HEY YOU. YEAH YOU! (don't throw the tomatoes at me yet! i know i'm rubbish but, umbrella guy, back off for a sec, please?)

You know how we hit back with a bang! But firstly, I owe you guys an apology for my lack of consistency and credibility. I've let you down so many times, and I'm really sorry. From the bottom of my heart. I'm here to make up for lost time.

Basically, I've been piling up chapters to have the most regular updating scheme to put huge smiles on your faces. (TRUST ME BABES, YOU'RE NOT READY. PLEASE GETCHUR HELMETS AND ARMOURS. The last couple of months have been an ENTIRE RIDE but I'm back for GOOD. FR THO.

And I'm also going to be editing the first 24 chapters because DAMN, I cannot spend two minutes reading that shiz.

If you're still here (can i bow down to you now?) say hi right here! or a statement i know you by. Say A n y t h i n g inline. Hugs? We're about to rock this place again. And we have SO MUCH to talk about. Let's talk after this chapter ight? hold your horses.

PREVIOUSLY ON IAYMNM (what you've all probably forgotten *moon face*)

IAYMNM: "Jayden took several ste-"

Readers: WHO THE HELL IS JAYDEN? WHAT HAVE I MISSED? IT'S BEEN LIKE, FIFTY YEARS.

IAYMNM: author; maya (@thecertifiedbawse)

Readers: I thought she like, died or something. and i thought sarfh was the author.

IAYMNM: "Today also happens to be the last day of our thirty day rule," Lara glanced at him-

Readers: IS SHE THE ONE FROM JAIL? NO WAIT SHE'S ACC THE PERSON SLEEPING WITH MR BENSON.

IAYMNM: "He kissed her."

Readers: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, PORN? THERE ARE 11 YEAR OLDS ON THIS SITE. PLEASE.

IAYMNM: "He covered her with a blanket."

Readers: Don't you think this should be rated mature?

IAYMNM: "They made love."

Readers: I can't wait to have sex with my boyfriend tonight. He's like, the cutest and we've been together for 175849553 hours but it feels just like yesterday!

Lmao Okay to the Real 'Previously', to refresh OUR memories. (it happens to authors as well)

- Last chapter ended where Dana, the dark-haired latina maid who's the closest to Lara, the female mc, bumped into Pierre, (good guy, great cook, brie's bruva, has a thing for Lara) with a tray of food she had prepared for the gardener.

- Brie mischievously smiled when Mrs. Benson began to drink the orange juice she, Brie, had included in the woman's breakfast. (Brie, maid who's crazy about Mr. Benson, planning on taking out Mrs. Benson)

- The 6 consistent maids are apparently divided into two groups; #teamgood consists of Lara, Dana and Emma. #teambad consists of Brie, Ella and Katy.

- Lara and Jayden (male mc) have their first outing as a couple but slightly get sidetracked by Lara's ex, Drew. But Jayden assures Lara that Drew has no idea what he lost.

- The only people who know about Jayden and Lara's relationship are Dana, Brie, Emma(twins with Ella, attracted to girls), Katie(closest to Brie but falling onto #teamgood) and Mr. Benson (found out about them when he caught them in a tight embrace in front of the quiet room one late night, and had a talk with his son.)

- Lara recounters a story that Jayden had told her, where his then-girlfriend had cheated on him in college with her ex and had left him broken-hearted.

- Also, Lara and Jayden had a thirty day rule where they abstain from any sexual contact to build on their emotional connection. They're on their final day. What will happen?

- Ella claimed she had a dream where Mr. Benson was cheating on his wife with an apparent maid. And Brie suspects Ella knows something which the others don't. She vowed to clear e v e r y obstacle in her way.

- Mr. Benson is getting blackmailed by a mysterious someone with his secret affair avec Brie which he ended ages ago, excluding their shower sex scene which almost got him found out by his wife who had to return to the room for an item.

- Someone living in the house is sending information to an outsider who claims that the household isn't ready for what they have in store for them.

CHAPTER 43- HER DUMMY

They held each other's gazes for what seemed like a minute before she broke the gaze to glance down at the mess she had caused on his shirt.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I-" she brushed her hands over his shirt to clear the amount of mess her hands were able to, but he grabbed her hands, the suddenness of the clasp directing her gaze back to his as he spoke,

"Relax, it's okay."

"No, it's not," Dana countered, tracing her eyes one more time over the mess she had caused. "Come with me," she grabbed his hand as she directed him away from the main door, using an alternative route around the house to get in.

"Where... are we going?" Confusion laced his words as the young dark-haired latina led him on a path he hadn't been introduced to, with her hand gripping his, and her curly hair bouncing left and right like a hypnotizing clock.

His gaze fell upon the heavenly view in front of him before swiftly returning to her eyes as she had turned her head to him saying, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay," he said, "Where are you taking me though?"

She cautiously pushed open a tall white door he had never seen before, and slipped into the hallway it presented, hand still in his as she made him follow her lead.

Dana whispered, "Brie can't know what happened. She'll torment me for ruining her brother's 'expensive' clothes."

"It was a simple mistake," he reminded, disregarding Dana's amusing mindset.

"Not to Brie. Or Mrs. Benson. Or Katy. Or Ella," she walked down the hallway and stopped right at the door that bore the inscription, 'Rachel and Lara'.

