Pleasuring the Maid novel Chapter 18

***Ava***

I had been standing in front of the  round wall mirror in the bathroom for close to 10 minutes now.

My body refused to move, my eyes were glued on my pathetic reflection.

I looked hideous with my cheeks decorated by dried streams of tears .

The set of eyes that were staring back at me looked nothing like mine. Puffy and red obviously from the work they had been subjected to.

Flashy memories of what had happened the previous night were proving it difficult for me to get my emotions in check.

My mind refused to forget that exact moment he had his lips locked to Ariel's.

The way he had looked at me before he leaned down to kiss her. He wanted me to watch, he did it intentionally.

It's not the kiss that hurt me the most, it's the sadistic motive behind it. Had what we had done before mean nothing to him?

Time and time again Bryson made sure to remind me of how pathetic I was. He made it clear through his insulting words.

But this time he didn't have to put it in speech, no, his actions showed it all. That smile he had sent my way after that kiss, it was purely sadistic.

He'd never want me, to him I would always be a damn house help. And even though Ray kept on telling me he would eventually come around, I just didn't want to continue hurting.

His rejection made me think about my family. They had rejected me, my grand parents, my cousins and my aunt.

My uncle had given me the house I lived in after mum passed. That was pretty helpful but other than that, he never called, he never checked up on me. But that was okay, he was different and I liked him a bit.

Aunt Eve on the other hand hadn't shared any pictures of her exploring the world like she always did for days. It was a bit odd, she wouldn't go a day without sending photos of her adventurous self.

And even if she never really asked how I was doing, I still appreciated that little communication between us.

It was better than silence, better than the visible rejection my grandparents showed me.

I thought grandparents were supposed to be loving. So why didn't they care about me? They had made it clear the day my mum passed away  that they didn't want anything to do with me.

How do you deal with your only parent's death, alongside clear rejection from the people that are supposed to be there for you?

I was envious of the two men suddenly because their parents loved them despite being adopted. I'm guessing it's the reason why they never even suspected anything.

The man who was supposed to be my father had rejected me even before I was born. Had he known that I would grow to become a pathetic woman?

Now Bryson was confirming the same thing that my family had shown over the last one year.

The same thing he had made sure I was well aware off since I started working for them.

"Pathetic"

The eight letter word that defined my life.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and all I could see was a broken girl.

A girl that wanted nothing but to be loved. A girl that wanted her family to care for her. A girl that wished to just get lucky in love.

I felt the familiar stinging sensation in my eyes. Before I knew it, my tear ducts were transporting the salty liquid. Spilling it on my already stained cheeks.

I didn't want to cry again, but I couldn't control it.

The way he had waved at me, leaned down and kissed her and then smiled at me.

I didn't even bother to wipe off the tears. I didn't feel like it, they showed how miserable I was.

My legs were beginning to give out, I was suddenly feeling emotionally drained.

The emotional turmoil I was going through plus hunger was beginning to weaken my body. And even so, I didn't feel like eating anything.

But then I had work to do, I reminded myself that I had to get busy. It's the only way I could stop thinking about my problems.

So mastering enough energy, I stripped myself bare, got in the shower to get ready for the day.

I had work to do and I'd be damned if I let Bryson or his parents secrets affect my job.

I had finished cleaning around 9.am. I had already cleaned all the rooms and except Bryson's room.

I had also done laundry except Bryson's. I just wanted to finish my work for the day and take a walk.

I knew the boys would sleep in today, after all they had been partying the previous night.

Earlier when I was cleaning Ray's room I noticed the bed hadn't been slept on.

Did he go to one of the girl's place? No no no no, no he wouldn't do that to me.

But why wouldn't he, I wasn't his girlfriend. We hadn't even talked about whatever was going on between us.

Oh goddess I was so naive. It wasn't like he would stop seeing other girls just because we had gotten each other off a few times.

The familiar burn in my eyes. No, I wouldn't cry again. What had I gotten myself into.

Had Bry slept with Ariel in his room? Of course that's why the room was locked. So that means I was right, Ray had also slept at one of the girl's place.

I fucking cried myself to sleep when the two brothers probably spend the night enjoying themselves.

The thought of anyone else giving them pleasure other than me was like adding salt on my wounds.

'Ava why are you crying?' I didn't hear Ray come in. I hadn't even realised I was crying until he asked that.