Pleasuring the Maid

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 All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

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.

'It's nothing, uum..what would you like to eat?' I didn't want to talk about it. How was I supposed to tell

him that he was the reason for my teary eyes?

Finally lifting my eyes to look at him, I immediately noticed how dishevelled his hair looked.

That after sex hair, oh my goddess. A gasp pushed it's way past my lips. Thinking about it was

different, but now confirming it was way worse.

Ray's Pov

'You need to sit down Ava.' She was visibly shaking, her legs did so little to support her weight.

I helped her to the couch in the living room, despite her attempts to push my hands off her body.

'Is it that kiss between Bryson and Ariel?' Her eyes snapped back to mine and boy they were full of

rage.

'What about you huh? where did you spend the night?' She stopped suddenly, her eyes widening in the

process as if she had suddenly uncovered something.

'Of course, at Bry's room with lemme guess, Ariel?' Oh my god, this is why she was like this.

'Or was it Mercy and her bff?' She continued questioning me, tears now freely flowing.

She really was hurt and it was fucking hurting me too. Those tears were ripping my heart apart.

I couldn't let her think that way, no this had to stop and it needed to stop right now.

'Bryson, get your ass down here right now.' I hollered at Bryson, not even caring how stupid I sounded.

We had to tell Ava the truth, I didn't want her to continue hurting because of something we didn't do

with the girls.

But how would she take the news? She would either accept us or hate us. We knew what we were

doing with my brother wasn't right.

Incest was frowned upon, no one really knew about our relationship. We had kept it a secret for long,

not wanting to disappoint our parents.

I prayed Ava would understand. I hoped that she would accept us. Those were my wishes though, I

didn't know what her reaction would be.

I refused to think about what I'd do if she ended up rejecting us. I would deal with it later, for now I

wanted to just give her closure.

'I think Bry didn't hear me calling him , I'll go to his room.' I told Ava, wanting to get Bry down here and

end this as soon as possible.

She gave me a nod, hiccuping in the process. Her pain was my pain, she would soon realise that my

feelings for her were real and so was Bryson's.

'Didn't you hear me shout your name?' I questioned Bry, shutting the door behind me.

'I did, I'm just lazy to wake up.' he answered nonchalantly.

'Remember what we talked about last night? He nodded.

'It's time Bry, Ava is hurting and it's hurting me more. We are going down there right now and we are

going to talk to her.

I don't care how lazy or hung overed you are, you will tell her everything.

I know it's hard for you but it has been years since it happened. Don't let it stop you from being happy,

you'll be letting her win.

You can't let her win Bry because you might loose the one chance you have of ever being happy.

Ava is a kind hearted girl, she has let you touch her even after being completely monstrous to her.

She has been patient with you, please Bry don hurt her no more.

Make this right Bry, it's like I'm caught up in between you two. It's hard for me too because I want her

and at the same time I want to be with you too.

I can't do this anymore, not when she's down there bawling her eyes out because of us.

She even thinks we fucked the girls last night when it was just you and me.' By the time I was done Bry

had already put on some shorts.

He had this determined look on his face, he felt bad for hurting her. He felt bad for making things

difficult for me too.

He was a good person, that heartless lady turned him to what he is now.

'Let's get over with it.' He stated with a lot of determination. He was ready for this, and I was happy for

him.

We made our way down stairs to the living room. Ava was still where I left her.

She was staring at the carpeted floor, she was far gone in her thoughts. I turned to look at Bry who was

slightly behind me.

His expression was that of a pained person. He didn't like seeing her this way.

He might have pretended to like it when he insulted or teased her but I knew better.

It hurt him every single time. It's like he wanted the pain, he did it for himself.

Twisted I know, but he took his frustrations on Ava, knowing so well it would hurt him whenever he

made her cry.

'Ava...' He wasn't looking at her, he avoided eye contact whenever he was ashamed of himself.

She looked at him waiting to hear what he had to say to her. I squeezed his hand with mine, telling him

that it was going to be okay.

He nodded at me, opened his mouth to speak. I never knew he was going to just blurt it out, no filter, no

beating around.

What followed after his words was Ava putting her right hand on her already wide open mouth.

'I'm in a sexual relationship with my brother and my previous nanny raped me on my 12th birthday.'

'He's not your brother. ' She boldly stated.

'What are you even talking about? ' We both asked uniformly, both of us wondering whether she had

suddenly gone mad.

'I saw your adoption certificates.' My knees gave out.