Bossy Maid episode 13 – 14

Bossy maid👩🏼‍🦱👩‍🍳
She’s the boss,🤫I’m the maid🤫
❣️ Written by Haryormideh Ayeni ❣️
🌺🌺🧸 Episode Thirteen🌺🌺🧸
Courtney 🙂🙂
The first thing I did when we got home was pack her belongings from Donald’s room. I unlocked the door and found her sleeping with an angry look.
When you’re asleep, aren’t you supposed to be an angel? It’s the exact opposite for Clara. Even in her sleep she looked like the dev1l that she is.
I put her luggages beside the bed and closed the door.
I couldn’t sleep all night, I kept tossing and twisting on the bed, having a bad feeling in my mind.
I yawned tiredly and freshened up, keeping the dress I bought yesterday in a box on my wardrobe then began my house chores.
“What are my luggages doing here?” Clara yelled from her room and I happened to be in the hall way.
“That’ll be your new room Clara” I replied.
“You don’t call me Clara, you call me madam and you can’t tell me what to do in this house, my house”
“I only respect those who deserves it and you don’t also, last I checked Donald and I own this house. The only difference is he pays the bills while I take care of the house and you’re just an unwanted guest.”
She opened her mouth to talk and closed it back, apparently loss of words.
“Donald would hear about this” she harrumphed.
“Sure and you’ll be getting a stay in jail”
She shut her mouth and slammed the door in the process.
After my chores, I made breakfast and took Donald’s share to his room. I heard the shower running so I dropped the tray on his bedside table.
When I got back to the kitchen, I found Clara sitting on the kitchen stool “my food” she said flatly.
“Sure” I replied and dished her share, took it out of the kitchen and dropped it at the foot of her bedroom door.
“Your food is waiting in your room” I said calmly.
I was eating when I heard murmurs. I got up and moved closer to the voices.
“I’d advice you not to litter the floor with that food. I’ve been in your shoes” Donald said and walked down the hallway to his drawing room.
“There’s nothing she can do” she shouted after him.
I stood patiently where I was hiding and watched her. Is she really going to litter the floor I just cleaned moments ago?
She poured the food and slammed her door for the second time this morning.
I came out of hiding and made my way past the mess she made and knocked.
The door opened instantly
“Come and clean up this mess” I said gently.
“Isn’t that your job to do?” She snickered.
I pushed past her and entered her room fully. I saw a lot of expensive perfumes on the dressing table. Just the perfect thing I need.
“Clean up that mess or I’m everything on this table” I said more sternly.
“You won’t dare”
“Don’t test my patience young lady” I picked one and looked most expensive and dangled it in my hands as we both stared at each other.
The sound of glass breaking broke our stare. She gasped out at mess on the floor. Her eyes burned with so much rage as she advanced on me.
“Take another step and I’m breaking this two”
She stopped in her tracks.
“Clean up that mess outside or I’m making a mess of perfumes. You have just three minutes.”
She stormed off the room and appeared seconds later to clean the mess.
When she was through I returned her perfume and left her room.
I wish I could send her away, I know how it is to be tortured so I understand how Donald must feel, seeing his torturer every day.
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Two long and stressful week later, Clara is still living with us but rather calmly.
I had used onions to threaten her, gave her little food, make her do the laundries and I still have that unsettling feelings in my stomach.
I noticed she has been making a lot of secret calls but it’s her life and her business.
I entered her room quietly and cut her finger nails short as she slept soundly and wrote a short note for her.
📋 For the safety of my boss.
I put it on the head board and left the room.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, I brought it out to read the new message.
💬 His Favorite Uncle is coming next tommorow to spend two weeks with him💬
I sighed frustratedly, Donald and I are okay on our own, we don’t need anyone. After what I have in store for Clara tomorrow, she’ll be running out of this house.
Episode Fourteen🌺🌺🧸
Clara😌😋
I woke with a weird feeling, knowing something wasn’t right.
I looked around in my new room, nothing seemed out of place. I laid my head on the headboard and noticed the note sticking out from it.
The first thought that ran through my mind was “is he around?”
💬For the safety of my boss💬
What does that mean? Guess I didn’t have to think long cause I saw what it means. I picked up my phone and made a call.
“What do I do? She’s frustrating me. Things aren’t going according to plan” I said to the person on the other side.
“I guess she isn’t call bossy maid for nothing then.” He chuckled “You can cook for them” he added suggestively.
“What do you mean cook for them? You want to turn me to their maid? Even Donald isn’t really looking my way anymore”
“That’s why I said you should coooook for both of them. Either way he must be out of the picture so the companies can be transferred to me. Do your job well and I’ll pay you generously”
I smiled happily, by tommorow I should be out of here and having fun in Paris “Your suggestion is really nice, why didn’t I think of that? I’ll get to work now” I hung up and wore my best depressed and remorseful look.
