Taken By My Boss

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. The sun was shining through the blinds, making lines on the dusty floor of the big house. I was doing my chores, focused on cleaning, when the doorbell rang. I sighed and wiped my forehead. Who could it be at this time? It was only three o'clock, and Mr. Hathaway didn't have any meetings.

I walked down the hallway in my cleaning shoes, feeling nervous. I looked through the peephole and saw my boss, Mr. Hathaway. His gaze made me feel a thrill. There had been some tension between us for months, but we had never talked about it.

I took a breath and opened the door. "Mr. Hathaway," I said, trying to sound calm.

He looked at me, his eyes hungry, making me aware of my maid uniform. "Emma," he replied, his voice deep. "I didn't expect to see you here."

I stepped aside for him to enter. "Mr. Hathaway," I whispered. "Do you need something?"

He walked in, his eyes on me. "Emma," he said, his voice lower, "I'm here to check your work."

I felt my cheeks heat up as he got closer, his scent strong and alluring. "Everything's clean," I said, my voice shaky. "I just finished upstairs."

He looked me over, his gaze lingering. "I'll decide that," he said with a smirk, walking past me.

I followed him upstairs, my heart racing. The tension between us was strong. We reached the master bedroom, which I had just cleaned. He looked around carefully. "Very good, Emma," he said, but his tone hinted at something else.

He turned to face me, stepping closer. "But I'm not just here to check the place," he said softly, brushing my cheek with his fingers. "I've noticed how... eager you are."

My heart raced. I knew what he meant, but I didn't want to believe it. "Mr. Hathaway, I'm just doing my job," I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm. "Is that what you call it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand sliding down my back. "Or when you bend over, letting me see?"

I struggled to find words to protest, but my body was reacting to him. "Please," I whispered. "We can't."

He held me firmly, his gaze intense. "Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see it in your eyes, Emma. You want this."

I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I begged, feeling confused by my own feelings.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot. "Call me Alex," he said softly. "We're not at work anymore."

Hearing his name sent a rush through me. Alex. It reminded me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. I moaned softly.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I couldn't deny it. His touch sent waves of pleasure through me. "Yes," I breathed.

Alex smiled, his eyes hungry. "I knew it," he said, pressing harder. "You want me."

I squirmed, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. This was wrong, but my body was responding. "Alex," I said, "we can't do this here. What if someone comes?"

He laughed softly. "Then they'll see us. But I doubt that will happen, will it?"

I tried to protest again. "Alex, please..."

He leaned in, his breath warm on my neck. "You can't resist me, can you?"

"Alex, I'm just a maid," I whispered, feeling weak. "You have a life, a girlfriend."

He leaned in closer, his hand pressing firmly. "I know what you are," he said softly. "And I know what you do for me."

With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him away, my back against the wall. I stared at him, shocked. "Alex," I said, "we can't do this."

Alex stepped closer, his gaze locked on mine. "Why not?" he asked, teasingly. "Are you still untouched?"

His question made me panic, but I didn't answer. I tried to escape his grip, but he held me tighter. "Emma," he said, "you're playing games." He tangled his fingers in my hair, tilting my head back.

I tried to push him away again. "Alex, please," I begged.

He stepped closer, his warmth surrounding me. "Why do you resist?" he murmured. "You want this as much as I do."

Before I could reply, he grabbed my wrist, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall. I felt the wall press into my back, but my heart raced. He leaned in, his breath warm. "You're driving me crazy, Emma," he whispered.

I kept trying to push him away, but he was too strong. He held my face, his thumb tracing my lip. "Tell me," he said, "are you still untouched?"

His question made me panic, but I didn't respond. I tried to twist away, but he only got closer, trapping me. Before I could protest again, his hand moved to my waist, pulling me against him. I could feel him pressing into me, and my breath caught.

"You don't have to tell me," he said, his lips near mine. "But I'd like to find out for myself."

You don't have to tell me," he said softly, his lips close to mine. "But I want to find out myself."

Before I could think of pushing him away, Alex kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth easily, making me weak. He held my hair, pulling me closer, as if he wanted more. I tried to push him away, but my body didn't listen, and my arms wrapped around his neck.

Suddenly, the door opened, and we both stopped. Alex's girlfriend, Victoria, stood there, shocked. She looked at us, her eyes moving from us to our lips. For a moment, everything was silent, except for our hearts beating loudly. Then she screamed, breaking the silence.

Alex jumped back, his hand falling from my neck. "Victoria," he said, sounding tense. But she was already moving towards us, angry.

"What is this, Alex?" she yelled, her voice loud in the room. She looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You little slut! I knew you wanted him!"

Alex raised his hands in a calming way, his eyes moving between us. "Victoria, wait, it's not what it looks like."

Victoria was furious, throwing accusations at us. "How can you say that? You're with the help!"

Alex stepped back, looking shocked and guilty. "Victoria, no," he said, his voice tight. "It's not what you think."

But Victoria didn't want to listen, her anger growing. "You disgusting pig!" she yelled, her eyes wild. Then she turned on me, grabbing my arm. "And you! How could you?"

I tried to explain, my voice trembling. "It's not my fault," I said, but she wasn't listening. She pulled my hair back hard, making me cry out in pain. I felt tears coming.

"You're pathetic," Victoria said, holding me tightly. "Both of you."

The pain in my scalp was strong as she dragged me across the soft carpet. I stumbled, trying to keep up with her fast pace. "Victoria, please," I managed to say, my voice barely there.

