Yes, No, Maybe

Moans... I hear moans. "Ughh faster!"

I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quiet down. I ran back down to the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions- NOT!

Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiance of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one.

I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his "lady friend" safety on her way home.

"I can't wait for tomorrow night." she said in a seductive tone and batted her eyelashes on him.

I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiance.

"You're too loud." Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls.

And yes another girl cried tonight. They won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless, and jeans unbuttoned.

"Don't drool over me, scullery maid". And with that, he went back up. Jerk.