Thread: Struggle In Paradise [Randomthingslover1 & Boyo111]

21 December, 2015 Dear Diary, Destiny is a cruel being.One never knows how quickly it can change.You go to sleep, thinking that tomorrow you will wake up and do this and that, but then instead of your alarm you hear the sirens and one minute you have millions beyond reckoning then next nothing.Seems surreal right? 25th December, 2015 Dear Diary, Christmas was supposed to be the day that all of us would be together. Dad had cleared his schedule, we had planned to decorate the tree together! Rhys had even bought the star.And luckily, we did celebrate it together. Unfortunately, it was with without a tree or wine, and with Dad behind the bars. 1st January, 2016 Dear Diary, A month before people were begging me to come to their new year party, but now, nobody is even looking at me.Is it because of the fact that I am not the daughter of the rich billionaire, or perhaps, that Dad was a corrupt man.It doesn't matter but it just hurts.Seeing dad behind those bars, seeing Rhys cry at night-the walls of our new apartment are thinner than paper.I can hear him sobbing and he can hear me.I am trying to be strong.As strong as I can be.But I am drowning, with no one offering me a life boat.I need to find a job.A job which would not only pay my tuition but also my brother's fee.I might have to quit college. I dont want to.How can I? But Rhy can't quit school.. 8th January, 2016 Dear Diary, Mr.Cyril offered me a job.One that would not only ensure that I keep going to college, but also give me enough money to pay Rhys's fees and put away as saving.Only requirements, go to college, come back home with his son, dress as a skimpy maid and work there.I work there from Monday to Friday, From Friday afternoon to Monday morning I get off.But it's humiliating. It's embarassing. 10th January, 2016 Dear Diary, I accepted the job.I had no other option.. 17th January, 2016 Dear Diary, It has been a week since I have worked here and I can't begin to tell you what kind of people live here.There are 10 maids, but I'm the only one.Others are maid sluts.They have no control over anything. These men, chauvinist dogs can do anything to them.I ca-- Kat, Master is calling you to serve dinnerA soft voice spoke, as Katherine closed her pen and safely hid her diary in her bag.I'm coming, Eva-Is everything okay?Katherine asked, noticing the light bruising on her arm.Ye-Yeah.You should hurryEva sniffed, sitting on her bed in this cramped up maids room.She wore only an apron, something that came with being the maid slut.Katherine felt bad for her, as she tied her hair band, her brown wavy hair pulled into a neat low ponytail. She felt embarrassed due to her 'uniform' , a skimpy maid lingerie that changed everyday.Today it was a partial see through bra which pushed up her breasts, with a tiny skirt that ended just below her sex, revealing her black stockings clad leg with high heels.Sighing softly, she walked out, trying not to get lost. There were three types of rich people.The one who were happily rich, the one who were corrupt rich like her dad and then the one who were the rich which abused their power like the Cyrills.Jacob Cyril, father of two, was one of the most richest and influential man this town had seen.Some why did he choose to live in the secluded wooded area of a small urban town.His answer was simple.To create his own personal heaven. His house, his riches, his sons-Everyone envied what he had.There were many rumours astray as to what happened behind the closed doors of his mansion.Some accused him of different kinds of depravity or simple snobbishness but not even in anyone's wildest imagination could they even reach the border of the depravity went there. His green eyes flickered to the brunette walking hurriedly over to them.His newest doll to his harem. He had liked her at once when his son had recommended her.Seeing the way she muttered an apology and took the bottle of wine from the butler, he could see why both of his sons were enamored by her.Yet this doll lay unbroken, untouched, unattainable. He had still not made her their maid slut but he had managed to get her into that uniform.He could get her out of it.Till then, they had to keep their aacts under control, so as to not scare her away.It annoyed him, but it was a necessary evil. So, as I was saying, the tailor now has a bimbo measuring sizes! Imagine! The blonde is dumb as stick.She kept muttering sir, sir, and brushing her boobs against my chest! I just wanted to give her the cock she so craved, right up her ass.He laughed at his comment, his tone clear that the very idea of women working seeming repulsive to him.His eyes spotted her standing in that sexy lingerie and he could feel the frustration what both his son might feel.Just to tease them, with something they couldn't have.You have one job! And that is to keep our glasses full.Yet I see my son's glasses empty.You disappoint me Katherine He spoke, his expression turning stern. Katherine was busy trying not to roll her eyes at the story he just told. How can he speak like that? What did he think women were for? Just breeding? What kind of an asshole thinks like this?His comment took her by surprise as she nodded, walking towards the men and pouring wine on their glasses.The very act was humiliating to her, but it was for her brother. Her grey eyes didn't look at either of the men as a naked woman came with a platter of buns for them.Katherine felt bad for her, as she sighed softly. Paradise never lasted forever,not even for Adam and Eve.