Episode 2

I'm serving dinner and like every day since we've been together, the magic word appears after the dishes are cleared.

"Jackeline, I want chocolate," he says, making my face warm with embarrassment because of the way he's being so blatant, without any shame, and I know what he means when he asks for chocolate, he asks for it every day.

"Son, don't you think you're having too much chocolate?" His mother asks. He simply smiles mischievously.

"No, mom, I love my hot chocolate, really hot," he replies, licking his upper lip and making me feel a wave of sensations, inside and out.

"Right away, sir," I disappear into the kitchen. I have to make him his damn chocolate, otherwise his parents might suspect.

I serve it and now he's sitting alone with his father in the living room, discussing a project they have to present tomorrow at the company, a project Cameron has been working on for days.

Cameron is simply attractive, the kind of man who takes your breath away with the intense blue of his eyes, his full lips, and that dominant attitude he always displays.

I've known him since I was a child, when my mother brought me here, he was just a boy like me, but he was so arrogant, conceited just like he is now, but with the difference that now I'm in his bed.

Mr. Bruce Dubois is a very handsome man with an exceptional eye color that attracts the opposite sex. Mr. Bruce is 55 years old but doesn't show it at all, as he's well-preserved. His youthful appearance and attitude make him stand out.

He's different from the rest of the family, as are his mother Helen, who's a saint, and his son.

After taking care of everything in the kitchen with Matilde, my mother has already gone to bed for a while.

My mom has been working here for many years, since I was a baby, so I know everyone in this house. Many secrets are known when you work for people, and we live in a house on the outskirts of the mansion.

I go to my room and my mother is in bed resting. I take a bath while waiting for midnight to meet my prince charming.

I'm very naive, letting myself be carried away by Cameron, by his fire that burns my skin. Just one look from him, and I feel like I'm in heaven. But I know this isn't real because he reminds me every day. His mother would never accept something between us, and I'm not talking about the social difference, but the color of my skin. Jenna is a mean and high-and-mighty woman.

My mother is already asleep, I sneak out like a thief, and I enter the mansion through the service door. It's impossible for someone to see me at this hour.

I climb the stairs and the door to his room is slightly open, allowing access. He's attached to my lips right away, like an octopus grabbing my whole body, we don't talk, we just fuck. I love it when he touches me, when he makes me his in the most rough and arbitrary way he does it. I can't compare because he's my only man, but it's just divine.

Everything that man does to my body, how my skin reacts to his touch, his breathing on my neck, my breasts harden just imagining his lips on them. I moan when I feel his manhood in my sex.

This man makes me cum without even taking my clothes off. He's so kinky that he turns me on like you wouldn't believe. I won't tell you all the tasty things he does to me in bed, in the bathroom, wherever he feels like because it's not suitable for minors.

"God, Cameron!" His name slips from my lips with ease as my body trembles with contractions in my lower belly, dousing his manhood with my essence.

"Nena, you're so divine. I love how tight you are," he whispers in my ear which makes me even more aroused, this room is burning with how much heat our bodies are producing.

We don't rest all night. This man seems to never get tired, always active, barely letting me breathe between one time and the other.

"I must go," I say, lacking energy because all I would like is to fall asleep on his chest feeling his heartbeat slow down after a crazy tumble.

I get up and leave the room on tiptoe, making it back to my own. If my mother ever finds out, she'll surely kill me because she says we shouldn't get involved with the house masters.

I sleep little, maybe an hour, my body is sore from Cameron's strength, I must have the marks of his fingers on my hips from the pressure he applies.

I get up to prepare breakfast. I love cooking, and I'm good at it. I'm 21, I study law at university. Because of my color, I decided to study law because I can't stand injustices and I feel like I can help people who are unfairly punished due to others.

"Good morning, Matilde," I greet her, knowing she doesn't like me. She's only been here for a few years, but I feel how she looks at me. She thinks she's superior because she's white, what she doesn't know is that those of us with color have the flavor.

Together, we prepare breakfast.

I overhear Jenna telling her son that Miss Elle will be coming to dinner. I feel a chill creep up from my feet and settle in my stomach, causing a weird feeling in my body.

