“Oh my goodness Hera, did you hear the fight last night?” Nina started and I could hear the smile in her voice. I was in the kitchen trying to chop some onions for the food I was about to cook when Nina appeared out of nowhere and settled in one of the tall stools by the kitchen island. “Is it me or do you sound happy about it?” I asked without taking my eyes off what I was doing. “Of course not. I mean I’m happy that Amelia decided to leave the house but those words she said to Dylan were…” she sighed. “I feel bad for Dylan. Poor man, you should have seen the look on his face this morning.” I couldn’t see the look on his face because I tried my best to avoid looking up at him all morning. But from the little I saw last, I do not think Dylan was sad by his wife’s absence. “To think it’s the first time he had to go to church without Amelia. What an evil bitch she is. If only I could swap souls with her and have Dylan as mine. I would treat him like the king that he is and never take

Luckily for us, for me it wasn’t Amelia like I had thought, it was Nina. I had forgotten that Nina left the house earlier which was why my mind went to Amelia, the only person that wasn’t home, when I heard the door open. I pushed Dylan off me like his close proximity burned my skin. I had ousted him so hard that he would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t braced himself. I covered my mouth with my hand, shocked by what I’d done. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—it’s just Nina is home and we could let her see us in this um compromising position and—are you okay? Did you get hurt?” I asked, closing the distance between us to check if he didn’t get hurt. “No, I didn’t get hurt. I would have never been able to tell that you have that amount of strength in you.” I blinked rapidly, subtly breaking eye contact. I stepped away from him and opened my mouth to apologize again when Nina’s voice interrupted me. “I’m back, sir.” She said and I quickly walked back to the sink to continue wit

“Honey, You’re back.” Amelia said with a sickly smile on her face. She pulled her wrist out of his hold and turned to face him, placing a firm kiss on his lips. I couldn’t help but notice how stiff and unresponsive Dylan was. “How was work? You’re early today.” Her hands trailed down his chest. “What was happening here just before I arrived? Amelia what were you doing to Hera?.” He said in a tight voice. His face was set in a grim expression, he looked angry. It was quite weird seeing anger in Dylan as it was an emotion I’d never seen in him. Yes, I’d seen him upset about certain situations but not once before that moment had I seen him angry. “Um n-nothing, babe. You must be hungry, come with me I’ll fix your lunch for you.” She said as she tried to drag him away with her but he didn’t move. His feet were rooted to the spot. “Answer my question, Amelia!” He spat in a dangerously low voice that brought chills into my bones. I didn’t think I could ever find Dylan scary but I did at

The kiss started slow, sweet, and sensual. His hands were cupping my face, bringing us even closer and unlike the last time, my hands didn’t lay limp by my side, I placed them flat on his chest, feeling his hard muscles and abs. I could feel his heartbeat, it was just pounding as hard as mine was. One hand moved down my waist as he navigated the way to his room.His other hand left my face for my waist. As he deepened the kiss, the urge for more consumed. I didn’t want his hands on my waist but rather somewhere more intimate. A sudden confidence consumed me and I found myself moving his hands from my waist down to my ass. I was a curvy girl and the maid uniform Amelia made us wear did nothing to conceal that. The deep sound that erupted from the back of Dylan’s throat told me that he was more than happy to have his hands on my ass. He didn't waste any time squeezing them firmly in a way that send delicious waves of want down my spine. I suddenly found myself wanting more, much more.

A fit of nausea jolted me awake. I ran to the bathroom, lowering myself down to the toilet seat to puke out my guts. I retched till the remnant of the dinner I had the night before was down the toilet, till all I could puke out was bile. I sat down on the floor, leaning against the cold tile when the urge to puke was gone. It was the third time that week I’d had to throw up so early in the morning all of a sudden. I’d at a moment thought it was just a bug but as it persisted I started to get worried. I got up from the bathroom floor and washed my face with cold water before brushing my teeth to get rid of the foul taste of my regurgitated dinner. Walking back to my room, I glanced at the small alarm clock on my bedside table, it was just past three am, three hours earlier than the time I have to get up to start doing my chores. I could no longer, my throat felt dry from all the rest hung I had to do. I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water. The kitchen was d