One more time to make it right

Working as a maid for the MacPherson's

"Alice, go and serve Mister Carson tea in the garden. Make two cups. he has a visitor

"Yes, Miss Grace," Alice sat up. She had been lying quietly in her quarters and resting when the head maid, Grace, came. She grumbled and got up from bed; she had just wanted to get a nice sleep right before Grace came. She could have sent anybody else; the other maids are not busy. It was clear she was purposely targeting her.

She went and prepared the tea while mumbling. After she was done, she brought the tea to the garden where Sir Carson was staying.

Carson was the only son of her boss, MacPherson. The MacPhersons were a very powerful family. They're wealthy and well-connected in the government and military. The MacPhersons were a huge family, and they had five girls with their nephews and cousins visiting now and then.

She heard from the other maids that serving in the MacPhersons' family wasn't easy. The children look down on us and mostly don't talk to us with manners.

Tomorrow will make it the first month Alice started working as a maid in the MacPherson family. She was very excited about the salary. The MacPherson family pays their workers very well, which was one of the reasons why she decided to work here.

When she reached the garden, she became nervous. This was the first time she would be interacting with Carson. Over the one month she was here, Carson had traveled and only returned today. From what she heard from the other maids, Carson was bad-tempered and hated clumsy people. But he wasn't all that bad and mostly treats everyone equally, so long as you don't get on his nerves.

In the garden, a man was sitting calmly and talking with a woman that was sitting opposite him. The girl's eyes sparkled now and then, and she looked like she was flattering the man. Alice's eyes settled on the man who was very handsome and lean. The clothes he was wearing were most probably branded judging by their qualities.

"Sir, here's your tea." I interrupted. The girl looked at me in displeasure. She was blonde-haired and wore thick makeup. Her clothes were from a famous brand, but they weren't decent; she was basically half-naked with her cleavages showing.

It seems like the rumor I heard was true; it was said that Mister Carson was a womanizer and normally sleeps with different girls. But he rarely brings them to the house though.

The girl, who was likely one of his mistresses, tried to shoo her off. "Pour the tea and go; you are interrupting us," she said angrily. Unlike the other mistresses, she was someone with status and believed she had more chances with Carson than those hungry bitches. She was a bit arrogant and felt angry that this stupid maid interrupted them. And when she saw that the maid was very beautiful and had a well-rounded shape, she became angrier.

Alice ignored her and started pouring the tea; in the process, her hand shook, and a small bit of the tea poured on the girl's clothes.

Pah!

"How dare you! Do you know how much I bought these clothes? You can't afford it even if you save up for ten years," she cursed. Alice touched her burning cheeks feeling and winced in pain. She felt very bitter; it was just a very small negligible amount that poured on her. It doesn't warrant the slap.

"Hey, why did you hit her like that?" Carson scolded.

"Can't you see what she did to me?"

"You could have just scolded her; we don't hit people here," he said angrily.

"I am sorry," she pretended to be unhappy, acting cute.

"And you," Carson said, facing Alice, "you have to be careful; you should stop being clumsy. Next time such a thing happens, you are going to hate me. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Now go!" He ordered; Alice nodded and left the garden; she was feeling pained; this was the first time anyone had slapped her. In her father's house, she was pampered; her father used to be well off, as they had been a happy family. Both parents had taken good care of her and her siblings until he was murdered. That was when her life changed. His boss claimed that her father had been stealing the company's funds and had seized their assets.

Her mother resorted to borrowing, and now she couldn't repay the loan shark. They started demanding she pay them or they will take her daughter.

That was why she decided to work for the MacPherson family. So she can raise enough money to repay the loan and also help pay her siblings' tuition fees.

She went back to her room. "Why are you looking like this Alice?" Clara asked. She was also a maid and had been in the MacPherson family for a year now.

"Oh, it's nothing. I got sand in my eyes," she lied and went to the wardrobe. It was getting late, so she wanted to wash up before going to sleep.

"Come on Alice, stop lying, tell me the truth; you look like someone that has been crying. Do you think I am a three year old you can deceive anyhow?" She insisted.

"There's really nothing wrong; it's just that I was slapped."

"What! Who slapped you? It's not the head maid, right? If it's her, you have to report to Missus MacPherson. She is a good woman and is very upright; she wouldn't hesitate to punish even the head maid."

"No, it's not her," she replied.

"Oh, who is it then?"

"It's that woman with Mister Carson," she answered.

"That bitch Lisa, don't mind her; she thinks she is the future madam of the house but she is just daydreaming."

"Oh, you seem to know her."

"Yes, I heard about her while eavesdropping on the conversation between the MacPhersons' girls. They said she was a gold digger. Her family was slightly well off, and they have a connection with the MacPhersons' family. Their family had a problem recently; I heard they lost lots of money."

