made Ray's bed and now I was unpacking. The room was pretty good for a housemaid like me. It had a canopy bed, dresser, Tv cabinet and a walk in wardrobe. I only had a few clothes, the closet was so big for my few old tees and sweats. I didn't own any jewellery, not even a single pair of earrings. Mmmh I'll just leave my clothes in the suitcase like before, and just take out my toothbrush.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

He just slowly reversed out of the room and closed the door. I quickly pulled on my maid dress, which was awfully tight everywhere and very short. I realised I did not bring my biker shorts to at least hide whatever would be showing. So, I had to just stick with my short dress the rest of the day. I slowly exited the room and walked around tiptoed around the house and carefully opening each door looking for the cleaning tools. I even reached outside and carefully opened the shed out there and landed on the cleaning tools. I grabbed the mop, the broom, a bucket and the gloves and then closed the room.

she sighed. She couldn't even swallow her food anymore. She got up and instructed the servants who were lined in rows to clean the table up before she went back to her room. The servants felt bad that they were going to throw away the untouched food again. They shook their heads while wiping the table and whispered. "Life of rich is never happy and contented. Living alone in this big mansion isn't exactly an ideal way of living!" As for Isabella, she lazily slumped against the cushions on her five-seater couch staring blankly on her comfy queen sized bed. She emitted a long, deep, audible breath expressing the emptiness in her heart.

I have never had an office job before, and I am quite excited about the experience. I have checked a few tips online to avoid making amateur mistakes, but sadly, I don't know the name of his company, so I am going in blind. Ma seems happy and content with the new job, and it makes me hope I will be as well. She has been gushing about the mansion and all the appliances available to ease her work and how kind everyone is. I decided to drag myself off the soft mattress and went searching for Ma to see if she needed help in any way. When I found her, she was busy, with Maria acquainting her with our boss's favorite dishes and the recipes.

Turns out I was wrong. The door swung open and a red haired lady stood at it with a smile on her face. "Housekeeper?" She asked. I nodded quickly. "Yes that's me. I'm ugh ... here for the interview." I take a peak inside the house and almost gasped. The house looked as amazing as I'd dreamt it to be. The lady followed my gaze and let out a chuckle. "I can see you like the house. Come on in and I'll show you around. I'm Clara by the way, the one who called earlier."

Marion. “It's better to be a maid, which is not a bad thing; it's an honorable job. As you can see, they work very hard in this house to not depend on any man, unlike you, who wants an easy life, at the expense of being one of the many women he sleeps with.” I gesture towards Massimo, who looks at me with clenched fists. “Maybe if you agree to take care of his son, you can be his main lover and let me leave this house.”

I added. She chuckled softly. “You are so kind. I’m the chief maid,” she replied with a gentle smile. “Oh,” I mouthed, feeling embarrassed by my assumption. Clearly, no one owns a house like this without having maids. It must be nice to have people to take care of everything for you. As I waited for Tiana , I scanned around the house, her home was well designed and beautiful, nothing like mine. My home was old and always had a new problem, it was so often that I had learnt to do most repairs myself and I find myself wishing I was born wealthy.