Chapter 31 – The Pregnant Maid
Aisha never woke up early in the mornings, so she was surprised when she opened her eyes and saw the first light of dawn seeping through the curtains. Outside she heard the busy shuffling of the morning crew - the chimney sweepers, carriage drivers, or whores who stayed on the street late till night and found no success. She looked at the wooden grandfather clock with its hands fixed on the number 6.
Aisha turned and saw Gray sleeping softly, eyes closed, his hair brushed to the side.
Ah, my lovely future husband, she took a finger across her cheek. I’m finally with you now.
He was completely naked, and so was she. Last night had been the best night she had ever spent in her life. He made her come thrice, and he dumped at least two loads of powerful semen inside her. Oh, how she loved it when they hit the climax. Each time her mind would go blank, and her nipples would almost tickle from the sensation, and her body would shake up.
Aisha gently removed the sheets and sat on the bed. She got a nice idea to prepare Gray his breakfast. She didn’t know much cooking, since she left that worthless stuff to the maids in her house, but now that she had someone she loved, she suddenly wanted to do something for him.
Besides, that’ll make him love me even more.
She walked out of the room, naked. Last night she had taken a good look around the house and found out there were only two people in it. Just Gray and his maid. There was nothing to feel shy about.
But when she found opened the privy chamber doors she found Lyla squatting over a chamber pot. She was completely naked, just like her, except for the fact that she had a bulging belly. If Aisha did her calculations right she was at least six months. And she could see from her the stretch marks on her belly, as well as those awfully large areolas.
“Oh, Lady Aisha,” Lyla smiled. “Can you stay outside till I empty my bladder?”
“Right,” Aisha said numbly, then closed the door.
Lyla wasn’t pretty according to a noblewoman’s standards. Aisha was sure of it. So she had a better chance of winning Gray’s heart than the dumb maid.
But…
She touched her breasts. They were pretty small compared to what she saw in Lyla’s. Perhaps they’ll get a little bigger during pregnancy, and she could give Gray a handful during bed.
Still better than the maid…
The door opened at the same time. Lyla came out, still naked. “I’m sorry Lady Aisha, I didn’t know you would wake up this early. I’ve cleaned the place, and you can come down if you want some morning tea.”
She started to walk, but Aisha gripped her. “Are you always like this?”
“If you are asking whether I always pee, no I do not.”
“No, dum-” Aisha stopped. She had to remember the bitch wasn’t just a maid. Her mother had almost slapped her for insulting Lyla. “I meant whether you walk naked around here?”
“Oh, sometimes. Only on the top floor, because no one is allowed into the top floor except for Gray and his…lovers.”
“B-but, Gray sees you.”
She looked more surprised than her. “Why…yes.”
Aisha stopped, trying to figure it out. “So…you still do it with Gray? Even when you are pregnant?”
“I don’t think six-month pregnancy affects sex,” Lyla looked almost annoyed. “Besides, Gray likes it.”
Aisha felt like someone slapped her in the face. Gray likes it?
She had spent the whole last night thinking Gray enjoyed every moment the two of them were in bed. She thought she was the special one. Her mother had said Gray ignored most women after they were pregnant, but Gray invited her again. That was a sign…except it wasn’t.
“A-are you the only one Gray does that with? You know, post-pregnancy sex?”
“He does it with both me and Andria, sometimes both of us in the same bed,” Lyla said, carefully releasing her hand from Aisha’s grip. She looked at her strangely. Maybe because Aisha was frowning harder than she thought. “There are some women who visit him occasionally. But he has asked me to turn most of them down.”
Aisha felt like someone was stabbing her in her crotch. Gray had other lovers? No, she couldn’t let that happen.
“And from now on, you’ll follow a new order,” she said, using the same tone she used to address the dumb servants in her mansion. Perhaps her mother was too soft, it was time to remind the servant who the master was. “Stay away from Gray. I’ll be with him now. If you really think about him then you can surely use your fingers for it, but do not get into his bed. You understand me?”
Lyla stared at her for a while, then she chuckled.
Aisha clenched her fists. “Are you ignoring me?”
“Not at all, just found it funny.”
Aisha raised her hand, then brought it to the woman’s cheek. She was waiting for the sweet sound of the slap, but Lyla gripped her hand easily. For a pregnant woman, she was damn strong.
“Listen here Aisha,” Lyla tightened her grip while she talked. “Just because I respected you doesn’t mean I’ll be your bitch. I have been every man and woman’s bitch for thirty-five years but not anymore. After Lord Julius’s death, Gray had given me one-third of ownership of this property, so you are in my house. So you are speaking to your mistress.”
“Let me go!” Aisha tried to pull back. When she couldn’t, she raised her other hand to claw her, but Lyla grabbed it easily and pushed her to the wall.
“Just because I still have some kindness left in me, and you remind me of my awfully dumb daughter, I’ll forgive you. Just this once. The next time you insult me, I’ll make sure Gray kicks your noble ass right out of the main door.”
She released her grip, and Aisha felt shivers in her back at the woman’s large eyes. The bitch was crazy.
“Now once you are done pissing, come down for the morning tea,” Lyla turned back. “And I may be kind enough not to poison you.”
She walked away, not looking back, and leaving Aisha dumbstruck at the corridor.
She looked at the naked pregnant woman walking out, and when her emotions gathered, her first thought was, Damn, that woman has a big ass, and her second thought was, That bitch is going to die…by my hand.