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UNWANTED
MARRIAGE ❤️
{ In Love With My Maid… }
CHAPTER 5?6
THEME: His Heart’s Desire
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By, Naomi Cindy B.
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{ UNINTENDED SEDUCTION }
“Mr Jenkins!” Kristen called again, but he remained on the ground without moving, eyes closed.
“Oh no” she muttered and left him to go get water, maybe if she sprinkles it on him, he’d wake.
Immediately she got the water, he woke up even before she walked to him.
He spranged up, and when he saw her again, he almost fainted again.
“And where the hell did you come from!, Leave!!!” He shouted, holding his chest.
“My name is Kristen, the housemaid” she smiled, the flour on her face making the smile look so funny.
“New housemaid?” Alfred said, calming down bit by bit.
“Yes, Mr Jenkins” she replied.
“And what’s all that on your face?” He asked, standing straight.
“Oh!, The flour…. it’s flour, I need to go wash it off and clean the mess on the floor” she said and started rushing towards the door.
Alfred left the door immediately, and when she ran past him, she turned to him.
“The bathroom” she said.
“Last room upstairs, that’ll be your room” he replied, and she smiled again before rushing upstairs.
“Gawd, I almost fainted for the third time” he sighed and walked into the kitchen.
He saw the mess of flour on the ground and smirked.
“Heard she-goat is addicted to pancakes, did she tell her to fry it?, Uncultured brat” he muttered and went to the freezer.
He got himself a can of Rainbow, his favorite juice.
He drank from it as he walked out of the kitchen, but when he turned back to see the flour on the ground again, he sighed.
He h@ťěs stains or dirt.
He dropped the can of Rainbow and got the sweeper to clean it up, but immediately he squatted on the spot, Kristen came back in.
“No Mr Jenkins!, I’ll take care of it!” She gasped loudly, and he stood, turning back to her.
His eyes widened immediately he saw her, and he blinked twice. Is she really the same person who left the kitchen earlier?
The water she washed her face with touched her hair, and some strands got stuck on her face, giving her a tenderly innocent look.
She’s pretty!
He cleared his throat and stepped back from the spot, taking his drink from where he dropped it earlier, then she started the cleaning.
It only took ten minutes, and immediately she was done, she started making the pancakes while Alfred watched from behind.
•••
“Oh my gosh!”
“My gosh!, Marcel!”
“Yeah… like that!”
Ecstatic screams of pleasure fell from Rita’s mouth as Marcel pommeled his Ďïčk in and out of her Çüñť in the fastest way ever.
She’s on all fours in bed, her @zz facing him, so he was banging from behind.
“Gawd!… Ohhh!” She cried in sweetness again, biting her lip as Marcel spanked her @zz before plunging deeper into the hotness of her p@zzy.
“Ouchh!!, Marcel!”
Marcel handled her B-__-bs in the front with his large palms, pressing them like a sucking baby.
He spanked her @zz repeatedly before holding it firmly, driving himself completely into her hole.
“f-__-k!!, Marcel harder!” Rita screamed, grabbing the sheets, her manicured nails almost digging into the soft bed.
Marcel suddenly pulled out, but before she could protest, he tossed her, so she was lying on her back, and her legs flew in the air.
She began rubbing her ćƖĩť with her fingers, impatient to have him again.
“I love you so much baby” she breathed, licking her upper lip as Marcel gave her pulsating p@zzy a lustful look while stroking his hard Ďïčk.
“I love you more baby” he groaned huskily before inserting his Ďïčk into her hot vibrating p@zzy again at the speed of lightening.
“F***k!, Marcel!” She gasped, holding his shoulders as he bent over and started screwing her madly again.
“Oh my gawd!”
“Yes yes yes! Yes baby!”
“I love you… Yes!”
Marcel pounded so hard into her again, almost tearing her away as her womb got hit violently.
“Dammmnn!!, Marcel!”
••••
Alfred is gone already, he’s in the living room, so it’s only Kristen in the kitchen.
