He Chose Her, So I Claimed My Name
Ilona
The help eats in the kitchen. Take the apron off, at least. It smells of dirt.
I looked down at my apron. Greywater had eaten off that dirt for three years.
End of Chapter 1
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveThe help eats in the kitchen. Take the apron off, at least. It smells of dirt.
I looked down at my apron. Greywater had eaten off that dirt for three years.
End of Chapter 1
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