LISA'S POV
After I left the dinning table, I hurried down the hallway.
I adjusted my dress and my hair, trying to look as presentable as possible. I didn't want to be seen in a disheveled state by any maid or servant.
Suddenly, I felt a hand pull me into a corner. It was Mary.
"Mary." I yelped as I saw her.
She had a serious look on her face. And a glare that frightened me.
"I can't believe it Lisa, you're fcking Mr Jackson." She yelled.
Sh!t.
I hung my head low and tried to avert my gaze. I was embarrassed.
I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't say anything. There was no way I could deny it.
My screams and moans echoed in the room. It was clear as day that Mr Jackson and I were having s£x.
The entire mansion probably heard us.
Everyone had witnessed our encounter.
I felt a rush of shame wash over me.
"Mary…I…it's not what you think." I stammered.
"It's not what I think." Mary scoffed. "I heard you, Lisa. We all heard your screams and moans through the walls. You had s£x with the boss of the house. How can you say it's not what I think?"
"Are you crazy, Lisa?" Mary asked.
"Are you out of your fcking mind? You're fcking the boss, Mr Jackson. Was that your plan when you came to this mansion?" She asked.
"Have you no shame? He's your boss." She repeated.
"Mary. I promise you. It's complicated. It's …Mr Jackson and I. We…" I tried to speak but Mary interrupted me.
"What do you want to say? Do you want to say 'you and Mr Jackson are in a love'. Is that what you're trying to say, Lisa. Because that's impossible. You are just a cheap w-hore. A s-lut. You're nothing more than a s-lutty maid. There's no way Mr Jackson would fall for someone like you. He wouldn't waste his time with a woman like you. Don't even think about it." She spat and started walking away. Her words stung me.
"Don't you dare think you're special, Lisa. You're not." Mary continued. "Mr Jackson is a man with high standards. He wouldn't waste his time on a girl like you. He will get bored with you and throw you away, like trash. Like a used tissue. Remember that."
I followed after her.
"That's a little harsh Mary, don't you think?" I said. "You don't even want to give me the chance to explain myself?"
"Oh. So you can explain it? Fine. Explain yourself, Lisa. Tell me. What is going on between you and Mr Jackson?" Mary said.
"I'm sure that's why you came to the mansion. You came here to seduce Mr Jackson. This was your plan all along. You knew that he was rich. Tell me, that's why you entered his private room on the first day. That's why you kissed him. All this time, it was all an act, wasn't it? You pretended to be the sweet, innocent little girl whose mother is sick, but in reality, you are a scheming, evil s-lut who just wants to take advantage of Mr Jackson. You disgust me." She shouted at me.
"No... Mary. It's not true." I cried.
"You don't understand. It isn't just about s£x. We're not just fcking. He and I...we… we have a bond. He understands me. And I understand him." I told her.
"Oh really? So, you're in a relationship now?" Mary asked, with her arms folded. "Tell me how long have you been sleeping with Mr Jackson. You've been pretending to be a good little maid when all this time you've been sleeping with him."
"No…I mean. This was the first time we've had s£x. He has kissed me before in his office. And he also told me he didn't want to see me with anyone else and that he couldn't control himself anymore. That's why he fcked me." I said.
"Oh, Lisa." Mary shook her head.
"You are stupid. You're fcking delusional. Did you hear yourself. He only wanted a fck. A s-lutty maid. Nothing more." Mary said. She walked into the kitchen and I followed her.
Immediately I stepped my foot into the kitchen, all eyes were on me. They were all staring at me with glares. I knew they had heard what happened.
They all knew that Mr Jackson and I had a£x in the dinning hall. They heard everything. All the screams, the mess we made, the moans, the dishes falling and shattering on the floor. They heard it all.
"Is it true, Lisa?" One maid asked.
"Did you actually sleep with Mr Jackson." Another questioned.
"How did it happen?" Said another.
"Did he force you?"
All the maids and the chefs were bombarding me with questions. They were all looking at me and were curious to know how it all happened.
