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Bossy maid Episode 9

👩🏼‍🦱👩‍🍳Bossy maid👩🏼‍🦱👩‍🍳
(👩‍💼🎀She’s the boss👩‍💼🎀, 👨‍💼🤫I’m the maid🤫👨‍💼)
❣️ Written by Haryormideh Ayeni ❣️
🌺🌺🧸 Episode nine🌺🌺🧸
Mrs Wilson 💖
“David” I ran to my husband study room.
“What’s it dear?” He looked up from the book he was re-ading.
“That girl, Clara, the one Donald almost got married to”
“Yeah, what’s it?”
“She’s out of prison. I don’t know how she did it but she’s out.” I told him worriedly
“Oh my goodness” he stood up
“You don’t think she’ll find him right? Donald is still susceptible to her, do you think I should give him a warning?”
“No, leave him to sort things out himself but tell his maid to always keep an eye on him”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive, know the name Flynn calls her?” He chuckled.
I don’t find any of this funny. “What?” I wriggled an eyebrow.
“Bossy maid”
I found myself smiling, I picked the right girl.
Courtney 💖💖
Donald and I let our guards down a little to each other. On my p@rt, I think it’s the files I’m working on , then I suddenly thought, if I want to avenge my parents death I might need his help so I need to tre-ad lightly.
The next morning,
A new message on my phone woke me up from my de-ep slumber.
I took the phone and re-ad the message, it was from Donald’s mother.
💬Hi Courtney, how’s Donald? Can I come over to spend some time with him?”💬
I re-ad the text over and over again before texting a reply 💬 Donald is fine ma’am and no, don’t come over now. Donald is really busy with work 💬
💬 Ohkay, can you keep an eye on him for me?💬
💬 Sure ma’am 💬
I stood up and checked the time, it was almost noon!
I’ve never sle-pt this late since I started working as a maid. I took my bath hurriedly and wore fresh clothes before heading down.
We finished sorting out the files yesterday. Everything is in order now.
I entered the kitchen and met Donald setting the table. “You cooked?” I asked
“Yeah sure, you look pretty tired yesterday and you sle-pt in” he shrugged
Donald cooked for me?? Am I in some sort of dream??
“Thank you” I said softly and sat on the kitchen stool.
I filled my plate and ate slowly, since my parents death, no one has ever cooked for me, I’ve always been on my own.
After the meal, we both went to the living room and watched a TV series.
The doorbell rang, breaking the silence in the living room.
“Are you expecting someone?” I asked him
” No it should probably be Flynn or Eva”
I nodded and went to open the door with Donald’s closely on my heels.
Standing on the door mat with a big box, looking like some sort of celebrity is someone I don’t know.
“Who are you?” I squinted my eyes at her, she has an eerie aura around her.
She re-moved her sun gl@sses “His fiancee and who the fvck are you?” She strolled in like she own the house.
“Is she really your fiancee?” I asked Donald.
His face was white as sheet and very well “she’s my ex, nightmare and first and only Love”

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