🌸The Promise 🌸[18+]

Chapter 3

Xavier

Walking out of the house, I can't seem to get Nova's green eyes out of my head. The colour lights up her otherwise gaunt, pale face. She's underfed, basically a bag of walking bones. But her breasts still seem to be full under that ugly brown dress she wore.

Another kitchen maid, the fourth one we've had this year. I don't know what it is about them but they all seem to throw themselves at me. Maybe its the heat of the kitchen getting them all hot and bothered, not that I'm complaining, but its starting to get boring now. One whisper in their ear and they open their legs as quick as lighting, like putty in my hands.
Not one has turned me down, all hoping to be the next Mrs Laywood. Like my Father would even entertain the idea.
All of them seem to merge into the same girl after a while. Same mundane names that I never seem to remember, none have any self-respect they are just desperate to please.
But I miss the chase, when they are too easy I fuck them and move on, if they are good I fuck them a few more times. If they get clingy I fire them.

I think my father has started to be more particular with his choice in Kitchen maids, as I seem to have a thing for brunettes or they just have a thing for me. Either way, I still get fucked.
So I'm not surprised father has hired one with golden hair like straw, and curls that seem wild. Which is the complete opposite to this doe-eyed scared girl with a weird name, and what makes what my father asked, even more strange.

Xavier, I need you to give her a healthcare check, the same one that you do for the prostitutes who come to get checked out.

Why would a Kitchenmaid need that type of examination? I asked.
But father wouldn't say anything else on the matter. Only to inform him what I found and to tell her it was compulsory for new employees.

Was she a prostitute? Has father brought a prostitute here to work as a kitchen maid? She didn't look like one, but then again you should never judge a book by its cover.  I mean I wouldn't put it past him, he has a thing for picking up waifs and strays, and it's one thing I won't do is sleep with diseased prostitutes. No matter how attractive they are, probably fathers way of actually keeping a kitchen maid, knowing I wouldn't touch her if she was a whore.

Nova

Trudy or Mrs Bun as I will surely call her takes me up the cherry wood staircase.

"Follow me, Nova."
As she comes to another more modest flight of stairs.
"Your room is just around this corner, ah here we are." She opens a white painted door and ushers me inside before herself.

I blink trying to clear my vision, I'm sure we have come into the wrong room.
This room is huge, the walls are painted the same light pink as the drawing-room downstairs. But what really makes me stop is the luxurious four-poster bed with pale pink, silk bedding. The wood is painted white matching the door, and I can't help but gasp at how beautiful everything looks.
To my left is a beautifully crafted white wardrobe with flowers engraved in the wood, I turn and face the window opposite and look at the beautiful delicate drapes on either side, then beneath the window is a white wooden dressing table with a big mirror in the middle. To my right is a big crackling fire in a white marble fireplace, a small white wooden table and two matching chairs in front making it appear cosy.
The room is all white and pale pink and truly beautiful.

But it can't be my room, this is for a lady, not a newly hired kitchen maid without a penny to her name.

"Mrs Bun, I think there is a mistake," I say still looking around the room.
"This room is far too extravagant to be my room, Mr Laywood has hired me as a kitchen maid, So I think I need to be in the staff quarters." I say still looking around and noticing different things in this room. Like the paintings on the walls of flowers, well roses to be exact, each one a different shade of pink. Then the crystal bottle on the dressing table which I'm sure has perfume in, next to a porcelain vase with flowers in.