"No. He didn't force me. He wouldn't. And yes, I fcked him." I confessed. I looked down at my feet. I wished the earth would swallow me. I felt so bad. The questions and accusations were too much.
"How could you Lisa. How could you? Have you no shame?" The same maid asked again.
"I can explain." I replied.
Mary turned towards me. Her brows were furrowed and she had her hands on her waist.
"Oh yeah, explain how you managed to seduce Mr Jackson and get him to fck you. You're such a smart ass, Lisa. Just admit it, you are a s-lut. There's nothing special about you." She snapped.
"Mary, please. Don't say that. I didn't seduce Mr Jackson. Stop saying that." I pleaded.
Another maid, Eloise, approached Mary and whispered something in her ear.
Then, she looked at me and smirked.
"Oh, is that right, Lisa? So you made a deal with Mr Jackson. That's how this started." Mary said.
"What?…Wait.. No." I stuttered.
Mary, then climbed onto a chair.
"Attention everyone. Attention. Today, is a very interesting day. An exciting day. Because the truth has been revealed. Our fellow maid, Lisa, made a deal with Mr Jackson that night she left here. Her deal was to be fcked by him and in exchange, he would allow her to go see her mother. Mr Jackson also paid all her mother's bills and debt. Isn't that right, Lisa?" She yelled.
Everyone looked at me. Their expressions were filled with disgust.
"No. That's not what happened. That's not what happened. Let me explain. Please…The deal was…" I couldn't finish my sentence. I started to feel lightheaded. My legs felt weak and shaky. I was crying. Tears were streaming down my face.
Why did I come here?
I just wanted to work as a maid and earn money for my mother's hospital bills.
Instead, I ended up having a sexual affair with Mr Jackson and sleeping with him.
Now, everyone in the mansion was talking about it.
And the whole story about our deal, the agreement was being twisted.
Mary had a satisfied look on her face. It was like she had planned all this.
"See, what did I tell you. She is just a cheap w-hore. Everyone who makes deals to get laid is a w-hore. She sold her body to him. How despicable. And she said she didn't seduce him." Another maid commented.
"I bet the w-hore liked the feeling of having Mr Jackson inside her. She probably begged him to fck her. She probably seduced him. You see, she's not even denying it. That's how shameless she is." Mary said and laughed.
I was angry. The tears in my eyes dried up.
This is too much.
How dare she spread lies about me. How dare she make fun of me. I was not a cheap w-hore. And I didn't seduce him.
I walked towards her and pulled her off the chair.
"How dare you? You have no right to spread lies about me. I know you're just jealous that I got to fck Mr Jackson. You've been jealous of me ever since the first day we met. Because he took a liking to me. That's why you are making up stories about me." I screamed.
Mary's smile dropped.
"Oh, really. Do you want to start a fight with me, Lisa? Because I'll take you on." She said, pushing me.
"I'm not jealous of you Lisa. Why would I be jealous of you throwing yourself at Mr Jackson. I could have Mr Jackson too, if I wanted. I could have any man that I want. Don't underestimate me. Just because Mr Jackson fcked you. That doesn't make you anything special." She added.
She threw a punch at me and I fell back.
My back hit the edge of the table.
"I'm not afraid of you, Lisa. You're just a low life. Just a nobody. You're a maid. Mr Jackson could never like a nobody like you." Mary yelled.
The pain from my back shot up and down my spine. I was aching all over.
"Ughhh." I groaned as I clutched my back.
This was so painful.
I was dizzy. Mary grabbed my hair and pulled me up. She pushed me against the wall. My already-bruised back hit the hard wall.
"Let go of me." I pleaded.
Mary let go of my hair and slapped me.
"How dare you? You w-hore. Mr Jackson isn't yours." She spat.
The pain from the slap stung. I cried out and held onto my face.
"You're just a good-for-nothing maid. Nothing but a fcking s-lutty maid." Mary shouted, before she kicked me.
"Look at you, Lisa. You're just a maid. Your mother is sick and dying in the hospital and all you do is spread your legs for Mr Jackson. You have no morals or principles. You're nothing. How can Mr Jackson like someone like you?" She hissed and spat on my face.
