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"Oh god... oh yeah," Brie moaned from ecstasy as Mr. Benson thrust himself into her core repeatedly and fast-paced with her back against the glass wall of the shower cubicle and her legs wrapped around him.

This was what she wanted. This was what she had been craving for, for several weeks and now she was getting it. In the shower; one of their favourite places to get it on.

He pinned her hands at either sides of her head as he thrust in and out of her with low grunts as the water rained down on his back.

Brie threw her head back, tightening the grip around his waist as he continued to wildly plunge into her being.

Suddenly, to Brie and Mr. Benson's surprise, the questioning sound of Mrs. Benson's voice had penetrated the door of the bathroom, as she called out his name.

Alarm had replaced the passion that had been filled in Mr. Benson's eyes a second ago as he hurriedly detached himself from a shocked Brie who now nearly lost her balance from the unprepared detachment, after being held in mid-air for so long.

He immediately gaped at Brie and half-whispered with rage, "You said she left!"

Brie nodded frantically, "Yes, I saw her leave. I don't know..." She trailed off when Mr. Benson immediately turned away from her in anger as he covered his mouth with both hands with only one thing running through his mind;

He was screwed.

Mrs. Benson walked into the room and realized that the shower had been running, and asked, "Taking a shower?"

She heard him reply, "Yes," then he asked, "About to leave?"

"Yes, but I forgot my phone." She walked over to her side of the bed, opened the drawer and grabbed her phone. Then she announced after pressing a couple of buttons on it, "Wait, let me show you something."

"Coming in here?" He immediately asked as she began to walk towards the bathroom and she replied,

"Mmhmm."

Mr. Benson silently panicked whilst Brie had frozen in utmost shock.

Was this really it? Was Mrs. Benson finally going to find out about her husband's infidelity with her? Had she even prepared for this day?

But before Mrs. Benson could even make her final four steps to the bathroom door, Mr. Benson suddenly walked out of it, olive green towel wrapped around his waist and water running down his jet black hair.

Mrs. Benson asked surprisedly, "Oh, done already?"

"I was in there for long. Show me." He nodded at her phone, praying she wouldn't develop an ounce of suspicion.

She stood beside him and showed him a picture of a gold necklace, then another of a diamond one. "I still haven't made up my mind yet. D'you think she'll like the gold one or the diamond?"

Mr. Benson had only tried to minimize the rate at which his pulse had been accelerating, but it seemed as though luck wasn't on his side because, as his wife awaited his take on it, he had lifted his head up from her phone. Lying right beneath his bedside table was Brie's crumpled uniform.

The insane, horny girl had left her uniform right in the open and was trying to bring his marriage to shambles.

"Diamond." He randomly picked as he went round to stand before his wife so his back was facing the rest of the bedroom, working hard to prevent her gaze from landing on the maid's uniform.

"Diamond? Why not the gold one? I thought the gold would be fine."

Mr. Benson nearly audibly sighed. All he wanted was for her to just disappear from the room. But she was being her typical indecisive self by asking him to choose between two things, and then asking why he hadn't chosen the other because she had preferred the other.

If she had made her choice already, why had she bothered to ask for his opinion?

"Because the diamond one stands out better than the gold does." He gave an answer.

Mrs. Benson returned her gaze to her phone to inspect the two pictures once more.

Brie had her arms folded and a scowl on her face as she followed Mr. Benson's orders to hide in the corner of the bathroom without making a sound. He warned her not to even think about putting up an attitude or coming out of the bathroom. Knowing Brie, anything was possible.

As Brie crouched hidden in the corner, she reflected on the months she had spent as Mr. Benson's lover. The passionate nights filled with mindblowing sex, him listening to her crazy talk, the mindblowing morning sex; all of which had happened anytime Mrs. Benson had not been around.

But the times that Mrs. Benson had been around, she had just been a simple maid to Mr. Benson. He couldn't say those sweet things to her, couldn't slap her arse when she walked by, couldn't grab her, couldn't even talk to her. She would become close to a stranger to him while he treated his wife like the Queen of his heart in front of everyone. Whereas she, Brie was always hidden.

The jealousy boiling beneath her flesh could heat up any liquid as her hatred for Mrs. Benson grew wider and wider each passing day.

She was tired of the fake smiles, allowing Mrs. Benson to talk to her like she was trash while they both fucked the same man. The man in charge. The only difference was, her fuck kept him begging for more. If Mrs. Benson was indeed good at giving her husband pleasure, why had he come running for her? He wouldn't need her. He didn't love Mrs. Benson.

But what made her somewhat annoyed was that he didn't love her either.

Well, did she want him to?

Mr. Benson held the door open for his wife before she lifted her gaze from her phone, "You're gonna be late." He told her.

