Pleasuring the Maid

**Ava's Pov***

It wasn't till the wee hours that my eyes began to droop. I was physically tired, every part of my body ached but still sleep wouldn't come my way. My legs and feet had this irritable tinkling accompanied by a slight burning sensation. Every attempt to stretch my muscles and limps got countered by the slight pain that arose.

My mind and my body refused to coordinate, each one of them working on it's own. Yes my body needed rest, but my mind kept on moving, forcing thoughts and memories to run in cycles.

I had tried all the tips doctors wrote about getting a good night sleep. I avoided caffeine before going to bed. I'd also tried listening to music, hoping that my brain system would slow down and finally let my eyes droop. But no, every little thing had left me even more awake.

The day had been a busy one, all the cleaning I had done during the day was catching up with me. I cleaned everything that was in that house, the kitchen was stainless, the bedrooms were well dusted and left smelling like detergent and cleaning chemicals, the toilets and bathrooms were well scrubbed and left spotless. Their clothes were well washed, ironed and neatly arranged in their walk in closets, even their shoes were shining. Each pair was perfectly arranged on the rack.

I mean it's pretty obvious that after a tiresome day one should sleep like a damn log, but no I had to keep on tossing and turning on my queen sized bed. I willed my eyes to close even for a minute but nothing of that sort happened.

Luckily I didn't attend school so I had nothing to worry about, you know homework and other annoying school stuff. That didn't mean that I didn't yearn to attend college, actually I wanted to in my heart. But like the saying goes, everything doesn't always work out.

It had been like this for a while now, working my ass off every Saturday at the Romans'. The death of my mother had forced me to take the only available job at the time.

Luckily Reynard and Renata were kind enough to offer me a house keeping job at their mansion. I did general cleaning on Saturdays, but during the week I'd still go to either cook, or water the flowers and take care of their beautiful garden.

I had gone knocking at their place after my mum passed on. Reynard, Mr Romans had approached me after my mums funeral. He had said his condolences, then he had introduced himself to me.

He told me that he knew that my situation wasn't easy to say the least. He said that they were looking for a house help and that I would be of great help to them. I didn't even think twice, I accepted the deal straight on. It was better than nothing plus I needed to atleast feed and clothe myself while at it.

Now, I was in my small house that was given to me by my uncle, the only relative that gave a damn about my fucking existence. I couldn't afford to pay rent for the two bedroom house that we used to live in with my mum. So when uncle Rob gave me the keys to that old tiny house, I gladly took them.

orphaned and all alone. Except for the pictures she sent daily showing off her perfect body or showing her newest conquest, she never really cared. As much has her presence or lack thereof

with two children, both handsome men that were already in college, Ray was the oldest at

that they were mean, rude and arrogant. They always teased me, taunted me

a living hell ever since I stepped feet in that mansion. I tried my very best to avoid them but somehow someway, we usually ended up bumping into each other. Every time that happened, I would leave crying or trying to force back

and cool than his younger brother. He would always make the insults less hurting. In fact many a times

hardly around, business trips allover the continents. That though didn't stop them from spending time with their sons with every

tell them if their sons ever made me uncomfortable. Of course I wouldn't do that, but it made feel

I was doing the utensils back at their place, they had walked in and started insulting

***Flash Back****

just a useless good for

asked, moving closer to

only nod, not trusting my voice at that

words maid. ' The word maid was dragged, spitting it

'Yes. '

watching as his brother strode towards the refrigerator, an evil smirk etching it's

oil from one of the kitchen oak cabinets. I watched as he poured some oil in the mango juice.

then met mine,

fun cleaning that. ' and with that he turned and left, his brother following him but not before he called me a beggar

stood there silently, biting my tongue enough to stop myself from speaking. I didn't want to cause more problems. My mum had always said to me that in such situations silence was the