"Get off of her, Mary. Let go of her. Mary, let her go." I heard someone shout.
"You're hurting her. Let her go. Right now." It was Enzo.
Mary quickly let go of me and I slid down the wall.
My head was spinning and there was a loud buzzing in my ears.
"Enzo. What are you doing here?" I heard a maid ask.
But Enzo ignored her and came straight to me.
"Are you okay, Lisa. I'm sorry, they shouldn't have done that. Here, let me help you." Enzo said.
"Don't touch her, Enzo." Mary yelled. "Don't tell me she has seduced you too. Is that why you are standing up for her. She has gotten her claws into you. The w-hore." She shouted.
"I'm sure she seduced the guy that tried to r-ape her too." Mary sneered.
"Enough!" Enzo yelled.
His voice boomed in the room.
It was so loud and strong, everyone stopped what they were doing. All the maids, chefs and servants in the kitchen were shocked. They didn't expect Enzo to yell at them like that.
He was always soft spoken and easy going. Enzo was not one to get angry or raise his voice. He never showed his anger or frustration.
But now, his expression was furious.
"Shut up Mary. Just shut up. And stop saying that, Lisa. It's not true. You can't possibly believe she's a w-hore, just because Mr Jackson fcked her. I can't believe you guys would judge her like that. Shame on you. And you call yourselves human beings." He shouted.
He glared at everyone. They all averted their eyes.
Enzo came closer to me and wrapped his arm around me and carried me into his hands.
"Don't worry Lisa, I got you." He said.
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Enzo held me close and carried me out of the kitchen and to his bedroom.
Enzo's bedroom was located at the other end of the mansion. He stayed in the servant's quarters.
It was small bedroom but well kept and clean. The room had a bed, a closet, some furnitures and a bathroom.
Enzo gently placed me on the bed. I was still groggy. My vision was blurry. The pain on my back was intense and I was a bit disoriented.
Enzo turned me over.
"Where does it hurt?" He asked as he gentry caressed my lower back through my dress.
"Owww." I winced and cried out in pain.
"You need to take off your dress, so I can treat your wounds properly." He said, softly.
I nodded and slowly unzipped my dress. It fell to my waist and my upper body was half-naked. The only thing I had on was a b-ra.
"Lie down. Let me get ointment for the bruise and a warm towel." Enzo said as he turned around and headed to the bathroom.
After a few minutes, Enzo came back.
He knelt down beside the bed and applied the ointment and a warm cloth on my bruised back.
The warm towel felt soothing on my skin.
It helped to ease the pain and the throbbing ache in my back.
I could feel Enzo's strong muscular arms massage my back.
Slowly, I felt the pain of the bruise reduce and a warm tingly sensation run down my spine.
"You should rest. It will take some time before the pain fully subsides." Enzo said.
"The bruise on your back will be there for a couple of days, but don't worry, it will heal soon. I will get you some painkillers and aspirin. Just in case the pain is still unbearable." He said. He handed me a blanket and I covered myself with it.
"Thank you Enzo, for helping me." I told him.
"It's nothing, really. If I had gotten there earlier, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. But don't worry, the next time I see Mary and her friends, they will get their due." He said.
"It's not your fault, Enzo. And thank you for always saving me and defending me." I smiled weakly.
Enzo sat on the bed beside me and stroked my hair.
"But why though?" He asked. "Why did he sleep with Mr Jackson? He's the boss and you are the maid. There has to be a reason for all this. I know there's more to this story than you're letting on." He said.
I sighed.
Enzo was very perceptive.
I should have known he would have questions.
Questions I didn't have answers to.
Because I didn't understand what was going on between Mr Jackson and I either.
I didn't even understand what we were or what we had.
Was it love? Were we dating?
No. That was impossible. Or was it?
But one thing was clear.
Mr Jackson and I were attracted to each other. We were attracted like magnets.
Our passion was intense and strong.
Whenever we were together, it was like a magnetic force pulled us together.
We couldn't control our lust.
But was that enough?
Could that be enough to justify the fact that I was sleeping with my boss? With a man that could never be mine.