{ MR JENKINS!!! }
"Alfredo take off the underpants too!" Abel screamed.
"F**k you" Alfred replied, and everyone stood.
"Cancel the wedding if you don't want me to commit murder!" Rita shouted.
Empress Elsa and president Billy walked to the stage, and Alfred gave them a defiant look as he smirked.
"No matter how hard you try, we're here already, and nothing is gon' change!" Empress Elsa spat and picked the ring from where it fell.
She gave it to him, and he scoffed.
"Take it from me and wear it on her finger if you don't want to see MOVE automobiles crumble!" She ordered, and Alfred dipped his fingers in his hair frustratingly.
"We were doing fine on our own without having to have this wedding mum!" He shouted.
"Take the ring!" President Billy snapped.
"Dad this is....
"Take it!" President Billy said again, and he took it angrily.
He made to wear it for Rita, but she refused to give him her finger.
"Your finger, Rita" Mrs Byram said, coming on stage too.
"Mum!" Rita shouted, rolling eyes at Alfred.
"Your finger!" Mr Byram shouted, and she angrily gave her finger to Alfred.
He took it and slipped in the ring.
"To hell with everyone!, Argghhhhh!!!" She screamed and didn't bother to pick her gown from the ground.
She ran out of the hall immediately.
Alfred put on his trousers and left the hall shirtlessly too without speaking to everyone.
"Thanks for coming everyone!, Wedding over!" Abel shouted, clapping his hands in the air as he walked out of the hall.
"Finally it's over" Empress Elsa smiled, facing Mrs Byram.
"I know, right?" Mrs Byram replied as they hugged.
"Welcome to the Jenkins family" president Billy said.
"My pleasure" Mr Byram replied as they shook hands.
•••
<GAMBLING HOUSE>
Kristen walked into her room painfully, her face scrunched up as a result of the pains coming from her burnt @ss.
She forgot to lock the door behind as she walked to her small bed and took off her trousers.
She slept on her chest and started fanning her stinging @ss with her right palm while crying loudly.
The swell gets bigger each time Rocky burns her @ss with the iron, and it's particularly her left butt, so the left butt is bigger than the right.
It's as if the sting gets worse as she fanned, so she started crying slowly.
She got down from the bed and walked to the bathroom where she sat in a bowl of water.
That calmed it down a bit, and she started hiccuping slowly.
"Why did I have to get trapped in a place like this?, Huh?" She muttered tearfully.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and one of the gamblers barged in.
She spranged up from the bowl of water she's sitting on, and immediately he saw her naked lower body, he smiled.
"Name your price, let's have some fun" he said and started coming closer.
Kristen got a towel from the top of the stall and wrapped it on her @ss quickly.
"Don't come closer!, Don't!" She warned.
"Come on, don't be shy" the potbellied man smiled as he took the last step to her.
Kristen lifted the bowl of water and poured it all on his face.
"What!, Was that not the water you were sitting in?" His eyes widened.
"You asked for it, stupid man" she replied, and he grabbed her hair.
"Let me show you how stupid I am,, wench!" He spat and started trying to remove the towel from her waist.
Kristen grabbed his right hand and spun around, cracking a bone.
"Argh!" He yelped, and she flipped him over the toilet seat.
"F***k!!!" He shouted painfully.
Kristen removed a knife from her bra and was about to stab him when...
"Kristen!" The voice of one of the thugs called from the room, and she lowered her hand.
"Today is not your day" she said and left the bathroom.
"Boss wants you in his room" the thug said, and she started wondering why.
To get another burn on the @ss???
She put on a flowing free yard skirt and left the room.
She knocked on Rocky's door before entering, and she met him with his closest friend, River.
"Pack your things, your mission will change as from tommorow" Rocky said, and she blinked.
"Change?"
"I found you a new job as a maid in the mansion of newlyweds, the richest people in this country" River said, and her eyes widened.
"Jen...kins?"
"Now you know, it was hard lobbying for it, but the most important is you going in there to be a maid and also steal treasures from them, for me" Rocky spoke, and she swallowed.
At first, she didn't know how to feel about it, but now that she thinks about it, it's better.
At least, she won't have to get burnt by the pressing iron anymore, no more rape attempts by the gamblers.
"Yes master" she bowed quickly and left the room.
She returned to her room and started packing her few clothes in a small old bag.
The moon slipped in through her small open window, shinning directly on her face.
"Dear moon, make me happy" she muttered, and her pale lips curved into a slight smile.
•••
<SAME NIGHT~JENKINS FAMILY ESTATE>
Rita was already in the paradisiacal mansion when Alfred came in.
Their things has been moved in since last night and arranged, so the only problem right now is living together under this same roof.
He ignored Rita and started climbing the stairs, but she stood and talked.
"Hey he-goat, listen to the rules and regulations of this house"
Alfred stopped and looked back, rolling eyes at her.
"No noise, I hate noise like mad!, That's number one. Number two, no littering, I hate dirtiness! Number three, I get to order the maid to cook whatever I like, and you must eat it weather you like it or not" she said in a rush, and Alfred clapped three times.
