The Maid (18+)

Maybe, I was only sick after all.

Yes, I know I stay up all night listening to the moans of Mr. and Mrs Wesley while they made love in their private room.

I know I usually would go sneaking around the house hoping to catch Mr Wesley having a shower, and being spared a view to such divinity of a body he carried,

Yes, I had done that a few times.

It happened one rainy night when his wife and their one year old son, had gone for a camp retreat with a number of her wealthy friends.

I had been left home all alone, with this somewhat, Greek-god-looking man of a mister.

Having been jolted to his car pulling into the driveway at midnight was my own excuse of wandering around the house at such unholy hour.

Surely, like my legs did take me someplace as mother always said, cause come one minute, I was in my bedroom, and the next, I found myself peering through the showers, watching Mr. Wesley in all of his glory.

In my defense, the man was every bit majestic.

He bore a body that would have any and every girl melted on the ground where he treaded. He bore eyes as cold as ice, but that barely complemented the caring side to him.

I found myself fluttering every time he would gaze my way, but I couldn't think too much of it, for it either was him calling me to get something done, or asking if I had gotten some work done.

I was the maid after all, but that wouldn't stop me from fantasizing about laying with the husband of my employer would it?

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"You're a naughty one, Camila"

That smug grin, which appeared on his lips while he gazed upon my face, only left me withering here, while staring into those hazel eyes of the gentleman.

He waddled around the tub in circles, eyes not for once shifting off my apprehensive ones.

"Tell me, Camila, do you get off on fingering yourself while screaming my name in the showers?"

Those were the words I heard from my employer while he stared down at my unclad body laid in the bath tub.