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UNWANTED
MARRIAGE ❤️
{ In Love With My Maid… }
CHAPTER 9????10
THEME: His Heart’s Desire
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By, Naomi Cindy B.
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{ ANIMAL IN HUMAN FORM }
Rita went blind temporarily, staggering on the low cabinets
For the first three minutes, she didn’t get herself, and everything went blurry.
Alfred’s eyes came wide so much that they almost popped out of their sockets.
What just happened???
Kristen released heavy breaths as she started coming back to her senses bit by bit, and her eyes began widening at what she just did.
She just slapped her boss!
She looked at her palm, then she faced Alfred who was still staring shockingly at her.
Her eyes wide-ned more when she turned them to Rita who was just standing straight from the cabinet.
Rita’s cheek was already so f**king red as if chilli pepper was deposited there.
She looks just as shocked as Kristen herself as their eyes met, she couldn’t blink.
Kristen was about to start apologizing when Rita’s shocked look changed into an amused one, then in another minute, she bursted into an hysterical laughter, shocking Kristen again.
Rita laughed so ha-rd till she almost fell, then she suddenly stopped, and the usual mean look returned to her face as she walked to Kristen.
She stood right in front of her and smiled devilishly, sending chills down Kristen’s spine.
“Good girl, now watch how your life becomes a mess of shit from now on. You have no right to stop working in this house, in fact, you’re hired for life, till death do us apart” she muttered sinisterly before stepping back.
She walked out of the kitchen without looking at Alfred, and Kristen fell on her butt.
“I’m dead….what came over me?, What did I just do… Kristen!” She cried slowly.
Rocky must not hear of this, else she’s dead!
She was still crying when Alfred squ-atted beside her, and she sniffed, not bothering to look up.
“Thanks…for the slap” he said, and she looked up slowly, till their eyes met.
He has the usual flirty but handsome smile on his face.
“I can’t lay my hands on a woman, so i love that you did it for me, don’t worry I’ll protect you from her” he said, and she sniffed again.
She wanted to tell herself to be hopeful, but it’s dangerous in this situation.
What if her hope crumbles???
“Don’t be scared, ok?” Alfred said, and surprisingly, he brou-ght his hand to her hair and stroked it twice, making her release an unintended hiccup.
He smiled again before standing.
“Get up and make the meal for four” he said, and she looked up at him.
She scrambled up to her feet, and she almost fell, but he held her arm.
“So clumsy” he said, and she looked at him.
He smiled again before letting go of her arm, then he left the kitchen.
Kristen got to work immediately, and thanks to her fastness, she was done in less than an hour.
She set the dinning with the food, then she waited for the couple to come down for food.
Alfred was the first to rush down, adjusting his tie as he walked.
He’s all dressed up in corporate.
He walked past the dinning, and Kristen blinked as he made his way to the door.
“Mr Jenkins, breakfast” she said, and he looked back swiftly.
“Oh… I’m sorry Kristen, I have a meeting to catch up with, and I’m already late” he said.
“Then…
“I’ll come back for it in the afternoon ok?, Just keep mine for microwaving” he said.
“Ok sir, but your friend…
“I dropped his address on my bedstand, get it from my room, and take care” he winked before rushing out.
“Is he always flirtatious like this?” Kristen muttered with a light smile, but the smile disappeared when Rita came downstairs with Ca-ssandra, already dressed.
Ca-ssandra must have entered when she was in the kitchen.
“Wait in the car, need to eat” Rita said.
“Sure” Ca-ssandra replied and left.
Without looking at Kristen, Rita sat on one of the chairs, and Kristen started serving her food with shaky hands, hoping everything goes well.
Rita suddenly smiled with a side of her face, and Kristen stopped when she saw it.
“Finally found your roots” Rita said.
“Huh?’
“You were sent from the gambling house, and Rocky is your master” Rita continued, and her eyes wide-ned.
The glas-scup she was holding fell from her, crashing on her feet.
Rita stood slowly, and she held her breath.
“If I tell my dad what you did to my face, you’ll get locked up in jail, but that won’t be fun, and that’s why I’m planning to tell Rocky. I’m gonna pay him billions to have your hair shaved off, and you’ll be tortured till you beg to die!”
Kristen quickly went on her knees, clasping her hands together.
“Anyone else but not Rocky, please don’t ruin my life, I must have been out of my senses to have slapped you that way, i swear I wasn’t thinking. Give me any other punishment but not telling Rocky, please!!!” She cried for real, and Rita smiled again as she walked to her.
She enjoys scenes like this, seeing poor vulnerable people beg her like a goddess, it’s thrilling!
She finally got to her and dragged her up, then she grabbed her neck with her left palm before pushing her to the wall, chocking her hard.
“Ahh…” Kristen grunted painfully, and water came out of her eyes on it’s own.