"Congrats for that stupid statement, want a medal for it?" He smirked.
"Earth has a population of over 7 billion, and I had to meet the biggest loser imaginable, poor me" Rita replied.
"I think your brain has been addled by too much greasy food, lower the oil level in your foods so your brain will develop" he replied, and she took off her flip-flops .
She threw it at him, and he caught it before it could get to him, then he threw it back.
It got Rita's head, hitting it hard.
"Not sorry" Alfred smiled and started climbing the stairs.
"Wait for me lickspittle!" She picked the flops and started running to him, her black hair flowing prettily behind her.
Alfred smirked and took to his heels, running away before she could get to him.
"Alfred he-goat!!!!"
•••
<NEXT MORNING~TAMARA'S MANSION>
Despite being Alfred's junior sister, Tamara got married before him, and as expected, it's a loveless marriage too.
She's married to Metawin, the only son of the richest CEO in Thailand.
The marriage happened ending last year, and they've been living together like total enemies, always fighting.
The maid was already dressing the dinning table with breakfast when Tamara came down in a thin bum shorts and tank top, showing off her navel.
Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and she's wearing a pretty smile.
"Breakfast is ready, ma'am" the maid gestured, and she sat gracefully, inhaling the air.
"Hmmm!, Just what I was craving!" She said sweetly, opening her eyes.
Immediately she took the fork to start eating, Metawin came downstairs, looking so hot in his PJs.
If there's one noticeable thing about him, it's his rare curvy lips, so tempting.
He sat across Tamara, and they didn't even talk to each other cos she was already eating.
She took a cursory look at the dishes and faced the maid.
"This isn't what was in the timetable" he said.
"Ma'am changed it" she replied.
"Ask her if she's on drugs" Metawin said.
"Ma'am, he said are you on drugs?" The maid faced Tamara.
"Tell him he's the one on drugs here" Tamara replied, eating another fork.
"She said you're the one on drugs" the maid faced Metawin.
"Clear this table, and make what's on the timetable" he said.
"If you try it, I'll bury you alive" Tamara said.
"I'm commanding you to clear it" Metawin said.
"Clear it and I'll clear you" Tamara replied.
"Clear it!"
"Don't!"
"Clear it!"
"You dare not!"
They started arguing, and the maid held her ears.
"Boss!, Ma'am!" She screamed in frustration, and Yvonne came in.
Yvonne is Tamara's bestie, also a model like her.
"This isn't over yet" Metawin spat and went upstairs immediately.
"You should convince your dad to allow a divorce, is this even a marriage? It's always like this anytime I come here" Yvonne said, dropping her bag on the couch.
"Does it look like dad will listen?, He forced my brother into a loveless marriage yesterday too!" Tamara said.
"You didn't attend the wedding" Yvonne said.
"Why would I when I hate Rita Byram so much, we both hate her cos of her bossy attitude in the modelling industry!, That brat!" Tamara said angrily.
"The wedding was chaotic, they stripped on stage" Yvonne laughed.
"I don't even wanna hear a thing about it. I'll go change, it's almost time for the photoshoot" Tamara replied and stood, walking upstairs.
•••
<CLINTON'S MANSION~8:30AM>
Maybe because the owner of the house is a quiet person, the environment is damn silent too, and no single sound in the whole house except the sound of brush on a board, going swish swash.
Clinton is in front of the board, swiping the brush carefully on it to bring out his preference.
He wasn't smiling, and he wasn't frowning. His face is the poker type, and he has headphones on.
He suffered from autism when he was young, but it got better during his teen days, thanks to his doctor.
He hates going out, all he does is stay in his mansion all day, painting and drawing.
He became friends with Alfred and Abel cos they attended the same elementary, and they rarely even talk except if they come visiting.
He was still painting silently when the door made the opening sound, and Abel came in, carrying his six years old son, Bright.
"Hi uncle Clinton!" Bright waved brightly.
Clinton waved back with a slight smile as Abel dropped Bright.
"You didn't come to the wedding yesterday, are you even normal?, Your friend's wedding" Abel said, walking to him.
"Do I have to come?" Clinton replied blankly.
"Of course, what if you were made the MC" Bright chipped in from behind them.
He was already holding a pencil.
"Drop it, that's my favorite" Clinton said.
"I want it" Bright replied.
"Hey Young Thug, drop it" Abel said, and Bright squeezed up his face.
Before he knew it, he started crying.
"I want the brush!!!"
"Oh gawd" Abel muttered.
"Fine, have it" Clinton sighed.
"You're the best uncle Clinton, but not like my dad" Bright replied, wiping his fake tears.
"Why aren't you in school?" Clinton asked.
"Common sense uncle, today is Sunday" Bright replied.
"Oh I forgot" Clinton muttered.
"Back to the matter, so you won't come on my wedding too if I plan one?" Abel said.
"Alfred's wedding wasn't a wedding . I saw the video, it was madness" Clinton replied, and Abel started laughing.
"Madness of the year, so should I send a b**ch here tonight?, You need to f**k bro!, How can you be a virgin at 27!" Abel said.
