March 2, 2021


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A Maid For Him Season 1 Episode 1

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New story Alert!🔊🔔
For Him👨🏻‍💼
(He wants her😱,she cant stay,he’s dangerous😰)
By:Sam Antha✍🏾
Highly Rated🔞🔞
Alicia Alexanderv grew up with her abusive step father and neglectful mother and had only herself to rely on.
When Alicia was sixteen and her mother died of a drug overdose, she was forced to run away or be ‘taken care of’ by her twisted step father, Paul.
With that thought, she packed her bags and fled hoping she’d be free and be able to live a normal life. She was wrong.
Almost four years later Alicia had worked from house to house as a maid. She was bought and sold by many different people, some sane and some insane, so being an ‘object’ was the only thing she’d ever really known. When her most recent owner decides to get rid of her, she is once again put on the market waiting to be bought once again. Little did she know the next person to buy her was one of the most dangerous men in the world…
Damon Constanzo the leader of the Italian Mafia.
Despite his God-like looks, he was terrifying. He was everything Alicia was not; intimidating, authoritative, controlling and he got everything he wanted.
When Alicia catches his eye at the bidding, he wants her and what Damon wants he gets.
Will Alicia be able to cope in the midst of Damon’s🤔 formidable life whilst having her past constantly torturing her mind, or will she leave?🤔🤔
For him🤵🏻
(He wants her😱,But she cant stay,he’s dangerous😰)
By:Sam Antha🖋
🍿 Episode 1🍿
👠Alicia’s pov👠
“Im sorry pls!!!,let me stay!,i have no were else to go,”i begged
Paul-my step father, was going to drive me out of the house my house,my mom’s house.
Since mom’s pathetic death,i’ve been living with a rapist,a devil!!
“Are we stopping here miss?”the taxi driver asked snapping me out of my thoughts,..
“Just keep going,”i repiled.
As i reflected back to how i ended up in this taxi…
“Your mother is dead.” he stated the obvious, as he ran his fingers through his long curly gelled hair before stepping into my room. He was wearing his usual work suit, although I didn’t know why because he didn’t work for some big company – I actually didn’t know where he worked but I knew he ran a shady business.
“I-I know…” I said barely above a whisper, my hands shaking nervously as I bit my bottom lip.
I thought Paul was going to show some compassion, or at least shed a tear for his now dead wife but all of a sudden his monotonous expression changed and his lips curled upwards into a smirk.
“That means it’s just me and you Alicia…” he began as he kicked my door shut with his leg, not turning his back on me, and started to walk toward me as I slowly moved back before almost immediately hitting my wall.
“Now, now don’t walk away from me you naughty little girl.” he chuckled as I stared up at him reluctantly.
If it weren’t for his venomous, perverted personality he would have been a good looking man for his age. He wasn’t fat, but was fairly skinny with little muscle and around 5’10, he had defined facial features under his small amount of blond stubble and his gelled ash blond hair was naturally curled.
I gulped as his face moved closer towards mine “You and I…” he sucked in a breath “are going to have so much fun without your mother.
In fact, I’ll show you exactly what I did to her in the bedroom when she was alive.” he whispered as he brought his hand towards my thigh, slowly bringing it upwards near my crotch.
I involuntarily squirmed in disgust, “Ple-please.” I begged.
“Yes. That’s exactly what you’ll be saying when I’ve got my cock in your tight little pussy, dirty girl.” he said gritting his teeth, as he gripped onto my leg tighter making me whimper.
His disgusting words made my eyes begin watering, I couldn’t live my life like this. In fear I’d be raped or beaten at any time.
“Don’t worry Ali, you aren’t ready yet,” I hated the way he called me that “it will happen soon. When I think you are ready.” he explains as his lips linger at my forehead before his chapped lips press against it.
He removed his hands and stepped away from me, before bellowing “Look at me when I talk to you next time!” making my eyes immediately dart towards him.
“Good little girl.” Paul said as he made his way to the door. “Now I’m going to go back out to sort out a few things and I’ll be back in a couple of hours, so grieve or whatever it is you want to do.” he said nonchalantly before winking at me and heading out the door.
I let out a deep breath, I didn’t even know I was holding. I counted to ten before removing myself from the wall and rushing over to my closet.
I knew what I had to do, I had to leave and fast. I heard the door slam and I could no longer hear any more voices or people moving things around so I knew I was alone.
I hurriedly grabbed my small black suitcase and pulled some of my clothes off of the hangers and threw them in.
I carried on rushing around my room and threw anything important or sentimental into my case, not forgetting the necklace my real father gave me and decided I’d wear it now. I realized that I had no money on me, so I headed to my mom’s room.
As disrespectful as it was it needed to be done, so I went through everything she had and finally found the stash of money I knew she kept in her room in case she ever needed it for drugs. She had at least a thousand dollars there and I took all of it.
I put a few extra things in the case and took anything that could be of value, as well as the money, and then shut the case. I threw on a sweatshirt and grabbed the small Nokia phone I had. I dialled a taxi and asked for it to pick me up down the street where nobody would see me.
I then took one last look at my now, almost empty, bedroom and let out a breath before closing the door and heading down the stairs.
I waited around for a little while, taking some food and drink with me in case I got hungry on the way to…well wherever the hell I was going and took some money from Paul’s wallet that was laying on the table as well.
The taxi person called and I hurriedly headed out the door, making my way toward the parked taxi at the end of the street.
I opened the door at the back of the taxi and took a seat “Where to darlin’?” the chubby man asked.
“Uh…far, far away from here please.” I said not knowing what else to say.
“Now that, I can do.” he chuckled before driving off.
End of flashback 🏃🏽‍♀
I stared out the window and felt a tear roll down my cheek.
Maybe now, I could finally be free and live a somewhat normal life, I thought.
Unfortunately, because it is me that’s not what happened. …at all
hw’s dat for a start?
comment ya thoughts pls🚶🏼‍♀

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