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When Abigail is offered a job as a maid at the Charles estate, it seems almost too good to be true. The work is easy and fair, her coworkers seem nice enough, and the best part? The owner doesn't even seem to live there. That is until he returns.
The trek from the bus stop to the estate was going to be long. She just didn't know which way to walk yet. The bus only made stops in town, so Abigail had to rely on her two strong legs for transportation. Fortunately, she did not mind walking.
Except that it had just rained hours earlier, and her old, worn-out footwear was far from waterproof. You would assume that someone who has been working nonstop since the age of eighteen would have enough money to buy new ones, but this couldn't be further from the reality.
She had worked as a maid since she was booted out of the orphanage for being too old. Her prior employers used to charge her for the room she inhabited in their houses, as well as the food she ate. Someone even charged her for the water she used to shower, which meant that whatever money she had left over from her income had to go directly to her small bank account.
She stared down at the crumpled piece of paper in her palm, with the address of her next employment scribbled on it as if it would magically inform her which way to walk. Sighing, she braced herself for having to ask a stranger for directions, something she despised.
She saw a young man her age going her way and decided to question him. But as she approached him, her anxiety intensified. Abigail had never been comfortable talking to strangers; it made her nervous, but she had no option just now.
"Excuse me," she said, but he either didn't hear her or disregarded her, so she spoke up: "I'm searching for the Charles Estate. Could you show me the way?
The young man glanced up as he was about to pass her and remarked, "Google it," without pausing.
Abigail couldn't do much but look at his back. So, that did not go well.
She felt discouraged and didn't want to ask anybody else, but she had no option. There was no sign directing them to this particular estate. She gazed about at the vacant town centre. The young man's receding form was the only person visible until the frail frame of an old woman appeared from one of the surrounding residences.
Relieved, Abigail collected her tiny suitcase and approached the woman, secretly ready herself for another rejection.
"Excuse me, ma'am," she said. To her relief, the woman quickly switched her attention to Abigail, giving her the strength to continue. "I'm looking for the Charles estate, I have the address right here but I don't know which way to go."
The old woman did not even look at the paper in her hand before pointing to a route along the main thoroughfare. "It's a long distance if you want to walk there, sweetheart. But if you continue this road for a few kilometres, you'll come across the estate soon; it's hard to miss."
Abigail couldn't help but smile at the sweet woman. "Thank you so much."
"Take care, sweetie. "It's dangerous to walk along the road, so keep an eye out for cars," the woman said before continuing on her route.
It was soon evident what the woman meant by her warning. There was no sidewalk on the road, so she had to walk on it or on the mossy side, which was exhausting. Fortunately, the automobiles that passed were few and far between, so she had little to worry about on her stroll.
She attempted to ignore the squeaking of her damp socks in her shoes, hoping that her new staff would find them acceptable. They were ordinary black shoes that didn't appear too horrible on the exterior. The majority of the holes were either unseen because of her ClRiley-chosen black socks, or on the bottom of the shoe, which no one noticed anyhow.
The countryside surrounding the town was stunning. Thick, thick woodland surrounded the road, and she believed she spotted a rabbit scurry away. After wandering for quite some time, she came to a side road in the disfranchise. It wasn't until she came closer that she saw it was a driveway with a stunning cast-iron gate in front of it.
She'd only walked for an hour and a half, which she thought was reasonable. This allowed her to go into town on her day off. She simply hoped that the town had more to offer than the petrol station she passed on her way out.
As she approached the gate, she caught a glimpse of the estate and couldn't help but pause to soak in the beauty of it all. The lush green lawn was centred on a stunning English-style home. She didn't dare to predict how many rooms it included. It finally made sense to her why everyone referred to it as 'the estate' rather than a normal house; this was so much more than that.
After gathering her thoughts, she approached the little gadget attached to the gate and pressed the doorbell. The device crackled for a moment before a man's voice said, "Charles estate, how may I help you?"
Abigail moved closer to the device to be heard better before responding, "Good evening, this is Abigail Gabriel, the new maid."
She wasn't sure why she concluded the statement with a question; perhaps it was a defensive mechanism in case things went wrong and they weren't searching for a maid after all.
"Why, yeah. "Come on in," the voice said before the connection was cut off. A few seconds later, the gate began to move on its own, just enough to allow her in.
