The Don's Maid [18+]

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Positivity Corner:

Let people fuck themselves.

"You're still weighing your options, then?" I ask Rosa as she sits cross legged on the bed a huge tub of chocolate chip ice-cream tucked between the gap of her legs as she watches Peppa pig.

Honestly I don't get it why would she watch a thing as a pink pig talking. It makes no sense and Rosa seems to watch it without any tiredness.

"I am. Yes." She replies, her eyes still fixed on the TV screen and she scoops out a bit of ice-cream and puts it in her mouth.

Sometimes she's just so cute to be true.

Hansen, the designer guy did a fair amount of job on fixing the master bedroom and it was finally done.

The room had the window just like Rosa wanted it but the shade was off-white and white and faded copper like how I wanted it instead of her pink and coral one.

That'd look like a girl's bedroom.

I reach for the spoon from her hand which she snatches up looking at me like I have asked two kidneys from her.

"What?" I ask.

"It's mine." She said before turning completely so she was facing away from me and I was left looking at her back.

Rosa has been coming and going back and forth. Never staying the night. It was her first time stay over, which I specifically took permission from her Papa.

She clearly told me to go up to him ask if she can stay with me the night.

I doubt it was anything to do with the permission. Lately Rosa left somewhat triumph by making me uncomfortable and making me act out of my character.

So I did. The old man narrowed his eyes at me before nodding. By the time I left his office room I was almost red as a tomato and was feeling the embarrassment climbing up to my brain.

She'd get a hard spanking for that, I had decided.

A month before when I paid her loans and she was angry as fuck with me, I have her my mum's ring. She's been wearing that since and flaunting it time to time. Holding it towards the sun-light so the two diamond circling the emerald would reflect light.

She was happy, for it. And I often found her admiring the age old ring as she sat turning it back and forth on her finger.

Of-course before sneaking off to her room I had called her darling Papa and told everything. I asked if I had his permission to give her my mum's ring. He took the longest three minutes to answer and by passing time I was growing more tensed before he said okay.

I think he was mortified if anything from my sudden phone call that night.

"Your mum's ring you say?" He had asked.