The pancakes entered the pan not long ago, and she’s still watching the timer so she’d take them out in time.
Rita entered the kitchen with Marcel, and immediately she saw the pan is still on fire, she flared up.
“Wait… The pancakes aren’t done yet?” She asked with wide eyes.
“Just few more minutes miss, it’ll be…
Another slap greeted Kristen’s face before she could finish, and she staggered.
“I told you to make the pancakes an hour ago, and now you’re telling me absolute trash?” Rita said hotly, and before Kristen could gather herself together, she started hitting her.
“Miss I’m sorry, it’ll soon be done I promise!, Miss!!!” Kristen cried as she got hit mercilessly.
She fell on the floor, hurting her wrist as her hair covered her face.
Rita was already breathing hard by the time she was done with her
“Marcel can you just imagine?” She faced him, and he came closer.
He bent in front of Kristen, and his eyes caught her B-__-bs.
One of the front buttons of her blouse fell off during Rita’s hit, so it gave off a big part of her B-__-bs.
Marcel licked his lips lustfully before talking.
“How dare you make my baby shout, you mad?” He said, raising his hand to slap her, but someone held it.
Before he could even look up, the person pulled him up and threw him against the cabinets.
Alfred!
“Baby!” Rita rushed to help Marcel up, and Alfred looked at Kristen.
“Go put off the cooker, it should be done by now” he said.
“Yes sir” she replied, standing quickly before rushing to the oven.
“And how dare you hurt my boyfriend!” Rita faced him angrily.
“Get him out of here!” Alfred yelled back, and that was replied with a slap on his face.
“Ah!” Kristen gasped shockingly from the front of the oven, and Marcel smiled when he saw how red Alfred’s face became immediately.
Alfred smirked, and his eyes turned red before he faced Rita.
He’s not a woman beater, and he’s never gonna be one, he has vowed never to raise his hands on a woman, and that kept his hands folded.
“Next time, learn to stay away from my boyfriend!, He-goat!” Rita shot angrily before pulling Marcel, then she faced Kristen.
“And you, I’ll show you hell” she said before leaving with Marcel.
“Mr Jenkins” Kristen said slowly, walking to him.
She gasped when she saw his red cheek, then she rushed to the freezer where she got an ice pack.
She rushed back to him and stood in front of him, then she stood on her toes and started pressing it on his face.
He suddenly pushed her hand away.
“Mr…
“I’m fine, make me breakfast” he said.
“What should I…
“Anything” he cut her off and left the kitchen.
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Rita’s blue Veyron halted in front of the building, and Cassandra came out of the driver’s seat, opening the door for her.
Rita stepped out arrogantly, looking spoilt in her multicolored fur coat over an extremely short black gown, showing off the butterfly tattoo on her thighs.
She’s a fan of multicolours, so she always had it in her outfit.
Cassandra led her into the building where several other models are chatting.
REGALIA is the most popular and influential agency in Florida, so they take in only well-known models, and that’s why they’re always recognized anywhere.
Among the over 150 models under them, Rita Byram is the most popular, and also the prettiest according to the record.
She has walked all of the runways possible.
Despite being an Italian, she took over the modeling industry in Florida, making her so popular, and of course proud.
She never talks to other models in the agency, and she’s h@ťěd by many, but she doesn’t care.
Models started murmuring h@ťěful comments as she walked into the CEO’s office.
?️ If arrogant was a person
?️ I dunno why she’s always the one
?️ Heard she didn’t go for the airport look photo$h00t
?️ For VOGUE?
?️ f-__-k!, Is she insane?
?️ Of course she is
?️ How audacious, cos her dad is the richest Italian or what?
Mouths didn’t stop running till she was about to enter the CEO’s office, and she bumped into Tamara.
“Oh!, It’s the tasteless bride” Tamara scoffed.
“Tasteless?, Did you just say tasteless?” Rita said.
“What?, Aren’t you tasteless?, Or you want me to tell you more?” Tamara replied.