Alex stood back, looking shocked and interested. He didn't try to help me. It was like he was watching a show.

With a quick movement, Victoria pushed me away, and I fell onto the bed. "I knew it," she said, her eyes full of anger. "You've been after him, haven't you?"

I looked up, my vision blurry from tears. "That's not true," I whispered, my voice shaking. "He's the one who-"

But Victoria didn't want to hear it. She let go of my hair, and I fell onto the bed, the pain in my scalp becoming less sharp. Alex stood in the doorway, smirking. He didn't say anything, just watched Victoria get angrier. Then he left, leaving me with her.

"You little slut," she said, slapping me hard. The hit made my head turn, and I tasted blood. "How could you do this to me?"

Tears fell as I tried to explain through sobs, "Victoria, it's not what you think. He started it." But she was too angry to listen, her fury filling the room. She raised her hand again, nails ready to hit me.

"How could you do this to me?" she yelled, her voice full of pain. "You're just the maid!"

The slap echoed, and the sting made me cry more. "Victoria," I begged, "it's not what you think. He... he started it."

But she was too angry, her eyes full of betrayal. "How could you do this to me?" she shouted, her voice breaking. "You're just the maid!"

Tears stained my uniform. "Victoria," I tried to say, my voice shaking. "Please, listen to me. He's the one who-"

But she wouldn't listen. "You bitch!" she screamed, her nails digging into my cheek. "You think you can just take him from me?"

Through my pain and shame, I tried to reason with her. "Victoria, please," I whispered. "It's not what you think." But she was too angry to hear me. She slapped me again, the sound loud in the room.

My cheeks burned, and I knew if I didn't get away, she would keep hitting me. The worst part? Victoria was my stepsister. The thought of her hate hurt me deeply. But the pain on my cheeks reminded me of the reality. "Victoria," I said, my voice stronger, "you're my family."

Her hand went back, ready to hit me again. "You're not my family!" she yelled. "You're just a whore trying to take everything from me!"

Her words hit me hard. "Victoria," I said, my voice shaking. "It's not like that. I promise."

Her grip on my face got tighter, her nails digging in. "You're lying," she said. "You've wanted him since you got here."

She held my face tightly, her nails digging into my skin. "You're lying," she said angrily. "You've wanted him since you got here."

Feeling a rush of energy, I pushed Victoria away with surprising force. She fell back, shocked, and before she could react, I spoke softly, "No, you're wrong. Please believe me."

But Victoria was too angry to listen. She fell to the floor, acting like a limp doll. The sound of her hitting the carpet made me flinch. "Help!" she screamed. "Alex, help me!"

I was shocked and my hands were shaking. This was a new low for her. I knew I had to leave before things got worse. Before Alex came back and sided with her. Before she made it seem like I did something wrong.

I got to my feet, my cheeks stinging from her slaps. "Victoria, please," I said, trying to stay calm. "Just calm down."

But she didn't calm down. Instead, she started crying loudly, holding her face. "Oh, Alex," she cried, "she tried to seduce you!"

I felt panic as I realized what she was doing. She was pretending to be the victim. "Victoria, get up," I said firmly. "You're causing a scene."

Her cries grew louder. "Alex!" she yelled, looking at me. "She's attacking me!"

My heart raced as I understood the situation. This was a game for her, and I was the one in danger. I needed to leave before Alex found us like this. Before he saw my tears and believed her lies.

With shaky legs, I stepped back, watching her act. "Victoria, please," I begged. "This isn't what it looks like." But she just cried louder, pretending to be in distress.

Before I could say more, Alex burst through the door, looking panicked. "Victoria," he shouted. "What's happening?"

My heart sank as I saw the scene. Victoria lay on the floor, her makeup running down her face. "Emma attacked me," she wailed, pretending to be hurt. "She's been trying to seduce you!"

Alex looked angry and confused, switching his gaze between us. I could see him starting to doubt. "Victoria, that's not true," I tried to say, but she interrupted with another cry.

"You see?" Victoria sobbed, pointing at me. "She's lying!"

Alex looked at me, his face a mix of anger and doubt. I knew he wouldn't believe me with her tears. He moved closer to her and helped her up. "What happened?" he asked, his voice tense.

I took a deep breath. "It's not what she says," I said quickly. "She's not telling the truth."

Alex stared at me, his expression stormy. "What did you do to Victoria?" he growled. "Are you trying to hurt her?"

I was shocked by his words. "What? No, Alex, she's fine. She's just upset."

Alex held Victoria tighter, looking furious. "Upset? What did you do to her?"

"Alex, please," I begged, stepping back. "You're not understanding. She's just playing games."

But he was too angry to listen. He took a step closer. "You're fired," he said coldly. "Get out of my house."

The words felt like a slap. I felt unsteady. "Alex," I whispered, reaching for him. "Please believe me."

Before I could finish, Victoria chimed in, sweetly yet sharply. "No, darling, you can't fire her," she said, wrapping her arms around Alex. "Nobody wants her in my place anyway. She should live here as a slave she is.

Alex looked at me, and for a moment, I saw doubt. But Victoria's hold on him tightened. "Let's deal with this together," she whispered, and his doubt vanished.

With a heavy heart, I turned and ran from the room, my legs shaking. I could hear their muffled voices as I left. I didn't look back, afraid of what I might see.

Tears blinded me as I rushed through the hallway, the mansion feeling smaller and more suffocating. I needed to escape from their accusations and judgment.