Mrs. Benson scanned the room of people who now harboured confused and intrigued facial expressions, “Where is she?” she yelled. “Where is Lara?”

Lara's spine had a shiver doing cartwheels on it as Mrs. Benson's horrendous voice called out her name. What on earth was going on? Why did Mrs. Benson want to see her, especially with such rage?

"Is something wrong?" Kira asked Lara, the same questions running through her mind. Mrs. Benson's voice was drenched in absolute fury.

"I don't know-"

"Lara!" Mrs. Benson maneuvered her way through the midst of people who gave her way when she marched towards them.

Suddenly, the air in the room started to depreciate. The solid walls started to close in, and the warmth had been replaced by coldness.

The minute Mrs. Benson's eyes had landed on Lara, Lara's soul had left the building.

The woman's eyes weren't the usual cocky, self-centered orbs she knew. These were dangerous eyes, daggers metaphorically shooting right from them into Lara's heart.

Gulping, Lara braced herself for what the woman was on about. Had someone set her up just like Rachel had been set up?

Was Brie behind whatever that was going on?

What exactly was going on?

"You!" Mrs. Benson roared. "You conniving girl. I trusted you!"

"Mrs. Benson, I don't understand," confusion and fear washed over Lara as she scanned the room which was now filled with curious eyes.

Where was Jayden? She feared she would have to face his mother alone, especially in front of all these people.

"Oh, I'll make you understand." Mrs. Benson said, pulling out her phone, pressing a button and tilting the phone screen to Lara.

"Explain this!"

Gracing the screen was a picture of Lara from the very night she had dreaded for months. She was in Jayden's room in nothing but the robe Brie had given her. In the picture, the robe had pooled around her feet and Jayden stood in front of her, half of her face showing, head tilted up to hold his gaze. Jayden had blocked ninety-percent of her nudity, only her hip bone and a side boob on display. It was the night Jayden had returned from his trip with Kira, and Brie had advised her to seduce him, having stated that it was her last resort.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mrs. Benson roared.

She had paid this girl to be her son's personal maid. This picture changed everything she had ever thought about Lara.

Lara's lips had parted but no sound had come out of her mouth. She was rendered speechless. How on earth had there been a picture of her from that awful, humiliating night?

Mrs. Benson dragged the phone away from Lara's face and turned it around to Jayden's friends.

"Just look at this!" Many curious eyes got a glimpse of the sensual picture on the screen, shocked and uncomfortable facial expressions spreading throughout, especially since it was Jayden's mother showing it around.

Turning her gaze to Lara, she reprimanded, "You harlot!"

"I-" Lara found her voice, but Mrs. Benson immediately cut her in,

"Shut up!" And with a promising hand, Mrs. Benson landed a heavy slap on Lara's precious cheek.

Loud gasps resonated within the hall and even the music had stopped. People stiffened, wondering whether to leave, interfere or to just stay out of it. The relentless had started pulling out their phones to record the unbelievable scene before them.

Kira rushed to Lara's side, so did Brie and Dana. Katy and Emma had been tasked to locate Jayden's whereabouts.

"Stop this, Mrs. Benson," Kira warned whilst holding a stunned Lara with an arm around Lara's shoulder, "Enough already." A grueling frown formed around the corners of her lips. Kira wasn't 'friends' with Lara, but she definitely was against unjust acts and unjust people.

Dana placed her hand on Lara's shoulder on the other side and Brie stood in front of Lara to block Mrs. Benson's way. "What is your problem?" Brie crossed her arms in front of the vicious woman who had tried to land another slap on her friend's cheek.

Mr. Benson then descended the stairs, the ruckus drawing him downstairs. "What in God's name is going on here?" he approached the centre of attraction, confusion dimming his eyes once he saw the scene before him.

Mrs. Benson turned to her husband in agony, "You would never believe. I received a text message ten minutes ago. It said to be careful of two of my maids. Another message came in with LARA as the subject. It read," she looked at her phone, "you're a naive bitch if you don't think Lara and Jayden are screwing each other."

