We would be living with Aristocrats.

How on Earth did Mum think that was a good idea? How did she find it suitable to mix oil and water together and watch it never work? Those thoughts couldn’t leave my head ever since she delivered the crazy news. I wasn’t sure how much better our finances would get at the expense of our mental health.

I flinched as the customer in front of me repeated his request to me.

“That’s one regular burger meal, zero coke, and extra sauce. Takeaway, right?” I asked behind the cashier counter. The customer nodded then I handed her the receipt with a polite smile. “Wait for your order on the side here, please.”

The back of my hand absentmindedly came up to wipe my forehead after the end of my day and finally taking the last order. Restaurants sounded like comfortable places to some, but to me, they were where I got frustrated the most with people who thought we served at a high-end French cuisine restaurant.

This is just a knock-off of McDonald’s, I thought about my new workplace.

I had just taken that job after moving to the city. My mother got a new job in a wealthy household, and so we moved for it. Although it felt like picking a flower from its roots, I left my friends and old job behind in hopes we’d have a better life as Mum promised.

I had mixed feelings about that new job. While the salary was higher, and mum was fairly happy about all the benefits that came with serving for a wealthy family, I felt uneasy about the inevitable class gap. The last thing we needed was to feel poorer than we already were.

While walking to the bus stop, my phone rang in my pocket. With a heavy sigh, I picked up, knowing very well it was my excited mum.

“Mel, the pickups are here. Our belongings arrived. Come home soon!” I could hear the cheer in Mum’s voice.

Home? Already?

I ran my hands through my long hair. “Hmmm, understood,” I mumbled, getting on the bus. “Make sure to send me the location of that so-called mansion then. Can’t wait to arrive, ha," I snickered.

I was sure Mum was frowning. “Mel, please. If you aren’t happy with this, then let me be.”

“Sorry, I’m not happy with living in a place where I’ll be labelled ‘the maid’s daughter’, Mum. Sounds reasonable to me.”

The line went silent, and I regretted my words. I didn’t say them out of any spite or such; Mum merely needed to wake up from dreamland. We weren’t moving out to a home but to a house where we would be employees.

“Alright, Mum, I’m coming. See you there.”

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I put the last of my papers in the small drawer and gave the room a final look.

Mum got employed at some wealthy family’s mansion as a… maid, but she liked to think she would do more than just serving. Maybe a consultant for their marital life? Funny as she was a single mum. The family offered us a living at their residence, so Mum stayed close whenever the house lady needed something.

They gave us a medium-sized room with two beds on either side, a closet, a sofa, and an adjacent toilet. They were nice enough to offer me a desk as well.

“I’m going to get a tour around the house now, Mel,” Mum announced as she slipped in her slippers. “Wanna tag along?”

I shook my head sideways. “No, I’m tired. I’ll stay here.”

Mum gave me an appreciative look before she left. She knew I worked hard to support us and for me to have enough savings to go to college someday. That whole residence thing helped us loads to save rent fees as well, so we were thankful.

Something about that new job was different. Mum did work in households before, but they never offered us to move in. I guessed she was thrilled specifically because of that. I had rarely experienced her that enthusiastic to start working. To me, it would be like any other job—one that provided us with much-needed money. Nothing less, nothing more. What’s the use of living in a luxurious place when it isn’t yours to enjoy?

I was starting to unpack my backpack when my phone dinged. It was a messenger text from my ex, Max.

‘I miss you.’

I rolled my eyes. I knew where that was going.

‘How come? You can bring girls home now that we are no longer together.’

He always teased me about that and how no girl could resist him. A media attachment popped in the chatroom. I had that setting that hid media until I clicked on it to save data, but I knew exactly what he sent.

‘Don’t you just miss this?’

Hell, I did, but I wasn’t about to humiliate myself over his body —it was why we broke up in the first place. It was never the feelings that kept us. They were our bodies. That wasn’t how a relationship should work, and I didn’t like it.

‘Max, you’re not about to restart that.’

‘Oh, am I? Isn’t it big enough, baby? Look what you make it do. You make it big like that.’

Glancing over the phone, I could also notice my nubs starting to protrude. My hands palmed my face. I didn’t like where that was going and didn’t want to fall in the same hellhole, so I muted his chat and exited the app. I hadn’t had the courage to block Max yet at that time. I put the phone down on the brown desk.

Maybe you aren’t blocking because you like what he offers you, I thought, and I knew they were sinful thoughts that I had to try my best to banish.

The heat in my core didn’t seem to leave anytime soon, however, alongside the knot that started forming in my abdomen. I hated how Max still affected me: an undeniable physical effect.

In the end, I was only human.

My hands had a mind of their own when one sneaked to caress a nipple, and the other slid into my shorts. Gradually, my top was hiking up and off my chest. The fabric made agonising friction with my aching, sensitive nipples that begged to be freed and played with.

I don’t like this.

My fingers dipped in the wetness of my core, and I shivered and threw my head backwards, eyes shut tight. When my sensitive bundle of nerves met my thumb and index, and they rolled it, I tried my hardest to hold back a loud moan.

Yes, I definitely miss his big, hard cock sliding in and out of me.

I was on the verge of my climax, moving my fingers in slow circles on my clit and tweaking my nipples in the other hand. I didn’t care about the sounds I made anymore, didn’t think of them, while my desperation increased. I could hear my blood rushing to my head in my ears.

My forehead broke in a cold sweat as I made one last loud moan and came in my fingers. I breathed heavily, my body shaking slightly from the impact. Those sessions could never feel as enjoyable as I wanted them to be because the guilt soon engulfed me. I fell weak and had just got off to my ex’s... photo. How was I supposed to move on when he still could control me with a click on his phone?

The door flew open without warning. “What the fuck was that—oh, my gosh, I’m sorry!”

I screeched, still recovering from my high, when a guy opened the door on me. My eyes could barely catch his figure from how quick I moved. I panicked, spun around on the swivel chair, and gave him my back. Quickly rolled down my top back on my chest and took my fingers out of my wet knickers. I was sure the room smelled of my orgasm as well.

How embarrassing… Who was he anyway?

“Learn to knock on a door!” I yelled to him, who still stood by the door, probably in shock, while I gave him my back.

He didn’t reply. I only heard the door close.

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Alright, my first mature book. There we go 😬 I’ve always wanted to publish mature content, but I was a coward lol. Max is inspired by some insatiable guy I met on a mobile game lmao.

Obviously, there is going to he sexual content. If you’re uncomfortable with that, or you dislike sexually open-minded new adults, I’m sorry, but this book isn’t for you.

I believe what Mel went thru of getting sexual frustration from an ex-spouse is very much real and present, isn’t it? Especially those exes who were there for the sex and not the feelings.

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