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UNWANTED
MARRIAGE ❤️
{ In Love With My Maid… }
CHAPTER 13????14
THEME: His Heart’s Desire
••••
By, Naomi Cindy B.
•••••
{ F**K YOU }
Only for tonight, let me cuddle you till you fall asleep… please” Alfred whispered back, and Kristen swallowed hard, unable to talk as their eyes continued locking hard.
Alfred pulled her body even closer under the sheets, and she gasped shortly as their noses almost brushed.
“Should I?” Alfred whispered again, sending heat to her cheeks.
She swiped her tongue between her li-ps, and Alfred smiled.
“That’s a yes, I guess” he said and pulled her closer again, finally closing the space between them.
Her face met with his chest, and she inhaled his cologne slowly as his arms wrapped more fully around her body.
Slowly, she sli-pped her arms around him too, and Alfred smiled, stroking her hair.
As their body warmth began circulating, Kristen sighed on his chest, feeling much better. The flu is finally leaving.
Since the ra-pe, she has never had the guts to stay this close to a man without freaking out, but it’s happening right now.
Why???
She has not the slightest idea, and the weirdest is that it feels good, so much.
“You don’t feel uncomfortable like this?” She asked slowly.
“Why?” Alfred replied.
“I mean… I’m a filthy godforsaken maid, I’m…
“I see you’re still dwelling in what mum said, but that’s not what you are to me” he interrupted.
“What am I?” She asked curiously.
“My clumsy maid” he replied, and she smiled.
A short moment of silence followed…
“Your parents?” He asked.
“I lost mum when I turned five, and my dad…my dad….I don’t know where he is” she replied awkwardly.
“I’m sorry” he said, and she nodded on his chest.
“It’s ok. I’m just so glad that you’re kind to me. You see, even if no one else does, your kindness is enough, Mr Jenkins” she said.
“Go to sleep” Alfred said.
“Yes sir” she replied, closing her eyes slowly.
Alfred continued stroking her hair slowly till she fell asleep completely, and he looked at her face slowly, feeling guilty about the bruises immediately.
“I feel bad, i promised to protect her from Rita but couldn’t” he muttered.
His phone buzzed on the stand, and he stretched his right hand to take it.
It’s a message from Abel.
★DUDE, IS EVERYTHING OK?★
ALFRED: Sure, ion need a b**ch tonight.
He dropped the phone and returned his hand to Kristen’s hair, rubbing it gently till he fell asleep too.
•••
Rita and Marcel are in the living room, watching her runway reruns on TV.
They’ve had several rounds of s*x already, and they plan to continue by 12 after watching TV.
He was sitting while she sat on his laps, straddling him like a baby.
They have a bowl of fries on the couch beside them which they eat from.
“Aren’t I so s*xy?, And that’s why Tamara can never beat me no matter how ha-rd she tries, Just look at me!” Rita said proudly as she watched herself on TV.
“I have the s*xiest girlfriend ever” Marcel said.
“I know, right?” Rita laughed, kis-sing his li-ps lightly.
“I love you bad” she giggled.
Marcel spa-nked her @ss, and she giggled loudly.
“I love you more baby” he winked, and they kis-sed again.
“Can’t wait for this show to end so we’d go upstairs for the final rounds” she said naughtily, and he smiled as they concentrated on the TV again.
Marcel’s phone suddenly dinged, and he checked secretly. It’s a message from Ca-ssandra.
★BABE, AREN’T YOU COMING ANYMORE?, I’M WAITING★
Marcel exhaled loudly after reading it, getting Rita’s attention.
“Babe, you ok?”
“I just got a text that my baby sis is sick” he replied.
“What!”
“I need to go now” he stood, and she held him.
“I’ll go with you”
“No babe, it might just be a minor sickness so let me go. I’ll see you tommorow morning” he said, and she hugged him tightly.
“I’m missing you already”
“I have to go now Rita” Marcel broke the hug and rushed out of the house.
