The Housekeeper

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Chapter one

Trevor's P. O. V

"That was so amazing!" she rolls her eyes as she places her hand on my chest.

"I am the best in the game," I smirk before removing her hand from my chest.

"You showed me how real men do it. I would like you to show me again."

I chuckle as I get off the bed.

"I don't do that," I state before heading towards the ensuite, hoping that she gets the message.

"You don't do what? Please satisfy me, baby." she says as she stands behind me. Shivers run through my body at the contact. The nerve of this woman!

"Move backwards," I say through clenched teeth.

"Did I do something wrong?" she questions.

"This was a no strings attached thing, okay?" I state, lifting my left eyebrow.

"What?" she places her hand on my arm. 

She's too clingy for my liking. Is she slow as well? 

"Don't touch me," I stare looking into her eyes. She removes her hand after hesitating for a minute. "Good, now where we? Oh yes, that was the agreement. It was just for the night." 

"I'm not a prostitute." 

"I never said you were,"  

"You can't just have s*x with me then tell me this," she says. 

"Is it money that you want because I have lots of it," I state. 

"I'm not someone you can just use!" she exclaims. 

"Well?" I shrug. 

"You can't just discard me like a chewed gum with no taste, I refuse!" 

Seems like she wants more money. Or did she get attached? She better had not, for her sake. 

"I want you out of my house by the end of today." 

"Wha-What? What about my job?" she stutters. 

You guessed correctly. I'm her employer. But she is of no use to me now. I hate girls who don't know their worth... I can't stand them for some reason. 

"Your new employer will contact you by the end of today." I state.

"You... You heartless b***h!" she exclaims. 

I chuckle. She definitely caught feelings.

"Get out of my room and house. I don't want to see when I go down," I say before closing the ensuite door on her face. 

"You will pay for this!" she yells. 

"Stop pitying yourself and just tell me how much you want. Write down the amount down and leave the paper on top of the dining table." I say, calmly. 

I really got no time for this. 

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"Brother?" 

"Kitchen!" 

That must be my brother from another mother, Junior. I grew up with him. And I can confidently say that I have a brother in him. He is not one those friends who become your friends because of your status and connections. I come a long way with this man right here.

"Where's Priscilla?" he questions. 

"Who's Priscilla?" I question in confusion. 

"Your housekeeper, duh." he says before rolling his eyes. 

"Kicked her out," I shrug. 

"What? Are you mad!? Oh wait... Oh no, you didn't." his eyes are now wide. He is impatiently waiting for me to reply. 

"I did and girl is clingy! s**t!" I shiver as I think of how she touched me. 

"You need to change your ways," he says before pouring some juice for us. 

"It's not my fault that they can't control themselves." I say 

"You messed up, Bro." Junior says with a sigh.