Murmurs spread like wildfire as Mrs. Benson continued to speak to her stiff husband, "Then the picture came in. Jared, I trusted this girl. I thought she had good morals," turning to Lara, she spat, "She clearly does not- trying to plummet my son back into his past."

"What the hell?" Jayden's voice relieved a teared up Lara as he approached his parents from the entrance door with Emma and Katy trying to keep up with his massive strides. "What's wrong with you?" he demanded as he pulled Lara from the girls' embrace and tucked her into his own embrace as he faced his mother.

"What's wrong with me? Why don't you ask yourself that?" rage compelled her hands into hard fists, "What's going on between you and your personal maid?"

"Everyone out!" Jayden demanded, and soon enough, every soul not involved in the conversation had evacuated the hall in quick strides.

Michael, Brie, and Dana took care of making sure that every single one of the guests had left the house. It took them about five minutes to get them all out.

Jayden defended, "Lara and I grew fond of each other. I liked her ever since I laid eyes on her the night I came home from uni."

"Your personal maid!" his mother's eyes widened further than it should have.

Jayden retorted, "So?"

His mother was taken aback, "So? So? Oh, young man, would you like me to remind you of everything this family has gone through because of your personal maids!"

"Because of my personal maids, you say?" he asked, "Why d'you keep hiring them, then?"

Ignoring his question, she harshly reminded, "Have you forgotten what Florence did to you? Forgotten about the stress this family went through because of," she disrespectfully threw her hand in Kira's direction, "this girl? Forgotten about Meena? About Josey and Tess who sexually harassed you?"

"Mum, watch your words," Jayden raised a warning finger. "Watch it."

Then he asked again, "If you're so concerned about my 'personal maids' why do you keep hiring them?" He asked more specifically, "Why did you hire Lara?"

Why had she kept on hiring personal maids when she knew that it never ended well?

"You want to know why?" she raged, pushing away her husband's comforting hand so she stared closely into her son's eyes. "I hired Lara to test you!"

Jayden furrowed his brows in confusion, "What?" What did she mean, to test him?

She went on, "Exactly what you heard. You came home from school after a long year. A whole year away from home. I needed to test you with a new personal maid."

"I don't understand," Jayden said.

"I needed to see if you would fall back into your old habits, so I hired her to test you. On the outside, it seemed like everything was good. And I thought you had passed the test. I should have been cleverer."

"But," she countered, "it's clearly not your fault you failed. This girl is the reason." She cast a scowl at Lara who now stood at Jayden's back. "I thought I hired someone with good morals, but she proved me wrong! She rather seduced you when she should have been working. From this picture, she's nothing but a cheap girl who's desperate to sleep with you, and you probably gave her what she wanted."

"First of all," Jayden warned, "Don't speak that way about Lara. You have no right." Lara had never seduced him. He had taken an interest in her from the very start.

He had never even had sex with Lara, after all their chemistry. The only time they had been very close to having it was at the lakehouse, when they had been sidetracked by the message about his father's infidelity.

Thinking back to the message about his father, Jayden wondered, had the same person been responsible for the message his mother had just received? What exactly was going on?

Who was behind this?

What were they planning?

Why were they doing this?

"Who sent you that picture?" Jayden asked, his father inwardly sighing his relief that his main concern had been brought up.

The message his wife had received stated that she should be wary of two maids. He was almost certain that the second maid was Brie. He would be a dead man if this story came out.

"Look no further!" A strange, but oddly familiar voice oozed into the hall, coursing through the tension in the atmosphere with the delicate touch of a ballerina.

Everyone turned in the direction of the voice. They kept their eyes glued on the female figure that strutted her way towards the crowd of a family. Her hips swayed like soft waves, clad in a black bodycon dress which was strapless and reached just above her knees.

Her jet black hair complemented her forest-green eyes and smooth caramel skin, but nothing surpassed the charm of her devious smile.

"You," Mrs. Benson's eyes widened in surprise, forehead wrinkling into a threatening scowl, "What are you doing in my house?"