He got in his car and smiled, then his phone chimed again.
Another message from Ca-ssandra, but this time it’s a picture of her p*ssy, dripping w-et already.
“F**k!, F**k!” He shouted maniacally as he drove out of the house.
His d**k was already ha-rd before he got to the hotel.
He literally broke into the room, and like he expected, Ca-ssandra is nake-d in bed, legs wide for him.
“Damn!, I’m gonna f**k you till you c*m blood” he said impatiently as he started undressing.
“Come give it to me sweetheart, ouchh…I can’t wait anymore… ouchh!” Ca-ssandra mo-aned.
•••
Clinton sat quietly on the sofa, head buried in his palms, sobbing quietly.
Beyonce came downstairs and squatted in front of him, then she removed his hands from his face.
His teary face came to view, and she sighed.
“It’s not your fault Clint, I never knew you have such illness” she said.
“How would I bring myself to tell anyone that I’m a nympho who can’t control himself around ladies? I planned to live the rest of my life in this house till I die without coming in contact with any lady, but I couldn’t chase you away” he cried, and she smiled.
“I actually enjoyed it” she said, and his tears stopped pouring.
“Huh?”
“I loved it, cos it was sweet. You didn’t ra-pe me cos I wanted it too, I love how it felt” she smiled again.
“Beyonce…
“Shhh” she placed a finger on his li-ps.
“You can call on me anytime you crave for s*x again, I’ll come rushing” she said, and he swallowed ha-rd as she stood.
“I’ll come check on you again very soon, take care baby” she said and walked out of the house.
Clinton stood and dipped his fingers in his hair.
“Gawd” he closed his eyes tightly.
•••
Alfred was the first to wake up, and immediately he opened his eyes, he smiled.
He had a peaceful sleep in years. Not like his sleep with b**ches weren’t peaceful, but there are levels to peace anyways.
The peace he felt last night was overwhelming, to think that he didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to f**k again.
He looked at Kristen who was still sleeping on his chest, and he smiled again.
“Her bruises got better” he muttered, staring at her face eventually.
As he stared, he found himself biting his li-p, and when he looked down at her chest, he gulped.
Why is he just noticing???
Her n**ples are so f**king obvious in the blouse.
She’s not wearing a bra beneath, so it gave it out a lot.
Why is he so obsessed with staring at it?
He suddenly looked away and tapped her gently.
“Kristen”
She opened her eyes at once, and she sat up immediately.
“Oh!, It’s morning!, I have to go clean the house and cook and..
She got down from the bed as fast as possible, then she started looking for sli-ppers to wear.
Alfred got down too and ordered two pairs from room service.
They were brou-ght, and Kristen smiled when he gave her hers.
It’s a fluffy furry one with rabbit build, looking cute.
“So cute” she smiled, wearing it. That was when she realized he’s already wearing the same thing.
“Oh!, Same sli-ppers!” She gasped.
“Let’s go” Alfred pulled her out of the room, and they left the hotel together.
They drove the five minutes back to the estate, and Rita opened the door this time.
Immediately she saw them, she began laughing hard.
“Latest couple in town!, Same outfit and sli-ppers, how cute!, The president’s son and his maid” she mocked.
“Make some steak and baked potato for breakfast, including Clinton’s” Alfred said without looking at her, then he started going upstairs.
“He must have f**ked you in the hotel since you’re so cheap” Rita said to Kristen, and Alfred stopped on the stairs.
“She’s not like you who acts like a dog for Marcel at every chance” he said.
“You’re very stupid for that statement” Rita fired.
“If I had a dollar for everytime you said something smart, I’d be broke” Alfred scoffed.
Kristen was already fidgeting as she watched the impending fight.
“I’d tell you to eat shit, but that’d be cannibalism” Rita replied hotly.
“You’re an idiot!” Rita shouted.
“And you look like a calculator without numbers, so meaningless” Alfred replied.
