Pleasuring the Maid

Chapter 33

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Reality finally sank in. The intensity of the matter left an indescribable heavy feeling in my heart.

The denial my heart clutched on began to ebb away. The truth taking it's place and spreading pain to

the entire organ.

My mind came up with so many questions and apparently zero answers. Thoughts about the woman I

grew up loving turned sour and stale.

She had been in my life for as long as I could remember. For 14 years I knew no real friend other than

her. For 14 years I called her mum.

I loved her for 14 years, I adored her for those years. For 14 years she had been my world, a role

model that was nearly perfect and all real before me.

For 14 years my eyes refused to see her for who she really was, a fake. She had been my only family

for those 14 years.

Why on earth would she do this to me. All those memories we made together, were they all fake to

her? Did they mean anything to her?

She fucking lied to me for 14 years. She played me for a fool for 14 years. I trusted her with everything

I had, and it took only one day for her to up and go, faking her own death.

I wanted to assure myself that maybe we were missing something, maybe all this was a

misunderstanding. But then why was I feeling this way?

My insides were in chaos, like a storm was brewing inside. I was aching inside, the pain that I felt made

me incapable of everything.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to just let the tears flow but they wouldn't form. I wanted to say something,

anything but I couldn't get a word past my quivering lips.

Is this how betrayal felt like? like someone ripping your heart over and over again.

I wanted to tear my hair out, scream like a maniac, but my wandering mind wouldn't allow me to react

and let the steam go. The steam kept on burning me, increasing the ache.

How could my insides burn and feel damp with unshed tears at the same time?

Why had she done it in the first place? Why would she go through the trouble of faking her death? Was

I that much of a nuisance to her that she had to leave me like I never existed?

But then why would she stay with me for all those years and just leave one day?

***Ray's Pov.***

It was killing me to see Ava like this, so lifeless. She was mute, it's as if her tongue had become heavy

in her mouth.

Her eyes glazed over with unshed tears. He eyebrows drew together, making her appear even more

stressed. You could see wheels turning in her mind. This whole ordeal was obviously draining energy

from her body.

I wanted to hold her and whisper sweet nothings to her. I wanted to assure her that all would be okay,

but would she allow me to touch her?

I expected her to break down and cry herself out, but none of that was happening. She wouldn't shed

even a single tear, and that scared me a lot.

Bryson was watching closely, torn in between just like I was. I could see how his arms were itching to

hold her to his chest but he wanted to give her space at the same time.

From one secret to another...Surely my parents had to have known this would mess her up once it got

out. Or maybe they thought it would never be revealed.

'Give me your phone Ray. ' She suddenly spoke.

She didn't even look at me, she only stretched her right hand to get the phone. It was odd to me that

she would ask for my phone at this time.

It made me wonder what exactly she was up to. Not wanting to upset her, I handed the unlocked phone

to her.

I didn't look to see what she was doing but when she pressed the phone on her ear, I knew she was

calling some..

Oh no, she was calling mum, was it really a good idea to want to speak to her.

'Where are you? ' She question over the phone in a calm voice.

'Come to Jack's hotel right now.' She paused.

' I don't care how busy you are, fucking come to the hotel right now, oh and bring your fake husband

too.'

I couldn't believe she had just cussed, she was really pissed. Knowing mum, she prolly knew

something was very wrong, she would be here in no time.

Mum and dad arrived 30 minutes after the call. They had called back asking for the room number.

Once they were in, I expected hell to break loose. But boy was I wrong. Ava remained calm and cold,

not even looking at them.

Even when mum hugged her she didn't push mum away or pull out, she just sat there saying nothing.

Dad stood by the door staring at my girl, it's like he figured something was different about Ava.

'Why? ' Ava asked, staring in space like before.

'What do you mean Ava? ' Mum asked, sitting beside Ava on the blue carpet.

'Don't fucking pretend, I want to know why? ' Ava's voice sounded even colder, but with some kind of

an edge in it.

'Ava honey, what are y..'

'Shut up mum. ' Bryson hissed, he was very much mad at her. I couldn't help but feel like something

else was bothering him.

'Don't you talk to your mother like that Bryson Romans. ' Dad scolded, taking a step closer to Bryson.

'Or what huh? what's the worst you can do? ' Bryson challenged, clenching his hands into fists.

This was getting out of hand, I couldn't let it. Mum was already crying, seeming confused. I didn't pity

her in the slightest though, she had caused all this.

'Who are you mum? ' This time I was the one who questioned. Earning a more confused look from my

parents.

'What is going here? you are asking me all this meaningless questions when I'm the one who is

supposed to ask.

Why are you in the same room huh? it's clear you slept together, the three of you. You've been acting

strange lately, stealing glances at each other when you think your dad and I aren't looking.

Are you fucking? Mum finally exploded, taking it all out on us.

Bryson laughed with mockery, disbelief in his voice.

'Are you kidding now? ' Bryson asked carelessly.

'Bryson..' Dad warned.

'No dad, she asked a question and I will answer with a yes or no, right after she answers mine. ' Dad

stood unfazed by Bryson's statement.

'You don't get to make any demands here. ' Dad pointed out.

'I was merely offering a deal to your wife' He pointed at her.

'What is wrong with you? you're clearly disrespecting your mother Bryson. ' His voice was going higher

with every utterance.

'Is it because she's your adoptive mother? ' Dad shouted.

'No. ' Bryson coldly answered.

'Because she's a fucking imposter.'