"He might want to be a Reverend father" Bright talked again.
"Really?, Should I get the form for you?" Abel laughed.
"Leave, I don't want to talk to you both" Clinton replied.
"We're spending half of today here, and I'm inviting one of my babes over to bake a cake" Abel said.
"What!, No" Clinton's eyes widened, but the lady came in immediately, looking s*xy
"Baby!" She gushed, rushing to hug Abel.
Abel spanked her @ss, and Bright giggled.
"I hate you Abel" Clinton muttered.
"Dad I need a babe too" Bright said.
"Young Thug, no babe for now ok?, No babe" Abel replied as he started entering the kitchen with the lady.
"Big @ss!" Bright said.
"Nah!" Abel replied.
"Daaadd!" Bright pouted as they finally entered the kitchen.
"Uncle Clinton, I can actually connect you with the mother of my friend in school, she's single and searching" he said.
"Shut the f**k" Clinton rolled eyes, and Bright started laughing as he resumed his painting.
•••
<JENKINS FAMILY ESTATE~9AM>
The doorbell rang, and Rita rushed to get it.
It's exactly who she has been expecting, Marcel!
"Babe!" She rushed into his arms, hugging him tight as he raised him off the ground, swaying her.
"I've been waiting!" She pouted immediately he dropped her.
"So sorry baby, was sorting out some things" he said, and she smiled before kissing him.
"I missed you" she whispered.
"Same here" he replied, kissing her again.
They went to the living room together, and while he sat, she straddled his laps, placing her head on his chest.
"Where's the bastard?" Marcel asked, caressing her @ss.
"He's upstairs, I have no business with him" she replied, and Cassandra came in that moment.
She's her manager in the modelling world.
"Cassava?" Rita said.
"It's Cassandra" Cassandra replied.
"Whatever, why are you here?" Rita frowned.
"You're shooting the airport look by 10, I sent you the schedule last night" Cassandra replied.
"And now you want me to leave my baby to go shoot a darn airport look?, I complained about the brand they choose for the shoot, the dresses are too tacky, how can I look like a ruffian in a picture!" Rita shot.
"But the agency will...
"I'll handle my agency myself, leave!" Rita cut her off, hugging Marcel tighter.
Cassandra heaved, and her eyes met with Marcel's.
They winked secretly at each other, and she left the house.
Immediately she stepped out, Kristen stepped in.
"Goodmorning here" she greeted, and Rita looked up with another frown.
"Wait .. the maid?"
"Yes ma'am" Kristen replied, and Rita walked to her angrily.
An hot slap greeted Kristen's face, and she gasped.
"Ma'am?, Do I look like a ma'am?" Rita boiled.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Jenkins" Kristen replied, and Rita slapped her again.
"Ah!" Kristen fell on the door, her cheeks swollen already.
"Still don't know the right words to say?" Rita glared meanly.
"I'm so sorry miss" Kristen sniffed.
"Good, now why the f**k are you late on your first day!, Heard my dad hired you through professional means, but you aren't acting it" Rita said.
"I was..... I mean... The car broke down on my way here.." Kristen explained.
"Idiot!, Get into that kitchen and make me some pancakes!" Rita shouted.
Kristen dropped her bag on the ground, and Rita gasped.
"Get this filthy thing out!" She shouted.
"It's my...my bag" Kristen stuttered
"So what?, Throw it out!" Rita barked, and Kristen thew the bag out of the door.
"Have you even showered for months?, You stink!" Rita covered her nose.
"What!" Kristen gasped.
"What?, Wanna slap me?" Rita glared, and Marcel came closer.
"Babe, let her go please, pity the poor girl" he said, hugging her from behind.
"That way" Rita pointed at the kitchen, and Kristen rushed there.
Marcel turned her to himself, then they giggled before they began kissing hard.
Their lips locked so hard as they walked upstairs, and they entered Rita's room together, shutting the door.
Alfred came out of his room that moment, pocketing his hands as he walked downstairs.
"Give it to me Marcel!, Ohhh!"
Rita's loud moans flooded his ears as he walked past her room.
"Her ringtone and a barking dog, no difference" he muttered as he walked downstairs.
Meanwhile, Kristen climbed a stool in the kitchen, trying to bring down the flour for the pancakes.
The flour is in a bowl on the topmost shelf, and she's not as tall, so she used the stool.
Even on the stool, she was still standing on her toes.
Immediately she grabbed the bowl of flour, her hand slipped on it, and it fell from the shelf, landing on her head.
The whole flour poured on her head, making her white like a freaking ghost.
At the same time, Alfred entered the kitchen, and immediately he saw her that way, he froze in horror.
"F******k!!!!!!!!, No!!!!!" He screamed horrifically, fainting on the ground immediately.
"Mr Jenkins!" Kristen rushed to kneel beside him, forgetting the flour on her face and body .
"Mr Jenkins!!" She shouted, and that woke him up, but immediately he opened his eyes and saw her again...
"AHHH!!!" He screamed, passing out again.
"Mr Jenkins!"
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