I hated Marissa. We’d had a bet over who would win the promotion at work. I’d put everyt
I hated Marissa. We’d had a bet over who would win the promotion at work. I’d put everything into preparing for that promotion, and I’d won. Unfortunately, while I’d been focused so much on work, she’d been focused on my husband. He’d left me for her on the same day I was awarded the promotion.As per the terms of our bet, she would have to serve as my maid for the day. I’d make her pay for stealing my man. She arrived, scowling, and I smirked. “It’s going to be a day of hell for you, blondie. Get changed, then get to ironing”, I barked, handing her a maid uniform.When she emerged, uniform on, my smirk disappeared. She looked incredible. Her body was amazing, and I kept picturing it writhing on the bed with my now ex-husband’s.She wasn’t even done with the first garment when I gave in. “I can’t do this, Marissa”Her face lit up into the brightest, most perfect beam and I confessed my jealousy and said I should be the one serving as her maid.She was quick to oblige. We went over to her house, me in the maid uniform, and she wasted no time putting me to work. My ex husband’s jaw dropped when he walked in. The house was spotless, and I was on my knees massaging Miss Marissa’s feet.“She agreed to be our maid. Permanently”, Marissa grinned.“AND! She stepped down at work, leaving that promotion to me.”I looked up at her superior grin. In 48 hours she got my man, my job, and had me committing to being her maid.“That’s so fucking hot”, he said, drooling over her.She looked down on me. “MY man and I are going upstairs to celebrate. Get in the kitchen and cook our dinner, bitch”Yes, Miss Marissa -- source link