Pleasuring the Maid

***Ava***

I had been standing in front of the  round wall mirror in the bathroom for close to 10 minutes now.

My body refused to move, my eyes were glued on my pathetic reflection.

I looked hideous with my cheeks decorated by dried streams of tears .

The set of eyes that were staring back at me looked nothing like mine. Puffy and red obviously from the work they had been subjected to.

Flashy memories of what had happened the previous night were proving it difficult for me to get my emotions in check.

My mind refused to forget that exact moment he had his lips locked to Ariel's.

The way he had looked at me before he leaned down to kiss her. He wanted me to watch, he did it intentionally.

It's not the kiss that hurt me the most, it's the sadistic motive behind it. Had what we had done before mean nothing to him?

Time and time again Bryson made sure to remind me of how pathetic I was. He made it clear through his insulting words.

But this time he didn't have to put it in speech, no, his actions showed it all. That smile he had sent my way after that kiss, it was purely sadistic.

He'd never want me, to him I would always be a damn house help. And even though Ray kept on telling me he would eventually come around, I just didn't want to continue hurting.

His rejection made me think about my family. They had rejected me, my grand parents, my cousins and my aunt.

My uncle had given me the house I lived in after mum passed. That was pretty helpful but other than that, he never called, he never checked up on me. But that was okay, he was different and I liked him a bit.

Aunt Eve on the other hand hadn't shared any pictures of her exploring the world like she always did for days. It was a bit odd, she wouldn't go a day without sending photos of her adventurous self.

And even if she never really asked how I was doing, I still appreciated that little communication between us.

It was better than silence, better than the visible rejection my grandparents showed me.

I thought grandparents were supposed to be loving. So why didn't they care about me? They had made it clear the day my mum passed away  that they didn't want anything to do with me.

How do you deal with your only parent's death, alongside clear rejection from the people that are supposed to be there for you?

I was envious of the two men suddenly because their parents loved them despite being adopted. I'm guessing it's the reason why they never even suspected anything.

The man who was supposed to be my father had rejected me even before I was born. Had he known that I would grow to become a pathetic woman?

Now Bryson was confirming the same thing that my family had shown over the last one year.

The same thing he had made sure I was well aware off since I started working for them.

"Pathetic"

The eight letter word that defined my life.

at my reflection in the mirror and all I could see

nothing but to be loved. A girl that wanted her family to care

Before I knew it, my tear ducts were transporting the salty liquid. Spilling it on

to cry again, but I couldn't control it.

at me, leaned down

even bother to wipe off the tears. I didn't feel like it, they

to give out, I was suddenly feeling emotionally

was beginning to weaken my

do, I reminded myself that I had to get busy. It's the only way I could

stripped myself bare, got in the shower to

damned if I let Bryson or his

finished cleaning around 9.am. I had already cleaned all the rooms and

except Bryson's. I just wanted to finish my work for the day and

the boys would sleep in today, after

cleaning Ray's room I noticed the

go to one of the girl's place? No no no no, no he wouldn't do

I wasn't his girlfriend. We hadn't even talked about whatever

would stop seeing

No, I wouldn't cry again. What had

course that's why the room was locked. So that means I was right, Ray had also

fucking cried myself to sleep when the two brothers

else giving them pleasure other than me was like adding salt

I didn't hear Ray come in. I hadn't even realised I was crying

you like to eat?' I didn't want to talk about it. How

him, I immediately noticed how dishevelled his hair

A gasp pushed it's way past my lips. Thinking about it was

Ray's Pov

sit down Ava.' She was visibly shaking, her legs did so little to support

the living room, despite her attempts

between Bryson and Ariel?' Her eyes snapped back to mine and boy they

you huh? where did you spend the night?' She stopped suddenly, her eyes widening in the process

at Bry's room with lemme guess, Ariel?' Oh my god, this is why she was like

was it Mercy and her bff?' She continued questioning me, tears now

was fucking hurting me too. Those tears were

this had to stop and it needed to

here right now.' I hollered at Bryson, not even caring

to tell Ava the truth, I didn't want her to continue hurting because of something we didn't do with

either accept us or hate us.

one really knew about our relationship. We had kept it a secret for long,

Ava would understand. I hoped that she would accept us. Those were my wishes though, I

I would deal with it later, for now

think Bry didn't hear me calling him , I'll go to his room.' I told Ava, wanting to get Bry down here and end this as soon

a nod, hiccuping in the process. Her pain was my pain, she would soon realise that my feelings for her were real