Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 55

Her heart summersaulted as she gazed at the register hanging on the wall. Bed dressing. This was it. This was it!

She balled her fist. Her way of keeping her excitement in check. She went through her morning routinely hastily, making sure she had her bath quickly before the others came streaming in. Thank Heavens she had awoken before the usual time. It was five minutes to seven. The Master always got up half past six, meaning that he must have showered and had gone to the balcony to have his tea. This would give her the opportunity to...scout.

She hurried through her breakfast of pita bread, and picked up her tools. In forty steps, she arrived at The master's bedroom. A short knock was what she have before saying in her rehearsed honeyed voice, "Housekeeping, sir."

No response came, which made her smile. She opened the door and as she stepped in, was immediately hit by the scent of cologne. His masculine scent. That which dismantled her, breaking down her walls and leaving her hopelessly in love. She took it all in, right in the verge of groaning in pleasure. But she stopped. She stopped because she wasn't that slave girl, who couldn't get a grip on herself. She wasn't the whore who moaned at any slight provocation. No, she was noble, and was here to bring The Master back to his senses. To let him realise the danger he put himself in by f*****g just anyone he felt attracted to. She was his redeemer, and her work had begun.

Slowly, her eyes opened. Time for business. She took out the bedsheets and pillow cases, and was accosted by yet another puff of scent. Gawd! Gawdfreakingdamn! She couldn't help but wrap the sheers around her, letting her mind wander off.

Last fall, when she'd been employed, she had been prepared for a boring life. One that was centered on cleaning. Just that; nothing else. But everything changed the day she met The Master. He was drop dead...drop f*****g dead sexy. She remembered not being able to stop staring. Totally shocked, she had been. Right there and then she wanted him. Wanted to be the one whom he shared his bed with. Wanted to have him inside of her. And now, several months later, she sustained those feelings. Setting the sheets aside, she put on new ones. And in no time, was done with the bed. The next thing to do was clean the rug. And so, she powered the vacuum cleaner, driving it across the rug.

The door swing open, catching her off guard. On sighting the person, she genuflected.

"Good morning, sir."

He didn't respond, didn't even stop one bit as his gaze happened on her. Instead, he headed straight to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Even in his bathrobe he looked like a prince.

She shut her eyes; a little frown appeared on her face. The thought. That f*****g thought had come to her. Her heartbeat skyrocketed to the high heavens as she considered the idea her lovely brain had brought to the table. F**k, that was risky. Terribly risky. Should she get caught, only Heaven knew what her fate would be. Still, she was willing to risk it. She wasn't going to think straight and carry on with the day's activities if she didn't go on with that thought. And so, she tiptoed to the door, crouched down and peered at the hole in the door handle.

She couldn't see him. Couldn't catch him. But she didn't leave. She crouched still, ignoring the ache around her thighs. And then her patience paid off. The Master's figure came into view, moving across to the other end of the room. He'd let go of the bathrobe, but still had on his briefs.

Her heart leapt, going in tandem with the drying of her tongue.

However, his figure disappeared almost immediately. She remained, wishing that he would show up again. Soon, the shower began to sound, and she gave up. But as she turned around, there was a smile on her face. She'd seen this part of The Master that no other maid had seen. His beefy posterior and the bulge of his d**k against his underwear.

She went back for the vacuum and began resumed her work, all the while relishing the image she'd managed to pick.

Soon, she was done, and started packing up. Ready to leave. Just then, the door squeaked open. The Master with his scent again.

She gulped, pinching herself at the elbow

She couldn't afford to make a scene

Gawd. She couldn't afford to blow this up.

She hastened up and began getting toward the door, and there came a jab in her core just as she reached the door. The master hadn't spared her a glance. He had carried on with his business as if she wasn't there at all. She bit back the sob and opened the door

It was getting frustrating. The Master wasn't coming around. There wasn't any change. NONE.

That f*****g bitch that called herself a sorceress. By the way, what a dumb name was that. She couldn't believe it had taken her this long to realise that.

She couldn't take it anymore. For fucksake, this was June already. June and nothing had changed, even for the worse at least.

She sighed. No. She couldn't take this. She had paid her last dime to procure that portion. And damn, she was never gonna let her money waste away in that manner.

No f*****g way!