“Say more than that, that won’t still make you beat me in this industry, I’ll always be the first!, That’s why Awesome ends with ME and ugly starts with U, you’re a failure” Rita smiled.
“Like your dad’s condom” Tamara replied.
?️ OMG!
“What did you just say!” Rita came closer.
“You have ear dysfunction?” Tamara replied, and Rita was about to grab her hair when Cassandra held her hand.
“Not now, please” she said.
“You’re just as stupid as your brother!” Rita spat at Tamara.
“And you’re just as senseless as your father!” Tamara replied simply.
?️ Geez!
Rita gave Cassandra an angry look before snapping her arm off her hold, then she stormed into the CEO’s office.
Cassandra followed her, and Tamara smirked.
“Babe!, You rock!” Yvonne appeared beside her.
“Leave her to me, she’s soo dead” Tamara smiled.
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Kristen is the only one at home right now. Alfred left the house some minutes ago after eating the spaghetti she made him.
She finished doing the dishes he used and cleaned the kitchen, then she stretched as she stepped out.
She looked around the living room and smiled, happy that for now, Rocky’s trouble will seize.
Her phone dinged in her pocket, and she got it.
“Talk of the devil” she muttered when she saw it’s a message from Rocky.
★WHAT HAVE YOU STOLEN?★
She blinked once before rushing upstairs. She entered her room first and stood in front of the mirror for a while.
She brought in her small bag after Rita left the house earlier, it’s currently sitting on her bed.
“Ok, let’s do this” she said to herself and left the room.
She walked to the door of the third room and opened it stealthily, stepping in carefully.
“Whoa!” She muttered when she saw how the room sparkled, it’s crystal clean and rich!
Without asking, she knew it’s Alfred’s room.
She walked to the adjoining door and opened it, finding herself in a room of treasures, his dressing room!
It’s so big it could pass as a international boutique.
Over ten walk-in closets and expensive shoe racks.
Close to fifty tie boxes and accessories.
Her eyes widened when she saw his wristwatch show-glass, containing different designs of wristwatches from different countries, it was sparkling, all pure gold or silver.
Another turn, she saw different boxes of golden chains and bracelets, earrings and rings, studs and wristbands.
She fell on the floor without getting pushed, her mouth so wide.
“No wonder they’re the richest in this country, gosh!, This is much!”
Her phone buzzed again.
★WHAT HAVE YOU STOLEN!!!★
She stood quickly and opened the wristwatch show-glass, taking two from it before closing it.
She took numerous chains and rings too, then she rushed out of the room.
Unknown to her, there’s a camera in there.
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<2PM~A LOUNGE>
“Freshest husband in Florida!, Alfredo Jenkins!” Abel shouted as he entered the lounge.
Alfred was already sitting with a cup of Hennessy in front of him.
“Can you stop shouting?” Alfred rolled eyes.
“Uncle Alfred!” Bright waved behind Abel.
“Young Thug, what’s up?” Alfred raised his hand, and he rushed to hit their knuckles.
“Bad boy” Alfred laughed.
“I love it when you call me that” Bright said.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re really six” Alfred said, and he giggled before sitting beside him.
“Why haven’t you gotten him a nanny?” Alfred asked.
“I don’t need a nanny, my dad is enough” Bright talked.
“Heard that?, That’s what he says anytime I try, so I gave up” Abel said, ordering a bottle of McDowell.
“Why don’t you want a nanny?” Alfred asked, stroking Bright’s hair.
“What if I get acquainted with her and she leaves just like mum” he replied, and Alfred sighed.
“How’s living with your worse enemy?” Abel asked, changing the topic.
“Don’t even ask, please” Alfred replied, and Abel laughed as a Ɓîtçh came in.
She sat on Abel’s laps immediately, and Alfred shook his head.
“You don’t ever get tired of it, do you?”
“Nah” Abel replied, kissing the revealing B-__-bs of the lady.