He is a neat freak

"That's why she is latching onto Master Carson like a cow flea; she wants to marry into the MacPherson family since that's the only way she can help her family. What a gold digger."

"Don't speak like that; she was just trying to help her family."

"Why are you even defending her? Didn't she hurt you?"

"I know, it's just that she reminded me of myself."

"Don't compare yourself to that bitch; you aren't anything like her," Clara insisted.

"Okay, I have heard you; I want to bathe now; it's getting late." She dragged herself to the washroom; she slid inside the bathtub and felt relaxed. She had been working throughout the morning and hadn't rested a bit.

Next day, she woke up early in the morning as usual. She attempted her morning chores. As usual, Grace gave her extra work. Throughout the day, she tried to avoid Carson. She didn't like him one bit, especially after what happened yesterday.

In the afternoon, she was walking down the long corridor when she saw Carson coming from the other end. She immediately turned and started heading in another direction.

"Hey you! Stop there."

She turned slowly. "Are you calling me Young Master Carson?"

"Yes, why is it that nobody cleaned my room?" He asked angrily.

"I cleaned it yesterday," she replied.

"Is that how you clean a room? Wait, I remember; you are the maid from yesterday."

Her face burned red, and she looked away.

"Oh, no wonder. Just go back to that room, and this time, clean it properly." He ordered. She begrudgingly went to his room and started cleaning it again while cursing him in her mind.

After she was done, he came to inspect it before nodding in satisfaction. She left his room tired and went straight to her quarters.

"So the Young Master made you reclean his room?" Clara laughed when she heard what happened.

"You think it's funny? That guy is clearly targeting me."

"He is not targeting you actually; he is a neat freak. Maybe he had some activities with that woman last night," Clara said with a straight face.

Alice's face burned red. "What activity? You should stop being lewd. I thought you said he doesn't bring girls to the house."

"Yes, I had already explained that girl's case; she always visits here quite often. Missus MacPherson won't know anything; maybe she sneaked in at night."

"That Carson is an asshole; he only knows how to live life."

"That's not true; that's because you don't know Young Master Carson. He is a very capable man; I heard he used to serve in some special force, and right now, he has established his own company, and I heard he makes billions every year. He is very capable, and madam and sir are very proud of him. His only problem is that he is a womanizer. But it's normal; every man has flaws."

"So he is that capable?" She was surprised. She used to think that he only lives off his parents' money. It seems like she had judged him wrong.

"Whatever, I just want to wash up." She didn't continue on the topic and went to the washroom.

It was late in the night, and Alice had retired to bed after a stressful day. she woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. There was no water in her room, so she had to get from the kitchen downstairs. She was wearing only lingerie, and it didn't cover her body well enough. After struggling within herself, she decided not to change. It was nighttime, and it's unlikely that someone would be walking around at this time.

Immediately she arrived at the kitchen, she was shocked by what she saw. Carson was standing there holding a knife, and it seems like he wants to cut himself.

"What are you doing, Carson!" She shouted and tried to take the knife out of his hands.

"You, go back; don't dare come closer. It's none of your business here."

"What nonsense are you talking about; give me the knife!" She ignored his orders.

He became furious. "Don't you listen! And what are you doing here at this time?" His mouth smelled of alcohol. The smell was quite strong; he must have drunk a lot.

"Why did you drink so much alcohol; don't you know it's not good for the body and also why are you holding that knife and looking like you want to kill yourself." She scolded angrily.

Carson stared at her, his mouth wide open in shock. After a while, he calmed down.

"She left me." He whispered.

"You can tell me what happened. Maybe it will help you release your stress." She urged. Under the influence of the strong, he talked.

"Her name is Angela. She was the love of my life. Her family was a little bit well but it was nothing compared to mine. Her background wasn't that good though; her mom was a former pornstar. My family had already prepared a fiancé for me, yet I was ready to reject them just because of her. I was ready to weather the storm and fight for our love, ready to defy my father."

"People warned me against her, but I wouldn't listen. And now she has betrayed me with my best friend. And when I confronted her, she told me she doesn't love me and was only after my money." He growled.

Alice felt so sorry for him. It must have been hard for him. He had even gone against his parents just because of her and was ready to fall out with them. This showed how much he loved her and how willing he was to fight for his love. That Angela is so cruel.

"I am really sorry to hear this. But I was thinking, what if she did it because you are seeing other women?"

He shook his head. "She knows, and said she doesn't have a problem with that, and besides I don't do it in public."

Alice thought that the girl was really a gold digger. If the girl truly loved him, she would have been bothered by his womanizing ways.