The trip from the gate to the estate's main entrance took longer than she expected, but she arrived after only a few minutes. A tall guy with wispy grey hair on the side of his head greeted her at the door, smiling warmly. "Miss Gabriel," he welcomed. "I'm Gavin, the butler of this estate."
"Nice to meet you, Gavin; you may call me Abigail. "If you want," she said, shaking his hand.
"Very well, Abigail. Let me escort you to your room; I am sure it was a long trek to arrive in this tiny town."
"If only he knew," she thought. But she did not say it. Instead, she smiled pleasantly at him and nodded.
He took her farther into the mansion, and she tried not to stare at the pricey furnishings and luxurious arrangement of the space. She would have plenty of time to gaze at everything once she started working.
Gavin led them both past the stairs and into a corridor lined with unique-looking artwork. Some were older, some were newer.
Perhaps the owner of this mansion was a collector of art?
They walked past the kitchen and a few storage rooms before entering another corridor. A sign stated 'Servant's quarters,' but she had no idea how many servants there would be; Gavin was the only one she'd seen so far.
He paused when he approached another door and took a key from his pocket before unlocking it. "This one is for you, young lady," he replied, pulling the key out again and handing it to her.
She happily accepted it from his fingers; she had never held a room key before. The orphanage didn't even have doors so that the caregivers could see what was going on at all times, and her prior employers never bothered to give her keys.
"Thank you," she said, following him inside.
The room was tiny but had all she needed. A twin bed stood against the wall, with a little desk opposite it. To her left was an antique-looking closet that could house more clothing than she had possessed. The window provided just enough natural light to brighten the space without turning on the lights. There was a door next to the desk, and she could only hope to have her bathroom once.
"This will be your room throughout your employment; as you may have observed, you are the only one now occupying the servant's quarters. The servants' eating area is down the hall, and Loren and I will join you for meals. Loren is the chief housekeeper, therefore you will follow her instructions. Breakfast is at 7, and you'll meet Loren there to discuss the specifics of your responsibilities."
Abigail nodded enthusiastically; Gavin appeared to be a good grandpa figure, and she had yet to learn anything about the estate's owner. This assignment appeared to be her easiest yet.
"I'll leave you to it, then. Your uniform is in the closet; you must wear it.
Her gut twisted with the final words; uniforms were never a good indication. They were consistently overly short and unpleasant to work in. Someone even made her wear an Italian maid dress once.
"Alright, thank you," she said stiffly to the butler's leaving figure, before dumping her suitcase to the floor. She moved slowly to the closet, then opened it to check her uniform. To her astonishment, everything was OK.
The dress was just above her knees, but not as short as the ones she'd become accustomed to, and instead of a low-cut v-line neck, it was a turtleneck with short sleeves. She truly enjoyed it.
She sat down on the bed, satisfied, to take another look at the place. She could certainly get accustomed to this.
Irene Hart never fit in; being ridiculed every day at school and working continuously to pay off your mother's drug addiction was not what an 18-year-old wanted to accomplish in their senior year of high school. What happens when Irene is appointed to work as a maid at the house of a millionaire family, who also happens to be the crime boss? Irene's life is flipped upside down when two attractive brothers show an interest in her.
Ana never expected Luiz, her ex-boyfriend, to come into her business meeting, let alone that it would lead to thirty days of searing love. ***** Ana is passionate about journalism, and now that she runs her father's newspaper, she will go to any length to keep it afloat. She didn't anticipate her ex-boyfriend, Luiz, to be the one she turned to for assistance. But there's a catch: he wants vengeance for betraying him back in the day. In exchange for the money, he wants her to spend thirty nights with him; however, things start to go wrong when flames bloom between them. Could this be their second shot at love, or will scandal and blackmail tear them apart forever?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"You were about to cum in me." I said and sat up. That's when I felt a stinging pain across my ear as my hand caressed my face, then the realization hit me- he had slapped me, Lee had just slapped me. #Sex. Lies. Money. Power. *** Jessie, after finding out her fiance had married another woman, decides to have a one-night stand with his uncle, only to find herself married to him. But despite being married to his uncle, she was still attracted to him, so she started secretly seeing him. Well, the uncle wasn't willing to give her up now, not after he vowed to always be by her side; now she had two men fighting for her. And the woman her ex-fiance married wasn't just going to give up on him. Will Jessie realize old flames can never be and live a peaceful life with her new billionaire husband, or will Jade succeed in winning her back?
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!