Here I am, in front of their huge gates that covered splendor inside. I clicked a button on the wall to inform the security that I had arrived. The gates open automatically. I dragged my suitcase and entered.
As I step through the grand entrance gate, the sprawling mansion unfolds before me like a vision of opulence. The driveway, lined with meticulously manicured hedges and towering trees, curves gently toward the estate's imposing facade. The mansion's structure is a blend of classic elegance and modern luxury, with gleaming stonework, expansive windows, and a sprawling roofline that seems to stretch on forever.
As I approach, the details become more apparent: intricately carved door handles, delicate stone moldings, and a grand entrance door that swings open to reveal a lavish foyer. The grounds themselves are immaculately landscaped, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers adding pops of color to the scene. The overall effect is one of breathtaking grandeur, a testament to the wealth and taste of Logan.
The massive doors were already open. Still dazed by the scenery, I walked in and the inside was even better and bigger. I wonder how do they maintain such a massive house alone.
"We have cleaners who occasionally come to clean the house. I just needed someone to watch my children and cook us meals." Logan startling me back to reality. He was followed by giggles and chatter of his two little children who were following him down the stairs.
I hear a click of heels decending down the stairs. Within a second, I knew who it was. It was the one and only Avery. She notices me immediately but it seemed like she didn't recognize me. She is still beautiful I'm not going to lie.
Her blond hair radiates confidence and superiority, her presence commanding attention. With her piercing gaze, chiseled features, polished style, and haughty demeanor, she effortlessly conveys an intimidating "I'm better than you" vibe, leaving a lasting impression on those around her.
She walks towards me while analyzing me and stands right in front of me. She has grown taller, forcing me to look up. I maintained my eye contact with her, while in actuality, I was intimidated.
"I thought you were looking for a maid, not a hooker." Still looking at me dead in the eyes, even though she was talking to her husband.
"At least I didn't marry one, your wife's still on the clock!" I fight back, also talking to Logan and still looking at her dead in her the eyes as well. The kids giggles stopped and Logan was also stunned.
I hear a car pulling over at the door since it was wide open. She smirks and walks away. I thought she would fight or shout and kick me out but she simply just gets inside the car and leaves. No kiss goodbye to the husband or kids. Logan clears his throat and rushes to close the massive doors.
"Sorry about that, she's been down lately... Let me show you, your room." Taking my suitcase and climbing up the stairs and I followed.
"She's Avery, my wife. I truly apologize. Here's your room. I had someone prepare it. It has its own bathroom as well as a small walk-in closet. I'll be downstairs when you have settled and I'll tell you what's required of you starting from tomorrow." He closes the door and leaves. After he leaves, I take time to observe my bedroom.
The bedroom was rather cozy. The double bed filled with pillows of different sizes and colors together with a lavender plush rug, minimalist furniture, and calming colors leading to a serene bathroom with a walk-in shower and marble floors. The adjacent walk-in closet is stylish and organized, with shelves, drawers, and LED lighting, perfect for relaxation and luxury.
I change into much more comfortable clothes then walked down the stairs. He was in the living room with his kids watching tv.
We spend the whole day talking and him telling me what I'm supposed to do. He has always been someone you'd always get along with. We played and bathed the kids. Dinner time arrives and he ordered pizza for us. His wife, Avery wasn't back yet.
"She usually arrives late or never comes back. Anyway, it's already late and we all have to wake up early. You should get some sleep too. I'll put them to bed." He smiles at me politely and he leaves. Wow... I washed the dishes that we had used and went to go to sleep. I must admit, I kind of feel bad for him.
AUTHOR'S POV
"Let's both leave, let's run away together." A drunk Avery getting thrown on the bed with only a bra and panties on. Her hair and lipstick already a mess.
"You have children and a husband." The man states as he kisses her on the neck to leave a dark hickey, visible enough for everyone to see. Avery being a moaning mess as he does so. He stops right above her panties and stands on his knees in between her legs. They never kissed because the man does not do that with sluts like Avery. She's by far the worst he has ever been with.
He looks down at the pathetic woman and can't help but compare it to her.
"C'mon you're married too, you're no different." The man just roughly turns her around and rips off her panties. He pulls his gray sweatpants down together with his underwear and immediately pounds into her. Avery screams with both pain and pleasure as he fucks her like a whore she is.
"At least mine knows I never loved her. What about you? A loving husband and children are waiting at home and yet here you are." He grabs her hair as he gets in deeper making her a moaning mess. He halts his movement as he knows she's at the brick of her release. She cries.
"Beg for it!" He demands.
"Fuck you!" She says, breathless but she knew she wanted it and she knew he was going to give it to her. He spanks her ass.
"C'mon, I don't have time." The man getting impatient. Her face in the pillows also getting impatient. He spanks harder and she moans louder.
"You know I can get another bitch like you out here and get rid of my blue balls..."
"and I can get another asshole out here to finish what you can't." She states. "Beats me!" He pretends to leave by taking his length out of her but she stops him.
"Please...master...fuck me." He smirks and immediately buries his length into her and immediately begins to pound her to an extent that her head lightly beats the beds headboard.
"You're lu...lucky you do it ss..so go...good bas...ahhh."
The night passes by with sweat and moans and screams.