I’m just his maid, he’ll never love me… dresses, my cheeks a rosy shade of pink. Dropping a crumpled tissue on the floor to give him a peek as I bend over to pick it up. Spending half my salary on expensive perfumes just to give him a whiff of me as he rushes past. Anything to make him grab me and kiss me as he does to Stacey! Instead, all I ever get is a polite smile when I pour his morning coffee. The only time he notices me is when I burn his toast. Then his eyes turn…
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