Malicious

?✨ Nashville, Tennessee Maeve •Prologue• 『★』『★』『★』 THE very first time I laid my eyes on her. I knew it was over for me. She consumed me so much, she changed how I thought, how I felt. She knew me. She knew what I liked, what I disliked. She understood what everything met for us. And I let her take me, I let her consume me. I knew what we were doing was wrong but I still let her touch me because I wanted her, I longed for her touch. I needed to feel her. At first, I couldn't believe myself. Her wife and I were close, her wife was beautiful and everything I was not. I was just the help. But when she came onto me, I knew it was over. I knew that I would do absolutely anything for this woman. My taken, Rude, boss. Because I loved her. Because I love her. 『★』『★』『★』 AUTHORS NOTE THIS STORY CONTAINS: MATURE CONTENT BULLYING DARK ROMANCE SLOW BURN 『You will dislike Xandria, because she's rude, mean and doesn't like Maeve. Or so we think. There's this thing called character development so do not worry. This story is a slow burn, which means s*x will come later, there will be tension I promise. But this story will tease the hell out of you. This is not mafia either. And also, you will love the wife, I'm sorry but it's true. She's sweet and the only one who can get through to Xandria. Anyways, enjoy this story! 』 A E S T H E T I C MAEVE PALMER -19 -Lesbian -Been a maid to Sorinah for two years now -Shy, but knows how to stand up for herself. -In love with her boss XANDRIA LENO -30 -Lesbian -Doesn't open up to anyone but her wife -hate lower class -stuck up her ass -Rude. without further ado, MALICIOUS ______________ Nashville, Tennessee Maeve •Maid• "Hope is a dangerous thing, for a woman like me to have." - Lana del Rey. 『★』『★』『★』 ☞ I often told myself, that no matter how hard things got. I would never stoop low. And I haven't. Well that wasn't until I turned into a maid. I made a lot of money, we all did. But I was saving up for an apartment, a car and just overall a never ending back account. I wanted to prove my mother wrong. She kicked me out of her house once she found out I was gay. She didn't want to hear it, she was a very Christian woman who believed man and woman. She wouldn't listen to me, as soon as I uttered those words. She was horrible to me, like I wasn't even her daughter anymore. She slapped me, started reading the Bible and she let preachers come to the house and try to pray the gay away. But of course it didn't work and she kicked me out. I was on the streets for a week, having men try and touch me while I was sleeping, having to move every single time. And that's where Catrina comes in. She saw me, she came to help me and offered me the maid job. There were three of us. We all took shifts, I took night shifts, while they took morning shifts so they could go and do whatever they pleased at night. So I was the only one cleaning at night and I didn't have a problem with it. Catrina took care of me, she made sure I had clothes on my back, that I was doing well. I couldn't be more thankful for her. Her wife on the other hand, I've only seen her three times in all my two years here. She's always coming in the middle of the night, or always hides away in her office. But even so, those three times I saw her, it was like I was hypnotized. She was beautiful. The first time I met her, Catrina was sitting on her lap, they were whispering things into each others ears, it didn't take long to understand what they were doing. But Catrina stopped when she knew I was around. Her wife did not even spare me a glance but I looked at her. Her brunette hair, long that reached her elbows. Her beautiful green eyes and her tall build. She was absolutely breath taking. But she didn't look at me, not when I saw her the three other times either. It was as if I didn't exist. So I tried to bury how I felt deep down, I don't even know why I felt what I felt for her. We've never talked to one another, never been in the same presence for too long. But she was attractive. Catrina was a lucky woman. They lived on the other side of the house. The maids, cooks and others all lives on the left while they lived on the right. This was a gigantic mansion, manor one might say. So that's also why I didn't see her. Catrina was also the one to check in on us, ask us if we needed anything. She was honestly amazing and I was forever in debt to her. At the moment, I was off, it wasn't my time to clean up so while I did this, I would take a shower, do school work, as I was in college and was happy to afford it. I was into art history. I was already in college when my mother kicked me out. But I had to switch online. And I was glad I had to do that, I didn't really like talking to people. I still had only one friend here and it was Catrina. Anyways, after school work, I would go downstairs and make myself food as one does. I hated that the cooks would try and do so for me but I always convinced them to let me do it. So that's what I was doing right now, cooking myself food. Today I was making a chicken sandwich. I always tried to keep myself healthy. One thing I could admit was I had a good body. I kept myself healthy, made sure to workout when I could. I would often go on runs in the backyard or swim around to help myself. Catrina was so kinda enough to make us feel as if we do actually live in this house, she didn't make us feel less. So with all my free time, I kept myself healthy and maintained the body I wanted. But I was also thick in the thighs, I had hip dips, and medium sized breasts. I loved everything about my body. I think my stretch marks were absolutely beautiful and only showed that I was human. Whenever I and my free time, I wore as my outfits and I wore them well. I would post on i********:, and so many people acknowledged my body and I think it was sweet. I often tune things out, a lot. Only because my mother was traumatizing. Even before I came out. Though she never physically hurt me, she did mentally. I was much chubbier, less happy with my body. She made me have an ED, and all I did was count calories, how much was put in and didn't eat more over 10. Now that I was away, I stopped. I told myself that it was okay, that I didn't have to feel gross without myself about it. So tuning myself out helped, ignoring the voices who insulted me, who just upset me. I felt multiple taps on my shoulder. I jumped and looked at the man who was angry. "Mrs. Leno has been calling for someone to clean up the mess in her office for so long! Go!" I shook my head. "I'm not until tonight. You're gonna have to get someone else to do so." I said, I needed my break, it was my free time and I planned on using said free time. "She's angry. I don't know where Angeline, or Kristine is. So please do it." He said. I sighed, taking my food off the stove. "Please make the rest of my food and put it on a plate." I said. He nodded, I sighed, walking to the right wing of the manor. I headed upstairs. I was going to see her again. My heart started raising in my chest, I couldn't wait to see her. It's been so long since I last saw her. And I can't help but feel excited. When I got there, I softly knocked on her office door. I heard a come in, so I did. She was looking at me. For the first time in two years. "Clean my office before I get back." She said, already standing up. "I'm not on cleaning duty until tonight, I can call one of the other maids but I don't clean until tonight." I said, She glared at me. "Did I ask you to speak? I said clean my office before I get back." I flinched just a bit at her tone. I wanted to tune her out so badly already. "I-I'm sorry but I'm not available at the moment and felt you should know." I told her, she scoffed. She looked me up and down. "What's your name?" She asked. "M-Maeve." I whispered. "Do you think I have special hearing or something? Speak up." I gulped. She was rude. But hot. She was looking at me with an angry expression on her face. One that made me want to cry. "Oh now you can't speak? Why did my wife even hire you if you can't do s**t?" She asked, scoffing. Just then Catrina came around, gasping at the sight of her wife's office. "Xandria, what did you do to your office?!" She asked, raising her voice. "And why are you yelling at this poor girl, she did nothing to you." Mrs. Leno kept her mouth shut. Catrina looked over at me and smiled. "Are you alright?" She asked, I nodded. Then she looked back at her wife. "She's on her break which means you get someone else to clean up the mess you made." She told her. "Maeve honey, go back to doing what you were doing. Don't let her get to you." She said, rubbing my arm and hugging me. I think she knew how sensitive I was, I think she could feel me shaking. "And if you could tell Angeline to get up here and clean the office, that would be kind." She softly smiled. Man I love this woman. She was such a sweet woman. I nodded. "Yes ma'am." Then I was dismissed and I made my way downstairs. A soft smile made its way to my face. She smiled at me.