Cameron doesn't even look at me, but I know his eyes divert to my prominent backside whenever he has the chance to see it.

I retreat to the kitchen, taking a deep breath and drinking some water to calm down whatever is happening inside me, a bitter taste in my mouth.

Cameron ended up dating Miss Elle Spears at his mother's insistence. I can't deny that the girl is beautiful, with white skin, blonde hair, and supermodel looks with clear eyes.

A Barbie. I don't consider myself less of a woman or less beautiful because of the color of my skin. I don't despise anyone either. To me, we're all equal, regardless of color or economic status, but the Dubois family does not share my beliefs.

Everyone leaves the house and I have everything ready in the kitchen. So I help my mother. She's not old because the love of my life is only 50, but she has worked most of her life serving others and that, believe me, takes its toll on the body.

I go to her and give her a kiss on the cheek, "I love you, Mom," I whisper.

"What are you doing here, my girl?" She asks, worried that Jenna might appear and get upset.

"Don't worry, she left the house. Come on, let me help you," she was dusting some pictures.

"No, daughter, go to your place. I don't want any problems here with anyone."

"Mom, why don't you go back to the kitchen? I can take care of these things."

"You know they want me to just be in charge of the employees, but I can't afford to do nothing all day," I roll my eyes.

"Well, you should rest more, Mom, because if you get sick, trust me, they'll just kick us out."

"Don't say that, my girl," She cradles my face in her hands, "You know very well that they've been very good to us all these years."

Sure, they've always given us work, it's logical that they do, but they've always seen us as strange things here, they treat us as less because of our color. What happens is that I've never told my mother about the humiliations that Mia put me through since we were kids.

We studied together in high school and she constantly belittled me with her friends.

"You're right, Mom," I give her a kiss and go back to the kitchen.

I prepare lunch. Today, only Mrs. Helen will eat, as the others are out.

"Mrs. Helen, how are you?" I serve her food.

"Hello, Jackie," she smiles, "Come sit with me," she asks me to keep her company during the meal. I'm more than happy to do it, not because I think I'm part of the family but because she is someone special in this house.

We chat while we eat, I tell her about what's going on at university.

Mrs. Helen is an older woman who looks very, but very well, she's elegant, flirtatious, fun, and has the most generous and kind heart. In addition to having two blue spheres for eyes, she has gray hair which makes her look great for her age.

Before we finish, we're talking and laughing about some nonsense we've said, when Mia appears.

"Grandma, what is she doing here sitting at the table like she's important?" She looks at me with her head held high.

"Mia, respect, Jackeline is like family, we've known her since she was a child," Mrs. Helen defends me. I'm about to get up, but she stops me by grabbing my arm, "Don't go," she says very seriously.

"Grandma, don't touch her, she must have lice," she says with disgust, which brings a hot flash of anger through my body.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Helen, I'll go," she nods. I didn't defend myself for my mother because I know that if I do something, she will be the one to suffer the consequences.

I make it back to the kitchen and Matilde, the hypocrite, has a smirk on her face.

"That's what you get for thinking you're part of the family when you're just a marginal black woman," she teases. I'm so angry, I grab her by the throat without thinking about the consequences and slam her against the countertop.

"Shut up, you idiot. Here, you are just like me. Look, I can't do this to Mia, but I can to you. Stay away from me. I won't let someone like you belittle me," I release her so she can breathe.

"You wish you were my equal," she retorts, "You wish you'd have my color so that young Cameron would pay attention to you."

I don't say anything to her. I won't fall for her ridiculous provocations. I go pick up the dishes from the table, Mrs. Helen and her granddaughter are no longer there.

In the afternoon, I prepare to go to the university. I didn't have any other choice but to study at night because I work during the day. With my salary and Mrs. Helen's help, I can afford my law studies, but I can't save, I want to leave this house, to have a place for my mother and me but it's almost impossible.

But when I finish my degree, my mother will stop working.

I get to the university where my friend Kristin Collen is. She's older than me by a few years but studies with me. Before that, she studied something that her parents imposed on her, but she managed to convince them to let her study what she loves the most, law.

"Friend, come on, Mr. Collins is already in the classroom," she almost drags me because she's crazy about that professor.

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