𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕊. 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕪 - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤

Housekeeping pt2

Leon has been gone for a week now. I miss him. A lot.
When Donny and I have sex anymore all I think about is Leon. I know this isn't healthy but I just can't leave Donny nor can I get Leon out of my head.

Donny had found out about the party and got hostile. He hit me a couple of times and took my makeup away. I wasn't able to cover them up so nobody would see.

Apart felt like I deserved it. Then again I didn't tell him about the party.

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I unlock the door to Leon's house and sit my bag at the door. I take a moment to look at the same house that I see every time. The house is the same way he left it the morning he left. I never touch anything while he's gone. Sometimes I get curious though.

I walk up the stairs to Leon's office. I know the login just in case anything happens. When I open the computer I look at the mission details again. It's the same details I have read before but I was just hoping that maybe something different would be there. I begin to snoop through emails. Nothing much, just his usual, Amazon orders and confidential things. As I continue to scroll though I stumble on older emails about housekeepers.

His last 3 housekeepers got fired. The excuses were not stated. I was hired within three days after the one prior. They were all pretty and looked rich. I was the odd one out.

I had to admit I was a little worried about that but I feel like he would give me and excuse.

Once I was done rummaging through files, emails, and slightly private info, I made my way back downstairs. I began to to look at pictures of his old team, friends, family, and a dog he must have had years ago. 

I started to feel something inside. Like I missed him but more. I longed for him. I wanted more.

These feelings felt so wrong to have. I did not wish to cheat on Donny. These pictures, thinking about and longing for him weren't helping me though.

I had to admit, the first day that I started to work for Leon I wanted him. Without thinking, I took a picture off of the mantle and sat on the couch. I felt so wrong but so free.

I unzipped my pants and slipped them off along with my panties underneath. 

I haven't done this in so long. I didn't even desire it anymore. Today, something was different.

I spread my legs and slowly started rubbing. I stared at Leon's hot body and big arms in the picture. I wished for nothing but him here. I imagined the sensation of him in me. The dirty thoughts unraveling with every motion. The imaginations of him calling me his 'good girl', 'pretty slut' or choking me and breathing on my skin. It all felt to real. 

At this point I had done away with the picture. I was practicly humping the air, moving my fingers as fast as possible, and moaning out loud. I was sweating purfiously. The thoughts getting more and more agressive. I will be honest, I wanted to be his plaything, I was willing to give up my body just to him. I wanted to feel him pound himself in me.

I thought about not only him but how he treats me. That was a turn on as well. The more I played with myself and though about the dirty things I wanted this man to do to me, eventually made me finish. Making me gasp for air.

I sat back for a moment, coming out of the high I was in. I started to realize what I had done. I CAME on my boss's couch while I have a boyfriend at home! I looked at the picture to see if I still felt anything and I did. HOLY SHIT! Did I love him?

I heard the lock start to twiddle. HOLY SHIT I DON'T HAVE PANTS ON! I ran to place the picture on the mantle and pull my pants on. I grabbed my panties laying on his coffee table and wadded them in my pocket.

Leon came walking in. God I was so excited.

"Y/N." He seemed sad and tired. Not what I expected but I probably should have.

"Hey Leon." I gave him a smile not realizing. "Mr. Kennedy I mean." 

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. Just call me Leon." He gave a pathetic smile. He threw down his bag and headed for his kitchen to grab a glass and whiskey.

I grabbed his bag and took it to his bedroom. I headed to the kitchen to make him a meal. He was staring at the counter and the glass. He was miserable.

" Are you hungry? I'm a really good cook." I try to convince him

"You are my personal housekeeper not my personal chef." He said numbly

"Well, I can still cook, Leon." I explained.

I figured he needed high protein and flavor.

I made grilled pork chops with bean soup and mixed veggies. I took a couple hours and he had finished a couple glasses. I turned to give him his meal, completly unaware of the bruises on my face. 

He starts eating and I turn to clean up the mess I made.

"Who gave you those bruises?" He asks in a stern, full-mouth voice.

The stairs was a classic one but he was going to see right through my lies anyway. "I fell down the stairs." I just blurted it out while I was scrubbing the pan I had used.

"Y/N!" I jumped as he yelled. "Who hit you? Somebody at the bar?"

I owned up to it. "My boyfriend, Donny." I hadn't even told my own family this why in God's name would I tell my boss. 

"You have a boyfriend?" He asked in a worried voice.

"Yes, Leon. I do. He only hits me sometimes when he is mad. He found out I went to your party that one night and thought me and you hooked up. He didn't kill me. He only hit me." I turned to look at him with few tears balling up.

Leon looked like he was just told that pigs fly. "You only have been with one man have you?" 

"Yes." I know the conversation that is about to happen.

"You do know he is abusive right? Hitting you when he is mad is exactly what you aren't supposed to do. Hurting somebody because they go to a work party is manupulative, controlling, and domestic violence. That's also a crime." Leon said in an angry voice.

"Donny is a nice man. He said that if he gets arrested he will find me and hurt me." I started shaking, thinking of the things Donny could do to me.

"That also a FUCKING CRIME, Y/N! How could you not see this?" He slammed his cup down.

I started balling, falling on the kitchen floor. I know what was going on, others could see it too. I have lost friends because of Donny. I have lost oppurtunities and now I am going to lose my job because of this motherfucker too. How could I not see the signs.  

"I'm calling the cops, Y/N." Leon said. I looked with no disagreement.

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The last I looked at Donny was him getting in the cop car. He did not look at me at all he didn't even seem sorry for the things he did to me.

I packed my things. I did not plan to get come back to this apartment. I would not miss it one bit. 

I stuffed the few belongings I had in the back of Leon's car. The ride to his place was quiet. I felt free for the first in awhile.  I wanted to tell Leon everything.

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Words: 1293

Date:July 19, 2023