“What!” Rita gasped.
“To hell” Alfred said and resumed climbing the stairs.
“Come back here bastard!, Alfred!!!” Rita ran after him.
“Is this ending soon?” Kristen muttered as she entered the kitchen.
•••
Tamara finished breakfast before Metawin came downstairs.
He was holding a newspaper with his gla-sses on, looking so cute.
Tamara smirked as he walked to the living room and sat quietly.
“Ma’am, no flights today, please” Lopez said as she cleared the plates from the table.
“That’s if he doesn’t start it” Tamara replied and walked to the living room.
She sat beside him, and he shifted.
“I know you have a crush on me, but please stop making it so obvious” he said, and she faced him swiftly .
“Crush on you?, If my dog had a face like yours, I’d paint his @ss and teach him to walk backwards” she scoffed.
“Really?, Then why were you acting concerned last night when I came home with a bruised face?” Metawin replied.
“Cos…. You already look ugly without bruises, but the bruises only made it worse” she said, and he laughed loudly.
“What a lame excuse!, If I had allowed you to touch my face last night then something crazy would have happened, like you seducing me to your room to f**k. I know ladies like you who pretend when they actually desire the opposite” he replied.
“What!” Tamara gasped.
“Yeah, you love d**k so much! I know your history. You f**ked Darrell Bieber the popular actor last year despite the fact that he hasn’t asked you out, you’re so….
“Taarh!”
That was interrupted with a slap from Tamara, and Metawin stopped talking immediately.
Tears poured out of Tamara’s face.
“You’re the meanest man I’ve ever met, I hate you so much Metawin Jirawat!” She shouted in tears before rushing upstairs.
“Ma’am!, Ma’am!” Lopez ran after her.
Metawin bit his li-p ha-rd immediately, hurting himself as his phone rang.
It’s from Dew, his friend, and he slowly picked.
“Meta!!!” Dew screamed.
“What?” Metawin asked slowly.
“Heard you got into a fight with some thugs last night cos they were badmouthing Tamara, thought you both hate each other?”
“Did you call to say that?” Metawin sighed.
“Tell me what’s happening? I’m so….
Metawin hung up immediately, falling heavily on the couch.
•••
Alfred and Abel left the house already, and it’s just Kristen in the big mansion.
She took a de-ep breath before stepping into Alfred’s room, then she slithered into his dressing room.
She’d planned to steal three times from him first before diverting to Rita’s.
Immediately she opened the wristwatch show-gla-ss, she stopped moving, thinking about how kind he has always been to her.
“I shouldn’t be doing this” she muttered, but when she remembered Rocky, she bit her li-p hard.
“But I have no choice, I’m so sorry Mr Jenkins” she muttered and stole from the watches and rings.
She rushed out of the room afterwards, then she left the house with Clinton’s meal.
She took the bus first, then a taxi to cover the remaining distance.
She came down in front of his place and rang the doorbell.
He didn’t open the door, but then she realized the door is open.
She pushed it forward with her palm, and it opened widely.
She stepped in and dropped the flask on the table.
“Hello here!, It’s the maid!” She shouted, but no answer came.
“Is he out?, When why is the door open?” She asked herself, sighting the drawing board.
She went there and saw another drawing, a crescent moon.
Seems he’s done with the peach tree.
She was unaware of when she picked his pen from the stool and started giving more shadow to the drawing.
She was still shadowing when Clinton came downstairs. He was actually in the bathroom when she came.
She wasn’t even aware of his presence till she finished and gasped.
“Oh no!,” She spranged up, dropping the pen.
“You draw?” He asked behind her, and she turned back swiftly.
She went on her knees immediately, clasping her palms together.
“Please forgive me I’m sorry I just couldn’t resist the urge to draw I’m sorry for touching your stuff I’m…
Clinton started laughing before she could finish.
It’s rare for him to laugh, but she looked funny as she rushed the words.
