Pleasuring the Maid novel Chapter 11

***Ava's Pov***

Renata and her husband Reynard had arrived moments earlier looking as good as always. I had yet to know exactly what type of business they conducted. All I knew is that they made a lot of money from it.

We were currently on the dining room when Renata received a phone call. We all watched with concern as she conversed with whoever was on the calling end. Her face changed instantly, her eyes began to water just as her husband took the phone from her.

When he had talked to the other person too, his mood had darkened. I knew that something was very wrong.

'We have to leave now. ' Renata whispered in a broken voice.

'I know honey. ' Reynard answered, taking her right hand into his, offering her some kind of comfort.

After silently witnessing the exchange between his parents, Bryson finally spoke.

"But you just got back mum". Bryson complained.

"Yes honey, but we have to go, this is urgent. Trust me when I tell you that we really have to go. We'll be back as soon as we can." Bry's mum tried explaining to him, with her husband besides her, nodding as she talked.

I couldn't help but feel bad for the boys. Even though they didn't show it, I knew they wished they could spend more time with their parents.

"It's okay mum, dad you can go. We understand." This time it was Ray who talked, equally saddened by his parents departure.

"Okay boys, we'll get someone to drive us to the airport. You go rest up." Mr Romans was eager to get out. Whatever that call was all about it didn't seem like it was any good.

Looking at Mrs Romans now I noticed how pale she was getting, she was very uncomfortable and her eyes were becoming glossier by the minute.

That call must have been about something real bad I thought.

"Ava sweetie, can I have a word with you outside please?"

"Yes Madam"

"None of that Ava, you know that I see you as one of my children right? ' She questioned hopefully.

'In fact you are just like the daughter I never had." She added.

She tugged me by my hand to the front porch. "Ava, I've told you countless times to call me mum. It's a lot to ask, but I want you to, please. Please honey, can you do that?"

I was shocked, yes she had wanted me to call her mum ever since I started working for them. But it always felt like I'd be replacing my mum.

But hearing the desperation in her voice I figured she was genuine.

She really wanted me to call her mum and I was going to try call her that.

She had done a lot for me, and I thought that I could repay her by just giving her the joy of having a daughter. She deserved it, she really did.

"Okay, mum." I said it in a small voice, a smile etching on my face. I thought she hadn't heard me but when she broke into sobs, I knew she heard me.

She hugged me tightly, saying thank you repeatedly. I just stood there, feeling that for once someone wanted me to be family.

And so I hugged her back, welcoming the warmth that I once felt with my late mother.

There was this bond I kind of felt between Renata and I. Like it was meant to be. It scared me a lot but I wasn't going to let it stop me from enjoying the comfort I felt.

"We really need to go Renata. You know what is at stake here please." Reynard urged impatiently.

"One more minute, Reynard. One more minute." He just nodded, telling me that we'd talk when they came back.

When we finally stopped hugging, she called her boys over. Hugging them too, telling them to make sure I was comfortable and safe.

I didn't understand why she was suddenly behaving this way, but I loved it. I was happy and I prayed that whatever that call was all about wouldn't break her.

Once they said their goodbyes, they walked to the already awaiting SUV. Before Reynard got in, he turned around, looked at me and uttered words I never expected to hear him say.

"Ava, call me dad too." and with that they left.

What just happened, what was going on? Something was not right at all. They had never shown such emotions before, yes they were good to me. But this, this was an entirely different thing.

"Let's go in, we can eat something and watch a movie maybe." Bry suggested.

"I totally agree, Ava, you up for it?" Ray agreed.

"You really want to watch a movie with me?" I was kind of confused, especially cause it's Bryson who suggested it.

"Yes Ava, I'm not always a monster, now come on before I change my mind." He cleared my doubts.

I ignored the small voice in the back of my head telling me to stop. My eyes flicked back and forth between his eyes and his lips.

"I fucking want to kiss you right now." He rasped.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to say anything sensible. He slowly took my hands, placed them around his neck, making me tiptoe in the process. He tilted his head, and his lips met mine.

I gave in to the kiss, loving how his lips felt against mine. This was slow and sweet, he was gentle taking his time.

Our lips moulded together, moving as one. They fit like a complete puzzle. His hands on my ass, he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his torso.

He then licked my lower lip, asking for entrance. I could feel his growing bulge under my ass, prompting me to grind on it. He thrust his hips upwards on reflex, grinding onto my aroused crotch.

His hands on my ass directed my movements, making me move my front in an up and down movement. The pleasure I felt when our fronts met made me throw my head back in a silent moan.

'Fucking hell! ' Bry groaned, grinding his teeth together. Just as he was about to put me on the couch, the door bell rang.

"ding dong" the bell chimed making Bryson groan in annoyance.

What a kill joy

The delivery man was here, way to stop such an amazing moment.

He put me down, went to take the pizza, put it on the coffee table then walked to me.

I hadn't moved an inch, I was pretty confused and disappointed in myself.

Looking at his dishevelled hair and slightly swollen lips, I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't stopped that kiss. But then the tingle between my legs said it all.

He was now standing so close to me like before, our profiles almost touching. But I knew I couldn't let him kiss me again, not when Ray was upstairs probably wondering what was taking us long to go up.

If he so much moved an inch closer to me, I would jump him. The self constrain Ray talked about earlier was happening to me.

So I stepped back, picked the pizza and went upstairs without a word, leaving a disappointed Bryson in the living room.

But halfway the staircase I heard him mutter words that almost made me lose my footing

"I fucking have to make things right with that angel."