Boss Maid - S01 E58

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 58

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Vanessa’s Residence

Vanessa ended her call, expression satisfied. “Sydney’s been secured,” she told Kimberly. “Foolish enough to walk out of that conference without her guards.”

Kimberly hugged her mother tightly. “Finally. Finally, the bitch got what’s coming to her.”

The television flickered on in the background, and both their attention snapped toward it as the conference footage played — Evan’s introduction, Ariana walking through the spotlight, the kiss.

Kimberly’s jaw dropped. Her fist clenched hard enough to shake, and she snatched the nearest object — a decorative vase — and hurled it at the screen, glass and plastic shattering across the floor.

“I’m going to kill that homeless dog,” she snarled, storming toward the door.

Vanesss caught her arm. “Not yet. You need to lay low. Your own video is still trending, remember?”

Kimberly wrenched free, only for Vanessa to grab her again, and this time Kimberly finally broke, sobbing into her mother’s shoulder.

“I love him,” she cried. “He’s the first person I’ve ever actually loved, and he HAS to love me back. I’ll clear every obstacle in my way. Even if it means finding a way to make him love me, force it if I have to.”

“Calm down,” Vanessa said, stroking her hair. “Don’t ruin the plan. We deal with Sydney first. Then we move on to her and her sister.”

Kimberly’s sobs slowed gradually.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Vanessa added. “I already got rid of her fake parents. I’ll find her real ones too, and I’ll get rid of them as well.”

Kimberly finally calmed, and it was only then she noticed the sharp sting in her thigh — a shard from the shattered vase had lodged itself there. She winced, pulling it free, and glanced down, startled to see her thigh looked fuller than before.

Her ass too.

She smiled despite the pain.

All for Evan.

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A Beach

Evan lay stretched along the sand beneath a private tent, Ariana’s head resting against his chest, both of them sipping cocktails, phones switched off beside them.

Her bikini did absolutely nothing to hide the shape he’d been quietly obsessing over for weeks now, and his hand rested comfortably against her hip, squeezing gently now and then.

“Why’d you pick something this revealing for me?” she asked.

“Because I’m the only one who gets to see you in it,” he said simply. “Your body’s mine to claim.”

She flushed, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“I’m taking you to a spa tomorrow,” he added. “You should look beautiful. For me.”

“You’re spoiling me too much,” she said, smiling.

“I want to,” he said. “I want to spend everything I have on you.”

Her chest tightened with an unfamiliar warmth. She’d never been treated like this — not once, not in all her years at Vanessa’s, where the only constants had been dishes, lashes, and hunger.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“You’re not going to cry on me, are you?” He wiped a stray tear before it could fully fall, and she laughed, shaking her head, fingers playing idly through his hair.

“Look at that,” he said suddenly, pointing toward the water.

The moment she turned, he spanked her lightly, her full hips bounced and she took off running down the shoreline, laughing.

“I’m going to KILL you!” she shouted, scooping water and hurling it after him as she gave chase, both of them laughing breathlessly until she finally caught up, exhausted.

He let her sweep his leg out from under him, falling deliberately, pulling her down with him, and she landed on top of him — until he flipped their positions smoothly, hovering over her instead, something deep and unspoken burning in both their eyes as he kissed her.

She kissed him back hard, hands roaming his back, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Tonight…” she whispered against his mouth.

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A Dilapidated Building

Kimberly kicked the broken door open, horsewhip in one hand, a small bottle in the other.

Sydney, tied to the pillar, eyes wide with terror, flinched at the sight of her.

“You’re not going near him again,” Kimberly said, closing the distance, emptying the bottle’s contents over her.

Sydney screamed.

The whip came down hard, again and again, Kimberly’s fury pouring out with every strike, the image of Evan and Ariana’s kiss still burning behind her eyes.

Sydney’s Skin tore and her agonizing scream filled thr whole building.

“Arghhhhhh”

“You will stay away from him,” she snarled. “You will NOT marry him. Do you hear me?”

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Justin’s Place – Evening

Justin moved through his kitchen, making a small plate of snacks, trying — again, uselessly — not to think about her.

She’s hard to get over, he admitted to himself, glancing at his phone for the tenth time that hour. He wanted to call. He didn’t.

I’ll try harder tomorrow, he told himself, though his mind stayed on her the whole evening regardless.

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Evan’s Mansion

Evan carried Ariana through the front door, lips still on hers, shopping bags forgotten and abandoned on the dining floor as he made his way upstairs, tearing her jacket free along the way, leaving her in nothing but the bikini.

He laid her gently on the bed, hovering above her, and the kiss deepened, unhurried and consuming.

His mouth found the hickey at her neck, deepening it further before capturing her full b9obs in his mouth, while playing with the other one.

“Mmmm, Evan..”

He Sucked harder on the second one too before her pink n8pples came out of his mouth wetly.

He trailed kisses down her belly and she held his shoulder closing her eyes as the sensation hit her hard, she’s fuckin’ dripping.

Evan pushed a finger inside her while licking her clit and the juices off.the friggin’ strawberry taste.He fingered her hard hitting his fingers har Inside her before curving it upwards.

“My Evan…Mhhh My fuckin’ ruin…”

His finger went in deeper and his tongue curled around her cl1t

She jerked, dripping more.

This feeling she doesn’t want it to stop, she want more of it.

“You’re fuckin’ tight and sinfully sweet” Evan groaned licking more.

“More, Ruin, Moreeeee” She screamed.

And after several long minutes, he pulled back just enough to look at her.

“What do you want,” he murmured, voice low.

She met his eyes.

“Fuck me hard,” she said, “till I forget my own name. Till the only thing I remember Is his pierced highness buried deep and cûming hotly inside my little tight pû*ssy ”

TBC.