I got out of my room and found Courtney cleaning the windows.
“Hey” I greeted her but didn’t get a response.
“hey Courtney, morning” I tried again.
“You’re greeting me?” The cloth fell from her hands in shock.
“Yeah I just want to say I’m sorry and I really love Donald. I came back hoping he would accept me” I went on my knees “please forgive me for making things bad for you”
She rushed to my side and raised me up “it’s nothing Clara. I’m not angry at you and I think you should give Donald some time” she said gently.
I didn’t know it would be so easy. Is she this naive or she’s playing along. I searched her eyes and I found no sign of pretense.
“Thank you” I replied soberly.
“Sorry for your nails” she said apologetically.
“Oh, I don’t mind” I lied, waving it
She looked at me suspiciously.
“What?” I chuckled “I seriously don’t mind besides I want to make things right and can’t possibly think about my nails.”
It took me three months of treatment and hærd work to keep my nails clean and long. She just cut off three months of hærd work and she thinks sorry will do?? She’ll soon pay with her life.
“You said you love him right?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah sure” I replied wondering what she’s getting at.
“If you really love him, then let him go”
“No I can’t Courtney, I love him too. Everything will work out”
“Ohh”
“Yeah……can I help with something? Maybe cooking?” I asked with a broad smile
“Yeah sure please” she nodded gratefully and I moved to the kitchen to get my plans in action. How I’ve been waiting for this day for over two weeks. I rubbed my palms in excitement and began cooking.
Courtney 😁😁
This is so unbelievable, Clara is greeting me?
“You’re greeting me?” I voiced out my thoughts.
“Yeah I just want to say I’m sorry and I really love Donald. I came back hoping he would accept me” she went on her knees “please forgive me for making things bad for you”
My heart went out for her and I softened a little, maybe she isn’t so bad after all. She looks very remorseful.
I rushed to her side and raised her up “it’s nothing Clara. I’m not angry at you and I think you should give Donald some time” I said gently.
“Thank you” She replied.
“Sorry for your nails” I said apologetically.
“Oh, I don’t mind” she waved it off with a smile.
I looked at her suspiciously. She seriously don’t mind?
“What?” She asked when she saw me staring “I seriously don’t mind besides I want to make things right and can’t possibly think about my nails.”
A thought suddenly crossed my mind “You said you love him right?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah sure” she answered
“If you really love him, then let him go”
“No I can’t Courtney, I love him too. Everything will work out”
“Ohh” she really loves Donald
“Yeah……can I help with something? Maybe cooking?” She asked with a broad smile and I couldn’t help but feel grateful with the change on her.
“Yeah sure please” I answered.
The instant she left my sight, I ran to Donald’s room on excitement.
I knocked once and opened without waiting for an answer.
Donald was still sprawled out on the bed.
I went to the bathroom to get a bowl of water and poured it on him.
“What the h’ll CounterKnee”
I rolled my eyes, ignoring his slip.
“Good news Donald, guess what it is?”
“With the smile on your face, I’d say the president is giving us free food for a year”
“Not only food makes me happy you know” I pouted.
“What’s it? I need to go back to sleep”
“Clara has changed” I blurted out.
He looked at me with a doubt and fell back on the bed.
I sighed dramatically and continued in a monotone voice “I know it’s hærd for you to believe but Clara is changed now, she even knelt and asked for forgiveness”
He sat up instantly “you mean my Clara is back? She’s no longer a bch?” His eyes shone brightly.
“Yes” I answered and my happiness deemed a little.
“This calls for celebration” he stood up and adjusted his robe.
“On second thoughts” he fell back on the bed “I don’t need her anymore, I’m ready to move on. I can go back to my vomit” he added.
My heart lit up a thousand sparks if that’s possible. He did it, he no longer needs her.
Donald and I have grown closer during this past weeks, he masterminded some of the bad things I did to her.
The only thing we have worked on are his pretty intense nightmares but I thank heavens it only happens once in a while now.
It can’t be some sort of joke right? Clara has really changed.
“Food is ready” Clara sing sang from the kitchen.
‘I guess I would have to eat her food as much as I don’t want to” Donald grumbled and stood up, heading to the kitchen while I trailed after him.
Clara🤗😁
They both entered the kitchen at the same time while Donald barely gave me a glance.
I had already dished out the food and put it on the dining table.
They both sat and picked up their spoon.
Since my plan is going well accordingly, I should act like a perfect host that I am and help them get a wine.
We should celebrate their soon to be absence from the world.
I excused myself and went to the refrigerator to get a red wine.
They had began eating when I came back…
I watched as they both put spoonfuls into their mouth and smiled smugly, eating my own food.
Tbc………🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