After meeting Mrs. Johnson the other day and seeing how rude she was, I decided to meet with Mr. Johnson to return the credit card he gave me.
I should have returned it earlier, but I guess I kept my mind busy on other things.
I didn't think I need it since the number of things I owned was okay for me and I just wanted to rightfully buy more things with the money I earned from working.
"Hey Ava, I'll see you later since I wanted to see Mr. Johnson about something," I gave her a half-smile.
"Yeah sure, I'll be in the laundry room with the other girls," She returned the smile.
I then headed towards the first floor, where Mr. Johnson's office was. Once there, I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer on the other side.
"Come in," A low gruff voice said.
"Hello Mr. Johnson," I gave him a small smile, closing the door behind him.
"Is everything alright?" He raised a brow as he straightened his suit jacket a bit.
"Ugh yes, I just ugh came to return your card since I don't need it," I walked over to hand it to him, but he pushed it back towards me.
"No I want you to have it and you can consider it to be a gift," He winked at me, making me inwardly roll my eyes, "anyways now that you are my personal maid I want you to be the only one to make my meals. Also, I want you to make me a meal now," He replied.
"What kind of meal?" I raised a brow.
"Surprise me," He said in a final tone and I sighed.
"Alright, coming right up sir," I replied, walking out of his office.
Moments later, I was finally in the kitchen and while I looked through the pantry, I tried to see what meal would be good to make for Mr. Johnson.
He insisted on me being the only one to make his meals now that I was his personal maid.
I sighed not knowing what to choose from but figured I'll just throw whatever I can together.
"Do you know how to cook?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
She was very promiscuous and barely wore clothes.
At first, seeing her outfit, I was shocked since it made me uncomfortable but like everyone else, I've gotten used to it.
Whenever Mr. Johnson wasn't around, I would sometimes see her go with one of his bodyguard to a spare bedroom.
Not even trying to hide, they two were extremely loud throughout their entire sex escapade sounding like roaring lions in a deathmatch.
"Yeah I think I can," I said, not being so sure myself.
"Well sweetie thinking is for losers and not being sure isn't good enough, but I guess my husband will make an exception for you. And whatever that reason it still amazes me," She said snobbishly as she looked at me up and down.
She then flipped her hair and walked out of the kitchen
"Bitch at least I'm not a slut," I muttered underneath my breath.
After some time, I was done making the meal and headed towards Mr. Johnson's office.
Once I balanced the tray of food on my left arm so that I could knock on the door, no one answered.
I then tried to see if the door was open and sure enough it was.
Not thinking it was a big deal to enter the room, I walked in and gasped when I saw what was in front of me.
It was Mr. Johnson getting pleased by one of his maids.
I had not seen anything like that before so for a moment I froze in place until my eyes met the dark blue eyes of him.
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The Billionionaire's Hired Possession
Short Story(Mature Content) In which a naive girl is hired to be the maid of billionaire, Donovan Johnson. But little did she know he wanted her to be more than just that. And all it took was one sinful night for both of their lives to change. "Let go of me,"...