"Lara's room?" he asked surprisedly as she slipped in and stepped aside for him to enter.

"Yes," she closed the door behind him, "She's not around, and the other girls won't come in," then she hurriedly began to unbutton his shirt, her quick pace taking him by surprise.

"You don't have to-"

"Ssshh," she panicked, momentarily placing her palm over his mouth, the smooth texture of his lips oddly welcoming the softness of her palms as she explained in a whisper, "Keep your voice low before someone hears you."

Then she returned her hand to his shirt and pushed the hems of his shirt to the sides of his broad chest, then pushed the collars down behind his broad shoulders, eventually pulling the shirt down his toned arms.

She returned to a standing posture after seizing the stained shirt, then noticed that his pants had also been stained by the sandwiches.

"Oh no, your pants as well," she dreadfully announced and Pierre glanced at his stained flap, before returning his gaze to hers,

"You want me to take it off?"

"It's," she hesitated, "stained so I gotta clean it too. Hurry."

Pierre paused for a second, before obliging to her request as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, Dana failing to keep her eyes steady as they darted from his working fingers to everywhere else in the room.

He shrugged out of his pants, revealing strong, toned legs in black boxers, then handed a gulping Dana the piece of clothing.

She nodded, "Alright, wait here. I'm gonna get the coffee stain out then I'll put your clothes in the washing machine and ask Emma to help me with the mess at the door before someone sees it. I'll be right back."

She proceeded to open the door after his enthused nod, but halted, "Wait," then she marched towards the closet shared by Rachel and Lara and pulled out a dark green shawl.

"This is mine. Here," she threw it at him, "Ju can wrap it around your waist and wait. I'll be back soon. And I'm locking the door," she walked towards the door and stepped out, then locked it.

After discreetly leaving Pierre's clothes in the washing machine and having informed Emma about the dilemma, Emma aided Dana by cleaning the mess at the door and keeping Pierre's presence to herself, as Dana rushed to replace the ruined sandwiches and spilled coffee, for the gardener who had appreciated her extra effort.

The girls hadn't suspected a thing. All they had said was that Dana had been clumsy because she had the hots for the middle-aged gardener, which of course, Dana had declined.

Pierre sat down on the bed which happened to be Lara's, shawl wrapped around his waist, gaze wandering over the carefully laid bed. His eyes landed on a piece of paper that had been sticking out from under one of the pillows. He reflexively drew the folded paper closer to him, and the contents of the letter had shocked and confused him;

You're most beautiful when you smile. I hope this puts a smile on your face. Love, Jayden.

"Jayden?" his thick brown brows knitted in confusion as he stared at the neat handwriting. Why would Jayden be writing her a note? And of this content?

Had something been going on between them? Was that even a possibility?

Pierre's mind dated back to the other day he had come to see Lara and had vigorously been questioned by Jayden who had oddly seemed concerned about his relationship with Lara. The questions, the facial expressions, the chuckles, the grunts; it had all begun to make sense.

He had been jealous. Jayden had been jealous because he had had feelings for Lara, and obviously still had them.

"God, I'm such an idiot," Pierre desperately ran his fingers through his brown, silky hair, a magnitude of questions inhabiting his mind. If it was true that Jayden had feelings for her, did Lara feel the same way?

His moments with Lara, cooking for her, watching movies and sharing aspirations, had she simply been leading him on? Was it pretence?

Was he simply overthinking what could be a mere gift?

He remembered the conversation they had engaged in when he had taken her out that fateful day;

"It's tiring. I just really need a new environment to work in."

She had already explained to him why she had been searching for a new job, excluding her adventures with Jayden, "I would honestly work anywhere else. Anywhere away from that house."

Pierre gave it some thought as he held his coffee cup close to his lips and narrowed his eyes on Lara. "I'll definitely see what I can do," then he asked what he had been meaning to since they had left the house, "Why was Jayden asking so many questions about you? Are you two close? Closer than you should be?"

The croissant Lara had been holding with a white tissue had nearly fallen from her hand once Pierre's question had hit her. She could sense the suspicion in his voice, and being the bad liar that she was, wondered if she could pull off a lie.

She lowered the croissant and mustered the courage to look him straight in the eye as she replied, "No. We're not close."

Just then, Dana pushed open the door and locked it swiftly. She walked over to his side with a plain white shirt, "I got this from Sam. You can wear it."

Pierre turned to Dana and he decided to ask, "Where's Jayden?"

Dana stared at Pierre for a couple of seconds before opening her mouth to speak, "Uh, Jayden's out with his friends."

"Where did you say Lara was?" his next question was immediate and sprung with suspicion.

"She's at her mother's," Dana fought hard to maintain his searing eye contact as she told the lie, "She... she went to see her mother this morning and will be back in two days."

"Does her mother happen to be called Jayden?"

Dana stuttered, "W- what?"

"Is Lara with Jayden right now?" Pierre's eyes never left Dana's as his hypnotizing orbs sought complete honesty. He needed to know.

Needed to know if he had been Lara's dummy all along.

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A/N: Do you think Lara led Pierre on or he got ahead of himself? Should Dana be honest with him?

LET'S TALK. seriously tho. how are you doing? who needs a hug? ily.