Maid At Home

I was taken in by a humble family as an orphan; my father chauffeured for a prominent businessman, while my mother, though a maid, held a position akin to a lady's butler within their extravagant household. This wealthy family, with their vast wealth, had a single heir, the enigmatic billionaire, Albert Michaels. He was a constant subject of attention, both in traditional news and online, often surrounded by headlines featuring a glamorous pop star or a self-absorbed socialite, known for her curves and childlike voice. From the moment I entered their opulent living room, I found myself quietly observing Albert, drawn to his cool demeanor. Every time our eyes met, his distant gaze seemed to ignite a spark, making him even more captivating. One stormy night, fate intervened in an unexpected way. Albert, drunk and disoriented, stumbled upon me while I was cleaning the glass coffee table. Together, we navigated the halls, his weight overwhelming my slight frame as we collapsed onto his massive bed. In that moment, his glazed eyes awakened a longing I'd harbored for so long. The warmth of his touch, combined with the intensity of the rain outside, created a charged atmosphere. As we reached our climax, I heard him call out a name, "Madeline!" - a moment that left me stunned and heartsick.