"Quite the welcome, Mrs. B," her exotic accent flowed and her wicked smile caused Mrs. Benson to wither in anger as she glared at one of her son's former personal maids.

The young lady approached Jayden who stood firm, her tall height of 5'10 still not enough for her not to tilt her head up to look into his deep blue eyes.

"Jayden." Her gaze, fixed and dauntless like an alluring cat.

"Josey," he replied, facial expression and voice creamed with deceptive nonchalance. Seeing her now had stirred varying emotions in him.

"Happy birthday," she smiled, using the same sarcastic tone she had used on his eighteenth birthday, four years ago.

She pushed him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees before him.

"Maybe we should-" he tried to say, but she cut in,

"Relax, babe," she hastily unzipped his jeans. Pulling down the front of his boxer briefs, a smirk formed on her lips as she grabbed his manhood.

Stroking him, she flashed him a devious look before she lowered her head and coated him with her mouth.

A groan escaped his lips as the girl who was four years older than him took him wholly in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on his length. He gripped her black hair, freeing the ends of her hair from the hook of her uniform as she pleased him.

She pleased her boss's son, the teenager who had had her as his personal maid, the freaking attractive boy she couldn't serve without getting a taste of.

Mrs. Benson was an idiot to think that Josey would serve him as a personal maid and wouldn't try hitting on that. At eighteen he was a sight to behold with his black untamed curls, dark blue shimmering eyes, pink luscious lips, and amazingly taut physique. He was taller and bigger than her as well.

He was also extremely polite to her. Extremely humble to his personal maid, which had not made any sense to her because she had heard from the older maids like Rachel and Bo that he had had problems with his previous personal maids. Intimate situations that had gotten them fired. That was all she had gotten: there was never detailed information. She wanted him to be intimate with her. The previous maids couldn't handle the situation behind closed doors, but she would do an excellent job at not getting caught and fired.

Eighteen-year-old Jayden moaned as he felt himself near his edge, and with one last look into her green dreamy eyes, her submissive posture and her tight uniform, he released himself while muttering a breathy curse as she swallowed his juices.

Licking her lips after a job well done, she smirked, assured that she had given him an unforgettable present. "Happy birthday, Jay."

Jayden held her amused gaze as she observed, "It seems I have a thing for your birthdays."

Glancing around from the intrigued maids to Kira and the Bensons, Josey mused, "Lucky me."

Jayden deceptively coated his question with nonchalance, "What are you doing here?"

She returned her gaze to Jayden and placed a hand on her hip, "Isn't it obvious?" Glancing around at the defensive and shocked faces, she muttered, "I'm the one," she dramatically slurred, "who's been sending the messages."

"You?" Mrs. Benson gasped. Mr. Benson hardened his gaze, annoyed that this little girl had dared to send him warning messages about his affair with Brie. How had she even known about it?

"How?" Jayden asked, skeptically observing her as she took three slow seductive steps away from him. "How are you responsible for the messages?"

Josey folded her arms over her chest, "There are two others. One is here with us right now. The other, why don't I invite her in?"

Mrs. Benson spat, "What kind of sick game are you playing with us? How dare you try to mess with this family? Haven't you done enough, already?"

"On the contrary, Mrs. Beast, we're just getting started."

Raising her voice so she could be heard better and by everyone, Josey instructed, "Come on out, Tess. Don't keep us waiting."

High heels clicked on the marble floor as the tall blonde in a pink mini dress strutted towards the family gathered in the vast hall. A twisted scowl adorned her face as she shifted her gaze from Brie to Lara, then to Mrs. Benson. "Remember me?"

"I heard a story about your son's past," Brie said.

"Tell it." Mrs. Benson grimly ordered.

Mr. Benson kept his eyes on Brie, his eyebrows pushed together.

What was Brie doing? Lara wondered, as did the other maids.

Brie continued, "I heard he has a very bad history with his maids. He... um," she hesitated.