She looked up slowly, and he stopped laughing.
She stood quickly and bowed.
“That’s your food in the flask on the desk, I’ll take my leave now bye!” She rushed and started rushing out of the house, forgetting her rabbit sli-ppers.
“Your sli-ppers!” Clinton shouted, and she ran back to take them.
She ran out of the house, and Clinton smiled as he turned to the drawing board.
She gave the crescent moon a rare touch of shadow, making it unique.
“Need to learn this from her” he muttered, but when he remembered he’s actually a female, he went sad .
He took the food flask and started walking into the kitchen with it, smiling when he remembered her funny look.
•••
Kristen was still in the taxi that’s taking her home when she got a call from an unknown number.
She picked slowly, wondering who it is.
“Kristen?” Alfred’s voice said, and her eyes widened.
“Mr Jenkins!”
“I forgot a file at home, can you get it from my bedstand and bring it to the company for me?” He asked.
“Of course, but I don’t know the company…
“I’ll send you the address” Alfred replied.
“Sure” she smiled, hanging up
“How did he get my number?” She wondered.
•••
Rita met with president Billy in the afternoon. They actually had lunch with Alfred, though she had to force her smiles for the sake of her dad.
Her dad only needs cooperation with MOVE automobiles to skyrocket and become richer, and that’s the reason for the marriage.
Once they get what they need, she’s cutting off the wedding by all it takes.
For now, she’s ready to play the game.
Alfred left the luncheon a while ago, but she still stayed, talking with the president at his request.
“I need to go right now, please” she suddenly stood.
“I hope you honour my invitation next time again” president Billy said.
“Of course father-in-law” she smiled, getting her bag from the table.
She walked out of the room and scoffed.
“I hope you die before that next time, old cargo”
She got to the front of the elevator and scowled.
“And where the hell is Ca-ssandra?”
“I’m here!” Ca-ssandra rushed out of the nearest restroom with scattered hair and disorganized blouse.
She was arranging them as she ran to her.
“Idiot” Rita almost slapped her, but she stepped back.
“I’m so sorry” she muttered, and they entered the elevator together.
Immediately they got to the ground floor, they met Kristen in the lobby, struggling with the guards to enter the elevator.
“I swear it Mr Jenkins told me to bring him some docu-ments!, Believe me I’m his maid!”
“Stay back young lady, we heard nothing from Mr Jenkins about it” the guards pushed her back.
“Call him and ask him yourself, he really told me to bring him the docu-ments!” Kristen tried to come in again, but Rita intervened and pushed her.
Kristen fell on her butt, and the file fell from her. The docu-ments scattered on the ground.
“How could a riffraff like you wanna enter ?, With your stinky rabbit sli-ppers?, You must be insane” she smirked.
“Miss, I’m…
“Shut up!” Rita shouted, and Kristen bit her li-p hard.
By now, several workers surrounded her already.
“She must be here to beg for money” Rita said, and majority laughed.
Rita was about to talk again when someone pushed her from behind, and she fell on her butt beside Kristen.
“Boss!” The chief guard said shockingly as Alfred appeared, looking angry.
“Alfred are you mad?” Rita shouted angrily.
Alfred ignored her, and everyone stared shockingly as he picked the docu-ments by himself, then he bent in front of them.
“Don’t even think of helping me up, don’t touch me” Rita said, thinking he wants to help.
“I’d rather eat manure” he rolled eyes at her before facing Kristen.
“Mr Jenkins” she muttered, looking straight into his eyes.
“I’m sorry for coming late, miss clumsy” he smiled, and before he knew it, he sli-pped his arm on her waist, helping her up like that.
????️ What the hell!
“Come” Alfred held her hand and started taking her in.
“Alfred!” Rita called from the ground.
Kristen looked back secretly, and Rita’s eyes widened when she gave her the middle finger.
fu-ckYÔÚ.
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TB Continued…