Page 11 of Maid Fohr Love
“My mom would have a fit if she ever knew of me using a dishwasher. They’re forbidden,” she tried explaining. There wasn’t a need.
Without a word, I nodded and removed the plates from the dishwasher. Their new home was the sink that I slowly placed them in before making my way out of the kitchen. I needed to clear my head,first. Secondly, I needed to do something about the rigidness creeping down my leg as my dick stretched to its full potential, or as much as it could with the restrictions of the threads that I wore.
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I hated it here,already. Hated the way that he looked at me, anticipating the second that I spoke. Hated the way that he looked at me when he thought I didn’t notice. I always noticed.
Hated the way that the daggers he stared into me pierced my chest and weighed on my heart. Hated the way he paidclose attention. Hated the fact that I knew what damage he was capable of.
What damage all men were capable of.
Hated that I’d even showed up to his door after the whooping his presence had placed on my spirit when he showed up to my home unannounced and unwelcomed.
Every fiber in my being advised me against the decision, but curiosity and selflessness led me straight to his doorstep. I wanted to claw my eyes out as I stood at the sink cleaning the dishes we’d used for our meal and the ones I’d used to prepare it.
With each alluding second, I felt as if I was being pulled deeper into the hole I’d created for myself. It was hot, muggy, and uncomfortable, causing me to tug at the fabric that clung to my skin.
Hopefully, it’ll only be a week or two. Tops. I reasoned, though my gut was telling me otherwise.
I busied myself with cleaning the kitchen before venturing through the lovely home with the highest vaulted ceilings of all of my clients. Rather than call out to Fohr for his help, I’d prefer to walk around until my ankles numbed in order to find the room he’d sat my belongings in.
The journey began and didn’t end until I’d peeped into six rooms. I held my breath as I approached the seventh, praying it wasn’t the one he’d chosen to unload my luggage into. My suspicions were correct, causing me to cringe and chastise him underneath my breath.
Without hesitation, I began dragging them down the hall in an attempt to put as much distance as I could between the bedroom and I. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why he’d even assume that’s where I wanted to be.
Besides, it was the master suite. Where the magic seemed to happen and a place I wanted no parts of. I’d cleanedevery crevice in the room and was never too satisfied with my discoveries as I did so.
“Ugh,” a scoff fell from my lips as I plopped the third suitcase on the bed.
There were many more to go, but I needed this one in particular – along with the backpack that I’d brought with it.
Cellphones.
Intrusive and obnoxious. Hadn’t it been for emergencies while away from home, I wouldn’t have one. However, I was grateful for the iPhone that I pulled from the front pocket of my backpack for once. It was forbidden in my home, and substituted for a landline that I preferred. Unfortunately, I wasn’t home, and my landline wasn’t an option.
Hesitation wasn’t an issue as I unlocked my cell and accessed my recent calls. The most common name on my list appeared more times than any of the others. Ko. It was practically the only number on the list in addition to the other three that appeared almost just as much.
They belonged to women I loved as well. Women whom held near equal pieces to my heart. Ko, however, held the bigger piece. She was the youngest of us, six, girls. She was a huge part of my itty bitty world.
“Kit,” Ko yawned, immediately displaying signs of sleep in the form of puffy eyes, swollen lips, corner crust, and a bonnet.
As if I was staring at a mirror, I marveled over her unique skin tone and features that resembled my own. Ko was beautiful. We all were. One would think our father had created us alone and spit us from his sack himself.
My mother’s figure was all we possessed. Each and every one of us. Our curves were homegrown, aided by bread, rice, beans, potatoes, and anything else my mother was able to get her hands on to keep us fed properly.
“I see you’re still sleeping, which means you probably didn’t get the text I sent this morning. Call me when you’re up, babe.” I smiled, attempting to suppress the scream that was suppressed in my throat.
“No you won’t. I’m up now.” She sighed, sitting up and against her headboard. “What did you decide?”
After Fohr left my home in the wee hours, Ko was the one to call. For over an hour, we weighed the pros and cons of the offer that had been made. Once Ko heard how much money he’d transferred to my account, she suggested I take the job.
She was all for company. While I was one that loved being alone, she welcomed people into her space freely. Not at an alarming rate, but enough to consider her an extrovert. I wasn’t blessed with those skills. Less was best for me.
In addition to the payment, Ko encouraged me to dust the cobwebs from my vagina and participate in a little fun for once. Though the subject continued to rise several times over the duration of our phone call in a joking manner, I knew that she meant every word.
Of course, I wasn’t interested, and we both knew it. As a woman who’d experienced the pain of heartbreak, I was unable to shake the public humiliation his ex-girlfriend suffered during theirs.
“I’m here,” I informed her with a sigh of my own as I slid back onto the bed and rested a hand inside of my curls.
