Pleasuring the Maid

" stop! ' Ray pulled back, pushing me slightly in the process.

He didn't kiss me back, he didn't want to. Oh no, what did I really expect, that things were different now? that he was a changed man? Honestly the word stop hurt me so much, the rejection stirred an unexplainable feeling deep down.

To worsen it all, he wasn't even looking at me, he was staring right ahead, his face blank of any emotions. Could he not at least look at me even for one second. 

Was I that ugly for him to look at me. That pang in my chest grew brewing tears inside my stinging  eyes. With a single blink of my eyes, the clear salty liquid flowed freely, rolling down on my cheeks.

How could I forget I was just a maid and he was the son of my boss? For goddess sake, to him I was disgusting, to him I was nothing, to him I was just a useless good for nothing whore.

He and his brother Bry had reminded me daily how pathetic I was. Not even once did they acknowledge me with respect let alone address me by my own name.

It hurt me and yet I had no excuse whatsoever, I came onto him. At that time all I could think about was how big of a mess I had just made and how the hell I was going to get out of it.

I had already told him a part of  my story, a story that only Nate knew. Was I that blinded by stupid feelings to open up to him, my tormentor? Now he knew it and he was already rejecting me. I had given him more information to use against me, I should have never let my guard down at all.

so careless to tell him my story after everything he had put me through?  Oh god, he was doing the same thing

just did was killing me. He would be so convinced now that I was even more promiscuous than he thought. It didn't matter if I had slept with Nate only, he would definitely twist the story to his

worse. Ray was always the sensible one, but Bryson  was pure

  I didn't even feel the tears now and at that time I knew I had to ask

like that. I really didn't think before doing it, I know now it was wrong of

really sorry, but I'm going to ask you to leave now. I just want

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clue whatsoever to show that he had atleast heard me. I was starting to think he never heard a thing I

his hand and shaking his head. I could have sworn he was having second thoughts. However, in an instant, his right hand was on the door knob, twisting it urgently and without even sparing me a glance,

moment the door clicked and closed behind him. Nothing at that time could stop the salty  streams on my cheeks from flowing. Whatever

my pitiful story to Ray so fast. Been alone has never been an issue, I was already used to being all by myself. I was used to bottling my feelings and when I

to run to, I wished I at least had a friend I could talk to, I wished my mum was still alive. I cried for