The Housemaid Series Book 3 Romane & Geschichten

I drowned myself in the shirt and true to what I thought, it was indeed very big for me in fact it was more like a king dress. As if it was planned, my stomach growled after I got dressed so I wore the pink flip flop that has been prepared ahead and went downstairs, hoping to see something that will suffice me. As soon as I got to the living room downstairs, I met a woman cleaning the chairs and I coughed lightly to get her attention. “ Good afternoon ma'am, I hope you enjoyed your rest. I am Mrs Kris, the head maid of this house, “ she introduced while eyeing me from head to toe.

MAY I clenched my fists. I thought I could fake a smile but my face didn’t cooperate with my slyness. She was dressed in a different attire, one that I had never seen since I got to the mansion. The maid stepped backwards as she came forward. “My name is Lydia and I am the current housekeeper. For the next two weeks, I will take up the duties of the butler and manage the maids until Mama comes back. Nice to meet you, Miss,” She smiled at me. Just by taking one look at her, I could tell that she was an opportunist. She was smiling so confidently, not minding that she was caught with my husband last night.

The woman would not even look Courtney in the eye directly, but kept her eyes trained on the floor below. “You called mistress?” said the timid, old woman. “Yes Helga, I did several minutes ago in fact. I need you to collect the rest of my bags in the front hall. Then drawl me a bath and get all this mess in here cleaned up.” “Yes mistress.” For a woman who'd just been broken up about the way she was being treated, Courtney’s voice had sure come out firm. And her tears had also seemed to vanish instantly. “Leave this mess Helga. I’ll attend to it later,” contradicted Grayson, “and feel free to retire for the evening. Mrs. Godwin can drawl her own bath and carry in her shopping.”

After the dinner all the pregnant she wolves were a mess all over. Rose cried at everything and I mean everything. Sarah was miserable and hot poor Ryan was frozen most nights and miserable. Ben went on so many food runs because Mary wanted all kinds of snacks. Abby was easier cause she never asked for much but she did have to remodel the house a few times. It was funny watching the alphas try to find bedrooms and freak out because they couldn't find their kids. Abby love interior design and spent a lot if time designing rooms.

he growled in my ear before leaving me alone in the hallway with a burn on my ass. Fuck. I wanted him pissed. But by the time I grabbed a duster and started cleaning, I got lost in the book titles. Ever since I had moved in, seeing his leadership and stock books placed beside my paranormal reverse harem books made me smile. The place was already spotless since the housekeeper cleaned everything thoroughly once a week. I snapped out of my head when Damon cleared his throat. “Did you clean everything well?” “Clean?” I asked and kept the book down when I realized I was still in the naughty maid costume with my tits spilling out. “Oh my god, I totally forgot I was trying to be a sexy maid for yo

If you could just make me thinner, I promise I would never miss another Sunday service again. Quickly, with a mixture of excitement and anxiety about the wedding, I descended the stairs in the direction of the Maid's chambers. Paradoxically, I felt both eager and anxious about what the future held. Mrs. Cha was waiting for me, boiling some delicious Indian chai leaves, and setting me some sweets and biscuits as a parting treat. She treated me with love and care, just as a mother would do for her child. Without a doubt, she would be much missed by me.

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."

“Any reason why?” “She took something from me. That’s all.” He replied, eyes meeting hers. They were quiet for a moment as she searched on her desktop for the dispatched name. Her eyes squinted a bit in disbelief capturing Dan’s attention. “I don’t understand.” She murmured to herself. “I don’t see an entry. You sure it was from us?” “I trust no one else to clean my home and my dick like your girls Camila.” He replied, teasing. Her face wrinkled in disgust. “I’m sure. My daughter scheduled the maid herself upon my arrival. She cooked for us so she was specialized if that helps narrow your search.”

I ask when I step out of the closet, glancing at Eva whose leaning on my door. She hooks a thumb over her shoulder. “Bathroom is down the hall, there’s only two in the entire house so we all have to share.” placing one of my suitcases by the dresser, I pull the other upon the bed with a grunt and start unpacking. “While you get settled in, I’ll be downstairs reading. Tiffany, Camille, and Beatrice will be back tomorrow from their trip home so it's just you and me.” “Do they also live here?”

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> CHAPTER THREE BETRAYAL Three weeks. Three weeks of gilded captivity in House Holt's sprawling estate, where ember magic infused every surface, keeping the halls perpetually warm and bathing the crystal architecture in a golden glow that was both beautiful and suffocating. Three weeks of lessons in etiquette, magic theory, and the tedious genealogies of noble houses that meant nothing to a girl raised in the Shadowveil's desperate alleys. Three weeks of Cassian's alternating attention and neglect, his proud displays of her to certain guests and his conspicuous absence at other times.