“No one has ever slapped me, but you had the effrontery to raise your hand on me?, The one and only Rita Byram!, You think it’s a joke that my father is the richest in Italy?, You think it’s a joke that I rule the modelling industry in this country? Huh?” She said co-ckily, tightening her palm on Kristen’s neck
Kristen started bleeding from the nose, and Rita smirked before letting her go.
She fell on the ground and started coughing, holding her red neck.
“Like I said, your hell is this house. This is just the start” Rita said and picked her purse from the table, then she walked out of the house.
Kristen continued sitting there, holding her neck while crying slowly.
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Abel’s black Centodieci halted in front of the school gate, and he came out, then walked to the other side to open the door and bring out Bright.
He was looking extra smart in his green and white school uniform, his school bag strapped on his back.
“Here we are, bad boy” Abel said.
“Promise me you’ll come early to pick me, I don’t want to wait like I did on Friday” he replied.
“I promise, daddy never lies yunno” Abel replied.
“Drop me” Bright smiled.
“Without a peck, are you kidding me?” Abel replied.
“I want chocolates and waffle cubes on your way back, then my lolli-pop box is empty already, can’t control my sweet tooth” Bright said.
“Ok we’ll go to the supermarket to get everything when I come to pick you, agreed?” Abel replied.
“I love you daaadd” Bright replied, pecking his cheek.
“I love you too Young Thug, now go ace your clas-sagain” Abel replied, dropping him.
“Go boy!” He hyped.
“Go Abel!” Bright replied, and Abel laughed as he walked into the school with the other kids.
“Gosh, he’s my happiness” Abel smiled, getting in his car.
He drove off to to work, and immediately he got down from his car in front of the magnificent company building, his guys surrounded him.
The company is The Keys conglomerates. It belonged to his late father, Craig Keys who was a mafia, so he took over after his death.
He might not be the best, but he’s one of the top ten richest in this country.
Apart from the company, he directs over twenty private clubhouses over the country, then he’s into real estate too.
If hardworking was a person, it’s him.
He’s a one-man Mafia.
“Welcome boss” his Hitman bowed from the midst of the heavily built guys.
“The clients from Indonesia?” He asked, walking into the company while the guys trailed behind him.
“They’ve been taken care off, all that is left is your signature, so they can go on with the project” the hitman replied, and Abel dipped his hands into his pocket as they entered the lobby.
The lobby TV is on, and Hazel Keys is on screen, singing in a concert. It’s a rerun from last month.
Abel hardened his jaws as he watched her, and he suddenly looked away.
“Destroy that TV” he ordered.
“Yes boss” the hitman replied as he entered the elevator.
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Kristen got to the doorstep and sighed. Thanks to the address Alfred wrote, she was able to locate the house quickly.
It’s in a silent part of the city, and no single sound, till she rang the doorbell.
The door opened immediately, and she saw the coldest face she has ever seen. No emotions attached at all.
Is he human???
“Goodmorning. I’m Kristen, a maid for the Jenkins, Mr Jenkins told me to bring you…
Before she could finish, he walked away, leaving her standing.
She walked in slowly, shutting the door behind.
She dropped the packaged food flask on the available table, then she looked around.
The house is not as big as she has imagined, and it’s filled with books.
The living room has a book shelf, the dinning has one too, even the study.
Was he born to read?
Her eyes wide-ned when she saw a board, and she walked there slowly.
She gasped when she saw he was actually drawing a peach tree, but he hasn’t finished up.
“Whoa, he draws so well” she mouthed in awe.
She squ-atted in front of it, then she picked his pen that’s lying on a stool.
Immediately she did, Clinton appeared and snatched it from her, making her stand.
“I hate when people touch my things, and you can go” he said coldly, and she blinked.
“I’m… sorry … sir” she said awkwardly before walking out of the house slowly.
Immediately she opened the door, she met a lady.
“Who the hell are you?” The lady questioned, but before she could talk, she pushed her out and went in, shutting the door.
“Beyonce?” Clinton said as she walked to him and hug-ged him.
He broke the hug immediately.
“Your friend travelled to Milan and came back, you should allow a warm hug at least” Beyonce smiled.
“Why are you here?” Clinton asked.
“That cold attitude again, I came to play with you… Happy now?” She smiled and winked before rushing upstairs.
Clinton sighed and pocketed his hands.
Apart from Abel and Alfred, Beyonce is another close friend who knows him from home.
Yeah… home, cos he’s from Spain. He actually ran away from home to avoid an arranged marriage like Alfred.
He has been here since last year, and his family hasn’t been able to find him, thanks to Beyonce who gives him updates about them so he won’t get caught.
Beyonce came back, completely changed into elastic shorts and thin singlet, braless.
“I hate when you dress this way” Clinton said, picking his pencil.
He made to resume drawing, but she hug-ged him from behind.
“I missed you buddy” she kis-sed his neck, and he broke free
“Need to eat” he said and picked the food package, then he entered the kitchen.