Alfred quickly covered Bright’s eyes
“Let me see clearly!” Bright hit his hand away.
“I tried my hardest best to drag Clinton out of his house, but he’s as stubborn as usual” Abel said.
“I’m storming his place tommorow, and I’m ki||ing him, that bastard” Alfred replied, and Abel laughed.
“So what type of lady do you want tonight?” He asked.
“Big @zz, small B-__-bs with pointed Ɲīpplës” Alfred replied, covering Bright’s ears.
“I want to hear it too!” Bright hit his hand away.
“Should I send her to the estate?” Abel asked.
“Of course” Alfred replied, and Bright’s eyes widened when a lady appeared on the TV in the lounge.
“Mum!” He gasped.
She’s so beautiful, walking on a red carpet into an event.
Abel faced the TV, and immediately he saw her, his countenance changed.
“Welcome Hazel Keys everyone!” A voice boomed as Hazel made the entry.
Hazel Keys is a popular singer, Abel’s wife who left him immediately Bright turned four two years ago, just to chase her music career.
Hazel was still making her entry on the TV when Abel stood.
“Need to use the restroom” he said and left.
“Dad is sad again” Bright said sadly, and Alfred stroked his hair.
“He’ll come around”
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Kristen felt bored after sleeping all day in her room, so she decided to start cleaning the house till Rita and Alfred will be back.
She stood from the bed and was about to leave the room when she looked at what she’s wearing.
“Can’t clean in this” she muttered and came back.
She took off the trousers and blouse, then she changed into a long blouse which stopped at the middle of her thighs.
She h@ťěs working with bra, so she took off her bra and exhaled.
“Freedom!”
She left the room and started cleaning from the wide corridors down the stairs.
She got to the sparkling living room and despite the fact that it’s clean, she cleaned again.
Within thirty minutes, she was done, so she went upstairs.
She entered the first room, Rita’s room, and her eyes widened madly.
It’s just as big as Alfred’s, and even her dressing table is full of treasures.
She saw a golden bracelet on the bed and quickly took it, then she began cleaning.
While at it, she saw stains of Com on the bedsheets.
“I should wash this later” she muttered, putting finishing touches to the cleaning before leaving the room, then she entered Alfred’s room.
She only arranged his dressing table before opening the second adjoining room, leading to the bathroom
“Oh my!” She gasped at the bigness.
How can a bathroom be bigger than the whole gambling house???
She stepped in slowly, looking around with wide eyes and mouth.
Everything in the bathroom were surely imported, from paradise? Cos she hasn’t seen any before even in movies.
The bathroom is already blinding white, nothing to clean, so she made to leave, but her eyes caught something on the wall, like a button.
She curiously went there and pressed it. Water from above poured directly on her immediately.
“Geez!” She gasped, putting it off.
“The faucet is a button?, How strange” she muttered, looking at her wet blouse.
It got gummed on her body already, bringing out the real shape of her hips and all, but most importantly, her B-__-bs.
Her n**ples pointed out through the sticky blouse, and she hissed immediately she saw that.
The door opened that instant, and her eyes widened as Alfred came in.
He stopped on his tracks immediately he saw her that way, and her eyes widened more.
“Mr Jenkins I’m… sorry I didn’t mean to… Trespass or … Pry… But…. shower…. Button…. And…. Water…. It’s…
She started saying gibberish, but all wasn’t even entering Alfred’s ears.
All he’s seeing right now are her seductively erect Ɲīpplës, pointing at him through the gummy blouse.
She’s only wearing P@ŋtîēṣ under the blouse, so it gave out her flat tummy.
Even her B-__-bs are transparent, showing off the roundness as it stood proudly on her chest, then her wet legs and exposing P@ŋtîēṣ line on her waist.
Kristen swallowed hard as Alfred continued staring senselessly, and his eyes fell back on her n**ples.
His body heated up, reaching his Ďïčk
“Mr… Jenkins?” Kristen muttered.
“f-__-k” he muttered and started walking to her.
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TB Continued…