One Night stand with the MacPherson's only son

She started talking to him, convincing him that he would still find a girl that likes him. "Besides, this might have happened for a good reason," she added.

She didn't say much after that. Carson had calmed down, and considering he was drunk, he might not even register everything she said. The two of them sat on the kitchen floor, each with their own thoughts. Carson was the first to speak up.

"Can you please help take me to my room?" He requested. I nodded immediately; considering he was drunk, he might not be able to find his way to his room. She helped him up, holding him across the shoulder; she helped him to his room.

Inside the room, she helped him to the bed, but he stumbled and the two fell on top of the bed with Carson on top of her. She tried to push him away; her face was burning hot. But he remained unmoving and didn't even budge. He raised his head and looked at her.

"I didn't know you are this beautiful, Alice," he said, staring at her body.

It was then that Alice realized she was wearing only lingerie. 'Wait, did he just call her by name? How did he know her name?' Carson's voice woke her from her thoughts.

"Why is it that I never realized that you are this beautiful?" He muttered. She tried pushing him again. This time he grabbed her hands and started leaning closer.

'What's he doing? Oh my God, what is he doing?' she was scared and tried to free her hands from his; she realized how helpless she was; Carson's hand was very strong. He planted his lips on hers. Immediately, all strength left her body, her struggle started becoming weak. Carson kissed her deeply; his hands went around her body as the kiss intensified.

She felt a passion like she never felt before; she slowly fell to the pleasure. In the next moment, Carson's hand moved skillfully to her vagina. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to protest. He sealed her lips with his mouth; the sounds of moaning and cloth tearing continued into the night.

Early the next morning, Alice woke up; she was feeling pains all over her body. She looked at the bed and saw the small stains of blood. 'So it really happened?' she thought. Her first time was just like that. She didn't know how to feel.

Carson, who was lying beside her, felt her movement and woke up. He looked at her in shock and hurriedly put on the bed lamp.

"What are you doing here? Did you seduce me, you whore."

"How dare you, after forcing yourself on me, you dared to accuse me of being a whore. Do you think I wouldn't willingly give out my first time just like that?"

Carson paused; he started recalling what happened last night, and when he saw the blood stains on the bed, he realized she was a virgin.

"Shit, what have I done?" He murmured. Turning to Alice, he pleaded. "I am very sorry; I was drunk last night; I swear it wasn't intentional; I can make it up to you."

"No need; I think it's better we just forget it." She said, blaming herself silently. She believed she was partially at fault. If she had struggled with all her strength, maybe she could have escaped. But instead, she was filled with passion and very reluctant to stop him.

She stood up and saw that she was naked, causing her to blush. Carson stared at her intensely.

"You are really beautiful, Alice; if you like, I can keep you as my mistress." He suggested. She glared at him and didn't say anything, completely ignoring him. Carson went to his wardrobe and brought out female clothes.

"Here, wear this; you can't go around naked, right?"

She glared at him. "Where did you get this?" She asked.

"It was left here by Lisa." He answered with a straight face.

"You womanizer," she cursed and hurriedly wore the clothes; luckily it's a pajama and a pink singlet; it was still early, and if she successfully sneaks out of the room with no one seeing her, then she can just claim she went anywhere.

Luckily, no one was outside; she hurried down the corridor and tried to sneak inside her room.

"Where are you coming from?" A female voice sounded. Alice was terrified and paused. It was Karen MacPherson's eldest daughter.

"Miss Karen, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water," she lied quickly.

"A glass of water?" She stared at her suspiciously. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. What else would I be doing at this time?"

"Whatever, just get out of my face." She waved her hands. Alice ran out of her room immediately and heaved a sigh. Luckily, she didn't notice her funny movements, or she might have deduced something.

"Where are you coming from, Alice?"

She was startled by the voice. She turned and saw it was Clara.

"Oh shit! You scared me, Clara."

"Where the hell are you coming from? I didn't see you when I woke up." She asked worriedly.

"Oh, that, I went to the garden for a walk; I just want to get my mind off something."

"Is it because of what happened yesterday? You know you shouldn't bother about it."

"Yes, I know. Don't worry; I will try not to think more about it." She headed to the wardrobe to collect her clothes while trying to walk as naturally as ever. Luckily, she didn't notice anything and was doing her own thing. Alice collected her clothes quickly and hurried to the bathroom.

She didn't like lying to her friend Clara, but this time around, she had to. Luckily, she didn't notice anything. She slid inside the bathtub and allowed the water to caress every part of her body. Yesterday night had been exhaustive, and they had done it more than once.

She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the experience, but she knew this isn't something she can indulge in. With Carson's identity, if news about it leaked, she would be in for hot soup.