Chapter 47. The Rumour

“Why didn’t you text me a warning?” I hissed.

“I did. That didn’t work.”

I was too busy panicking because of a suspicious looking guy.

“The maid, Paris, is that the best you could come up with?” Marcel scowled.

“Yeah, what did you want me to say? I couldn’t tell him I was your girlfriend.”

“I wanted to tell him. I don’t care how mad he’ll get.”

“You’ll lose a lot, though.”

“Well now you’re my maid and you come in three times a week.”

I shoved the paper bag at his chest and stomped to the kitchen.

“Dead witches?” I asked, throwing my arms in the air.

“Another set of problems but it’s not important right now.”

Marcel pushed the plates aside, spun me and cradled my cheeks. He smirked and pressed his body against mine. His member pressed against my thigh. I cleared my throat, trying not to think about his thickness.

“I’ll have to buy you a uniform now,” he said.

“Try it.”

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