"Go on." Jayden's low voice drew everyone's attention, and Brie was wondering if she had the courage to do so.

"I heard you always harassed your maids," Brie said, and the three clueless maids gasped. "There was Josey and even Tess. And also this woman who was 23 years older than y-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH." Jayden's father raised his voice, frightening Brie, and the other nine maids.

Mrs. Benson asked, while slowly approaching Brie, "Who told you that?!"

Brie glanced at her left, all eyes on her, and her right, same situation, and she opened her mouth, "Tess did. Tess told us that Jayden had kept trying to make a move on her, but she never allowed him to. She was strong."

"Yeah," Ella backed her girls, "She boasted about how she was able to put him in his place."

"Tess?" Jayden asked, "Is that the story you told them? You said I forced myself on you?"

Water ran down his tense skin in the shower. Josey had been fired a week ago after she had been found naked with him beneath his sheets that morning. They had been screwing each other while spooning, her moans drawing the attention of the person behind the door who had reported them to Mrs. Benson.

Mrs. Benson had barged in right after receiving the news. Luckily for Jayden and Josey, they had already climaxed and had enjoyed the aftermath of their sexual encounter.

However, Mrs. Benson made sure that Josey left the house the same way she had found her in her son's bed; naked and without dignity. Josey was lucky that the gardener had given her a big shirt to leave with.

It had hurt her to leave because she had begun to develop feelings for him. Deeper than she had expected.

Jayden had hung his head in his palms at the edge of his bed after his parents had invaded his room right after making sure the girl was out, to scold the living soul out of him. They roared their anger out, his mother yelling at him for being utterly stupid as he had not taken his past into consideration before having gotten involved with Josey. She could press charges, his mother had said. Did he force himself on her, she had asked.

"No!" he had roared. He wouldn't. He had vowed never to overstep his moral boundaries. He would never touch a girl who did not want to be touched. "It was consensual."

His mother had paused. "If that's the case," she had voiced out, "Then she sexually harrassed you, son. Josey harrassed your poor soul," she had tried so hard to shove it into his brain. "She took advantage of your ill state. Of your mental illness."

"No. I liked her, mum. I really liked her."

"No!" she had yelled at him, stunning the boy, "She took advantage of your situation so she could accuse you of sexual assault to gain money from us. She's a harasser and a manipulator. A stupid brat. Get that into your thick skull."

She had added, "I am so disappointed in you! Why would you allow this? Do you want to send me and your father to an early grave? Did Kira's incident not teach you a lesson? Was the court, the judgement, the monitoring, the apprehension, the community service, the shame, were they not enough for you? Why are you so stupid? Why do you behave like this? Why do you behave like this around your maids, why? Huh?" she yelled at her son.

Mr. Benson placed a hand on her arm, telling her to relax and not talk that way to their son. The boy's eyes had reddened with tears, harsh embarrassment clouding him as his mother had continued to rain degrading insults on him.

"Tess will leave the kitchen and replace Josey. Let's see if you have the guts to lay a single finger on her. You know she will inform me of any single thing that happens and I trust her."

Pain radiated from his body from how his mother had viewed him. But she couldn't sense it, because she had been blinded by her disappointment and judgements.

As the water in the shower rained down on him, he couldn't help but miss Josey's presence. A whole week without her.

After Kira's departure, life had been the hardest. And he had felt the loneliest while surrounded by his parents, a handful of friends and 'luxury', as his mother would commend.

Then Josey had shown up. She had been very forward, confident, and she had actually liked him. She had wanted him, every bit of him, and he had let her have it. He had let her have her way with him. She had grown on him and had made him smile.

Tess had been her replacement for the week and just as his mother had said, she had been strict, followed every single rule his mother had laid out for her. She had never spoken more than three words to him.

As he ran his hand through his soaking hair, savouring the sense of freedom the shower gave him, he opened his eyes after having shut them for a couple of seconds, but cursed immediately, "Holy shit!"

He was not alone in the shower cubicle.

"Sorry," Tess whispered, "I didn't mean to scare you."