“Let’s visit Alfred later today, pleeaasee” Beyonce pouted, rushing after him.
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Kristen was still in the taxi that’s taking her back home when her phone rang, it’s Rocky.
“Stop the taxi and come out” he said immediately she picked, and she blinked before doing that.
Immediately she came out, she saw him across the road.
Thanks to the tracker on her chest, it’s always easy to locate her, and that’s why he was able to detect that she’s out of the house.
He crossed over to her, and she quickly brou-ght out the stolen jewelries.
Immediately she gave him, his eyes lightened up.
“F**k!, Cash!, Cash!” He shouted crazily, throwing up the pack and allowing it to land back on his palm.
“Good job girl!, If you keep it up then we gat no problem, but if you make mistakes and get fired…” He said and turned dangerous as he moved closer.
Kristen swallowed ha-rd in fear, and his husky breaths filled with the stench of alcohol brushed her face coldly.
“I’m gonna kill you” he said, pulling her closer by her red neck.
“Understood!”
“I…I.. understand” she stuttered.
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Rita is currently in her private dressing room, smiling as she choose the outfit for her last photoshoot.
She shot two sessions already, left with one.
She can’t wait to be done with it so she’d go see Marcel, the love of her life. She’s missing him greatly.
She picked a transparent short gown, then black fitting belt and a bag.
She faced Ca-ssandra who’s behind her with several other agents.
“I’m using these” She said, referring to the outfit she picked.
“Rita, you have to wear what the agency choose, it’s an order from the CEO, you can’t choose for yourself” Ca-ssandra said.
“What the agency chooses?, You mean this godforsaken dress from GLITTERADO?” Rita replied arrogantly, pointing at the chosen dress.
“Rita…
“I’m not wearing those for a photoshoot, you expect Rita Byram to wear that lame dress and look like a darn farmer in a photo?, Come off if please!, If they can’t accept what I choose then they should find another model, Rita is expensive!” She shot and started walking out of the room.
“Please talk to her, she has to do this photoshoot” the agents told Ca-ssandra.
“Rita!” Ca-ssandra ran after her, but she didn’t wait, she kept walking furiously.
“The shoot for GLITTERADO?, I’ll do it” Tamara said from the midst of others, and she stopped.
“Was expecting that from you since you love leftovers so much!” Rita giggled, and Tamara smirked.
“Seriously, your father should have wiped you on the sheets” she said.
“Making sense is just not your thing, is it?” Rita scoffed.
“Everyone has the right to be stupid, but you’re abusing that privilege” Tamara replied, and Yvonne came closer.
“Wanna hear a story? Once upon a time. F**k you. The end” she said.
????️ Whoa!!!!
“Damn you fake b**ches!” Rita shouted, grabbing their hairs at once.
Tamara and Yvonne grabbed her hair too, pulling at her scalp.
“AHHHHHH!!!!”
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Marcel smiled as he came out of his car, and he checked the condoms in his pocket before entering the house.
Kristen is not in the living room, so he went upstairs.
He started opening doors, checking for her till he got to her room and heard the sound of the running shower.
“F**k!, Even better, today it is” he chuckled as he entered the room, locking the door.
He st-ripped himself and put on one of the condoms, then he smiled.
He has been dreaming of f**king the hell out of her hole since he saw her b**bs, and he has been restless.
He entered the bathroom slowly , and she’s truly under the shower, bathing.
He locked the door too.
Seems the running water is drowning his footsteps.
He walked slowly to her and grabbed her from behind, shocking Kristen.
“Who the…
“Your a-ss is a complete mess, but I don’t mind anyways, I’m only concerned about the p*ssy” he whispered, and Kristen’s eyes wide-ned.
She recognized the voice of Rita’s boyfriend.
She started trying desperately to free herself, but the water on their bodies made all her efforts sli-p off as he began rubbing his c**k on her.
“No!!!!, Someone help!!!!, Help!!!!!” She screamed as he grabbed her b**bs, pressing them so hard.
“Help!!!!!, No!!!!!!!!!!!!!”.
Slowly, the scene of how she got ra-ped at eight started flowing into her head, and as she remembered, she cried more.
This can’t happen again.
She gathered all her strength and pushed Marcel away, but immediately she took two steps away from him, he grabbed her again.
“I’m gonna f**k you so hard!” He laughed, hitting her against the wall.
He slapped her, and her li-ps got hurt.
“Animal!!!” She cried, grabbing his d**k madly tight before squeezing it.
She pulled it hard, hurting him.
“F**k!!!!” He screamed, but he was quick to punch her stomach.
Kristen fell on the ground, and he pulled her up fast, trapping her arms before slamming her on the wall again.
“AHHH…
Her screams were interrupted when Marcel kis-sed her li-ps f**king hard, holding her arms tight while widening her legs forcefully on the ground, ready to insert his d**k.
The door opened immediately, and someone came in…
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TB Continued…