DAISY JOYCE

As dawn broke, the golden rays of sunlight spilled into the kitchen, illuminating the countertops and casting a warm glow across the room. I hurriedly grabbed the ingredients I needed to bake cookies, hoping they would serve as a peace offering to Damond after our heated exchange the day before. The sweet aroma filled the air as I mixed flour, sugar, and chocolate chips, eagerly anticipating his reaction when he tasted them.

Just as I placed the last tray into the oven, I heard footfalls approaching from the sitting room. My heart raced, and I rushed to greet him. 

“Si… Danny,” I called out hesitantly. He stopped in his tracks, his expression shifting to one of annoyance. 

“Mind your words. I’m not Danny,” he replied coldly, narrowing his eyes at me.

“I’m sorry, I really am. About yesterday's incident,” I stammered, unsure how to proceed. “Please take some cookies. Trust me; you will love them; it’s my favorite recipe…”

“Oh, an incident; did you just say incident? I think you have forgotten your place. You’re here as a worker, not my wife,” he retorted, his tone dripping with condescension.

“That’s precisely why I’m apologizing to you. I understand I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I’m sincerely sorry. Furthermore, I know I shouldn’t—” I began to explain, but he cut me off abruptly.

“Hypocrite, do you think I can't replace you? Who do you think you are?” Damond snapped, swiping his hand to dismiss the cookies I had lovingly prepared.

The cookies slipped from my grip and tumbled to the floor, scattering like my shattered hopes. I had poured my time and effort into making them for him, yet here he was treating them—and me—like they were worthless. 

Breathing deeply, I gathered the broken cookies and resolved that I wouldn’t let his harsh words ruin my day. The maids in the kitchen gathered around as I offered them the treats instead. Their laughter and chatter provided a warm, comforting backdrop as I reminded myself that I was here to work, and that was my primary focus. 

I allowed my thoughts to drift as I started to contemplate my future. “I need to map out a plan for starting my business. Should I think of using him as a stepping stone? I mean, I'm not particularly skilled in business, but acting—yes, that’s what I want to do! I could leverage his connections to get my foot in the door,” I mused internally, grappling with the moral implications of using someone’s position to advance my career. “But wait, isn't that a little deceptive? I’ll figure it out when the time is right,” I reassured myself.

Lost in my thoughts, a voice broke through my reverie. “Ma, what do you think?” It was Aliya, one of the maids, who had approached with curiosity.

“Oh, nothing important,” I replied, shaking my head to clear it. “Sorry for interrupting your work, but can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” she responded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with interest.

“As you may know, I came here to work, but does Damond have anyone special in his life? Like a girlfriend or something?” I inquired; my curiosity piqued.

“Hmm, I’m not entirely sure. But I’ve heard rumors that he brings different ladies around often, and it’s said he has some interests in his company too. Though, who knows? Maybe you will change that,” Aliya speculated.

“Wow, so he has a different woman every night?” I mused, shaking my head in disbelief. “No, not like that. I mean, it must be one lady per night, right?” 

“Yes, that seems to be the case. But remember, we all come here to make a living; it’s just business for us,” she said with a knowing nod.

“From now on, we’re friends! I’d really like to have someone like you around. And don’t worry, we’re also partners in this,” I declared with a smile, hoping to forge a connection with her amidst this chaotic environment.

Just as we began to bond, my phone buzzed insistently, interrupting our conversation. The voice on the other end was sharp and authoritative. “Do you forget you are meeting my parents today?”

“Oh no! My bad! I completely lost track of time,” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I glanced at the clock. “Okay, I’ll get dressed right now!” 

“I hope it goes well,” Aliya said, her voice supportive as I hurried to gather my things. 

“Thanks! I’m sorry, but I need to go get ready for this meeting. My work has begun,” I replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as I rushed off to prepare. 

“Okay, no problem,” she answered, understanding my urgency as I dashed toward my room, determined to make a good impression.

DAMOND CHRIS

  

  I was in my office, feeling pleasure from a lady, “Lena.” I paid for her service, satisfying me; there is nothing money can’t buy. Furthermore, I paid you, and you came to me.

  

  Oh, darling, I’m just doing my job, she said, licking my sausage. Oh! Fuck, I groaned. 

  

 So you have a weak point, she said, so I squeezed my dick a little harder. It made me let out a loud groan that could just be heard by anyone passing by. “Good job,” I said to her, then I grabbed her boobs by squeezing them hard. 

“Ahh,” she moaned, then I started sucking them. Darn it, money can give good pleasure, I said to myself. I placed her butt in between my legs. I was about to entrust her when a call spoiled the great moment.

  

Who dares to call me at this hour? I glanced at the caller ID, my heart sinking as I saw the name flash across the screen. Oh, no. It’s Mom. 

“Hello, sweetheart! We’re looking forward to seeing you and your wife soon! I can’t wait to finally meet her!” Her voice was filled with excitement.

“Alright, ma’am, we’re on our way,” I replied, ending the call. I can’t go out like this. Even though I can’t see my reflection, I know I must look disheveled; I really need to tidy myself up.

“Listen, we can’t continue what we were doing,” I said, trying to gather my thoughts.

“But we haven’t even begun!” protested Lena, glancing at me with a mix of confusion and disappointment. 

“Can’t you see that we’re done here? Please head over to the receptionist and drop off your bank details. Your payment will be transferred right away.” 

I offered a reassuring nod, hoping to ease the tension, “I’ll call you later.”

  

  Sincerely, I wasn’t done because I had not gotten to the climax, and my sausage was erecting, so I went to my office bathroom room to take a quick shower to ease everything going on with me. After dressing, I made a call to Daisy to get dressed to meet my parents. I'm on my way to pick her up. I said to her, Moore, get the car. “Yes sir”.