As if just realizing that she would be late, she let out a breath and began to walk out of the room, then blew him a kiss. "See you later."

"Take care." He said and closed the door.

Just then, he grabbed Brie's uniform from the ground and turned around, only to find her coming out of the bathroom.

He glared at her, "Are you trying to end my marriage here?" He threw her uniform to her when she had gotten closer to him, now wearing her tube bra and pantie.

She managed to catch it right before it hit her hard in the face, and retorted, "Your marriage ended the day you slept with me."

"And now I'm saying we're done. Can't you get it through your thick skull?" He asked while repeatedly jabbing at his head.

"I love my wife." He added.

"You fucking know you don't. Why are you lying to my face?" She folded her arms on her chest as jealousy rained over her like a waterfall. He couldn't be serious. If he loved his wife, she wouldn't even be in the picture. She deserved to be by his side, not his wife. His wife was just an intolerable, rude and egoistic woman who cared more about her authority over her maids, than she did for her husband. She did not deserve him like she did.

"I don't plan on cheating anymore." He said as he put on his white shirt and began to button up.

She approached him, with her uniform in the crook of her slender arm as she reminded, "But you don't get the kind of passion you want from her. You get it from me. Do you really want to throw it all out the window?"

He turned to face her, "I just did, now get out before I lose my temper."

"Why are you doing this?!" Brie demanded, her voice squeaking at the last word. "What happened?"

"I told you." He answered rather calmly, putting on a pair of dark brown pants. "I want to be faithful, she deserves that. She's been nothing but good to me but here I am cheating on her with the maid she assigned to us. It's over between us."

"Oh yeah? So what would you call the sex we just had a while ago? Just five minutes ago, what would you call it?"

Mr. Benson sighed, buckled his belt then returned his gaze to Brie's, "I really don't have time for this. Listen to me and get the hell out. I have work."

Brie remained still, as she digested Mr. Benson's words. He wanted her out. Wanted her away from him as he rode in the sleigh of sunshine and butterflies with Mrs. Benson to the land of happily ever after.

Well he had to be completely insane if he thought that she would allow it to happen. Those months she had shared with him, she had shared with no one else. He was her everything, despite the twenty-five year age difference.

She had never devoted so much time, patience, body and soul to a man. She had never risked anything in her life for anyone, but this man. If she didn't know any better, he wasn't just sex on legs for her. He had been taking care of her mother when Pierre hadn't been able to, had been giving her everything she had asked for, regardless of what it had been or how much it had cost. Even when she had told him that Lara was her good friend and had a great voice, he had asked to hear it the next morning at breakfast, which he had, when Lara had sung Wildest Dreams, and Perfect with Sam, Mrs. Benson's younger brother. He had later offered to look into what he could do to help her begin a musical journey. He had done all that for her sake, but now he didn't even want to see her face.

It hurt to see him treat her this way, like she was just some fuckbuddy or a sex machine, when he was practically way more to her. Even his presence alone could make her jiggy.

If she didn't know any better, she would say that she had fallen for the man. Fallen hard and deep.

She began to walk towards the door, furiously putting on her uniform as she blinked back fresh tears that had wanted to gush out like raging waves.

She wasn't one to cry, and she definitely wasn't about to be. If this man thought she would go down without a fight, then he didn't know her like she thought he did.

Mrs. Benson was to blame for all of it, she thought. Mrs. Benson was the barrier between Mr. Benson and her. She was an obstacle, and obstacles needed to be removed.

Mrs. Benson was an obstacle that needed to be removed at once.

Brie left the room and marched down the hallway, failing to look back otherwise she would have caught the figure that had been lurking down the hallway, and had been listening to her entire conversation with Mr. Benson.

The person immediately speed dialed a number, and after seven seconds, began to speak into the phone, "Hey! Yeah listen up, I don't have much time. You wouldn't believe what I just found out."

After a pause, the female figure clarified, "No, this isn't about Lara and Jayden. It's about Brie, and Mr. Benson."

"Yes! Brie and Mr. Benson." She said, after the person on the other end had apparently asked a question, "Brie is sleeping with Mr. Benson!"

She shook her head whilst saying, "I promise, these people don't know what's coming to them. If only they knew..."

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A/N: I'm honestly sad about what's to happen soon, butttttttttt, such is life? Ughhhh. Who is this Missy Mysterious? And who is on the other end of Missy Mysterious' phone call?

A/N: If you've made it this far, I've got no other choice but to bow down to you, Royalties. You are Great and supportive people, thank you so much ily all.

*RIP Tim Bergling, popularly known as Avicii. When I saw the breaking news yesterday, I couldn't stop gaping at the Tv screen. I loved your music sm especially Wake Me Up and The Nights. You will never be forgotten. RIPP*

The Nights.