The interview. 

Episode 1 

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“If you go to war, I’m going with you."

She interlocked her hands to his. 

" I won’t leave you and that’s the truth Denise...” 

She continued

“People that care should matter to you,not those that don’t care”

       Denise looked into her eyes, a burning desire flared up in him and he moved closer to kiss her, their tongues meeting each other. 

He made her lie down on the bed as he pulled open her robe slowly.

 Melanie had never shown any guy her naked body.

But with Mr Carson it was different, she was ready to do it with him, she wanted him to be her first, 

she enjoyed how her body vibrated to his touch. 

He kissed her everywhere her hands, legs and breasts, giving her love bites on her neck he realized that he was fully turned on. 

He had planned for it all along or rather hoped as he brought out the CD’s in his pocket that he had kept there in preparation and taking off his shorts  he slowly wore the condom on his cock. 

she seemed a little nervous but she wasn't going to deny the burning urge that seemed to want him more.

     “This is my first time..” 

He kissed her talking lips…

”I will be gentle” 

He breathed…his hardness slowly entering her, Thrusting upward over and over. While they gasped. 

Finally after a long while their was a wave of satisfaction. 

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MELANIE WALTERS POV: 

I had woken up from my hard bed, at about 6:30am arranging my ruffled hair. rushing past my annoying Elder brother Michael who seemed to be busy in the kitchen annoying me as usual.

“It's soo early and here you are making my kitchen look unfit for human use” 

I scolded.

Looking at my direction for a second and mixing his messed up honey and ginger tea, he laughs at what I knew wasn’t funny at all. 

“Melanie, I paid for all this, this is my house remember?. Let’s not personalize the whole thing” 

I scoff.

“Your house indeed, talk about personalizing” 

Pretending to ignore me he went straight to the living room to relax and have his tea.

“What’s for breakfast sis” 

My little brother Kyrmen asked as he entered the kitchen, his dark eyes looking drowsy. 

 Kyrmen was just Ten years old but looked like a fourteen year old teenager. 

It ran in our blood I guess, The looking  older than our age stuff. 

      “Have you even brushed your teeth and here you are asking me for breakfast” 

He forced a smile

 “Fine I’ll brush”. 

I was  like the mother of the house, I loved my brothers so much I guess that’s why I was able to keep us together even when my parents had died a long time ago. 

We all lived through various hardships, been maltreated by many of our aunts and uncles who felt we were burdens. 

But Michael and I worked hard and even got enough money to rent up a house. 

       When my parents died in a ghastly car accident, I remember feeling like all was losy, I Lost my faith in the universe, I felt terrible and I also wanted to join my parents where ever they were. 

It was that bad, but the strength from Michael and his will to move on gave me the strength to move forward against all odds. 

Some times I wonder if my brothers would ever survive without me, because I knew that I wouldn’t survive if they ever got hurt. 

Now the big issue today was  my job interview at about 9am. 

I had applied for a maid job at one of the biggest mansions in Grundy, I needed to get this job because over here in Grundy it seemed really hard to get a reasonable job Even at the age of 18.

The mansion was big and beautiful, I felt like I had entered a castle, There were fields and Orchards even a big garden too.  

 “Good morning”

 I greeted one of the guards who looked a bit approachable, he stared at me in acknowledgement 

“Who?” 

“My name is Melanie, I came here for the job interview” 

At first he looked confused but later he nodded

 “oh the interview..” 

I was ushered in by one of the maids in the mansion, she seemed pretty nice and way older than I was 

“Please remain here in the courtyard, Mr. Carson would be with you shortly” 

She made me sit down on a brown colored chair. 

But a certain curiosity rushed in

” Madam” 

I asked

 “why isn’t the head maid interviewing me, why should the owner do so?” 

She smiled

 “Well over here it’s Carson’s choice or none, you would understand if you do get the job” 

She ended, looking at me from my head to toe. 

I felt a little scared, the house, the maids even the chair I sat on intimidated me. 

I started to feel suffocated, this usually happened whenever I got nervous. 

Anxious rather.

     Few minutes later I heard footsteps behind me.

I wanted to turn to see who it was  but on second thought I faced forward.