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CHAPTER 3 : GOD OR THE DEVIL

** POV: ELIZABETH**

I finally got home and realized that my mother wasn't very well... I got worried and gave her some medicine in an unsuccessful attempt to ease her pain. My mother has a serious back problem, caused by years of working as a cleaner, but after a fall at work, the situation worsened. My mother's back pain gets worse every day. The medication is no longer working and, frankly, I can't bear to see her suffer so much.

According to the latest tests, she will need surgery, a good doctor and several sessions of physiotherapy, but unfortunately we don't have health insurance and it will be very difficult to get all this without insurance and, above all, without money.

After giving her the medication, I put a pillow on her back to make her more comfortable and went to prepare dinner, as my younger sister isn't at home.

( ... )

And another beautiful day begins and it's finally Saturday, the long-awaited Saturday! On Saturdays I don't work much and I leave much earlier, so I can rest a bit more and maybe even go out with friends.

I arrived at work around seven o'clock in the morning and immediately went to prepare the bosses' breakfast and, as soon as it was ready, I served it and left to do other things...

"Elizabeth, please bring me an orange juice for the pool," said Mr. Matthew seriously.

I quickly prepared his juice and went to the pool, where he was lying on the sun lounger with both arms under his head, giving me a privileged view of his body that would drive any woman crazy. And the bulge in his swimming trunks immediately caught the eye.

I tried to focus and come back to reality after this sight and walked towards him, took a deep breath and approached. "Excuse me, sir, here's your juice," I said seriously, trying to look away from him.

But it was almost impossible not to look at him, my mischievous eyes couldn't help but stare. He's wearing a white thong that shows off his bulge and, to top it off, he's wearing sunglasses that highlight his beauty even more.

I have to admit, he's very handsome. Too bad he's married and my boss, he'll certainly never look at me because of our social class and the age difference between us. And, to be honest, I don't want to either!

"Thank you, Elizabeth." He said without looking at me.

Amen, sir, a thank you and a please on the same day can only be a miracle. "Excuse me, sir!" I replied and left quickly.

I quickly went back to the kitchen and started my chores to finish the day and go home to focus my thoughts on something else and forget about the temptation in this house. I can't let my impure thoughts affect my work, I really need this job and so does my family.

** POV: MATTHEW

After a completely stressful week, just like the last few years of my life. I decided to relax a bit by the pool and admire my new housekeeper. She, Elizabeth, is definitely beautiful!

She's not the type of woman I'm used to, due to our social class and age difference. I've always liked women in my age group who have experience in all areas of life, Elizabeth is definitely the opposite of that, but she's certainly beautiful!

Her long straight brown hair reaches her waist, her body, even under this ridiculous uniform, shows how defined she is, her legs are thick, her ass is rounded and perky, her waist is thin. What a body she has! Her face is perfect, her lips are pink and her mouth is well-drawn and plump, her eyes are greenish.

Her face is perfect and delicate, her gaze is intelligent and mischievous, and her body is that of a femme fatale, the kind that turns any man's head. This woman was sculpted by God or the devil himself and, if she weren't my maid, she would be a perfect distraction from my boring days.

I noticed that she couldn't take her eyes off me, I think I'm disturbing her thoughts, just as she disturbs mine. But nothing more than that, she's my employee and I wouldn't go that far.

she's just a pretty face, a perfect body and my employee!

**** POV: ELIZABETH****

I finished preparing all the lunch and started serving it, after all, it was almost time to leave.

"Elizabeth, next Saturday you'll be working day and night," said Megan as she savored her meal.

I'm pretty sure her neurons are being affected by the hair dye. Frankly, I don't like it one bit, but I can't complain!

"But why, ma'am?" I asked, trying not to show my dissatisfaction.

"On Saturday, Matthew and I are celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary and we're having a small reception here at the house and we're going to need you," said Megan, looking at me.

Surely I'm going to be a waitress too? That's not possible!

Mr. Matthew looks at her coldly and throws his napkin on the table. "No, not you and me... You're the one who makes a point of giving this reception, because you know very well that I have no reason to celebrate anything. These five years by your side have meant nothing but pain and suffering for me," said Mr. Matthew in a low tone, with anger in his voice and sadness in his eyes.

I watch the whole scene in silence, begging God that they don't start arguing now, because it's almost time for me to leave and I don't want to be late.

"Shut up, Matthew, this isn't a subject to be discussed in front of the maid," he rolls his eyes angrily. "Well, Elizabeth, you've already been warned, I'm asking you not to make an appointment that day. And don't worry, you'll get paid extra for it.

Of course, knowing that I'll be paid extra comforted my heart. "Yes, ma'am, excuse me." I quickly left the dining room and went to the kitchen before things got too ugly for me, because Mr. Matthew was looking at her with fury in his eyes.

When I got to the kitchen, I wondered why his marriage to her represents pain and suffering and, if it does, why are they still together? How can a couple who apparently hate each other so much stay together for five years? They can barely look at each other or have a meal in peace. Anyway, I don't know, but that's not my problem either and I can't dwell on the bosses' problems.

Finally it's time for me to go home. When I get home, I take a shower and relax a bit. I spend the rest of the afternoon watching TV and chatting on my cell phone with some friends. And that's the end of another day.

( ... )

I spent the whole of Sunday at home with my mother and sister. In the evening, some friends invited me out and we went clubbing. As I didn't want to drink and had to work the next morning, I just had a non-alcoholic cocktail.

I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world, but I attract attention, like all the women in the club. And at that moment I was attracting a lot of stares from men who were devouring me with their eyes, but for the first time I didn't feel like flirting with any of them. I preferred to dance and sip my cocktail throughout the night.

I got home at exactly two o'clock in the morning and immediately threw myself into bed to take a quick nap, because I have to get up at half past five...

I woke up late and very sleepy, my eyes were heavy and I bitterly regretted getting home so late... I took a cold shower to chase away the sleep, got ready quickly and left for work.

As soon as I arrived at the mansion, I changed in a matter of seconds and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Good morning, Elizabeth." Said Mr. Matthew, entering the kitchen and giving me quite a fright.

"Good morning, sir!" I replied in a hoarse voice and with a tired face.

He looked at me curiously and leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms. "Wow, what's with the face?" he asked, looking at me intensely.

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"Nothing, I'm just sleepy!" I replied as I finished preparing breakfast.

His expression quickly changed and he became a little more serious. "So, was last night good?" He asked, apparently unsatisfied.

"Nothing much, I just went out clubbing with some friends and got home around two o'clock in the morning," I replied without looking at him.

He uncrossed his arms away from the kitchen counter and I heard his deep breathing. "Good! I just hope this doesn't interfere with your work. Excuse me!" he said with anger in his voice and walked away without letting me answer.

I didn't understand a word, but that's okay. Fuck off! I tried to do my job as best I could because, as he said, my leaving couldn't interfere with my work.

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