Jamila.

The maid was folding the sheets when Ferdinand Garcia, the youngest son and child of the Garcias, came from behind and held her by the waist as he began planting small kisses on her neck. She moaned, leaving the sheets as she turned around and he carried her so her legs were wrapped around him.

Ferdinand sat down on the bed, the maid sitting astride him as he kissed her intently. His hands went under her dress and up her thighs all the way to her butt as he gave it a squeeze. He slid the panty down her thighs and discarded the hot pink garment somewhere in the room. Turning her around so her back was lying on the bed, he pulled up her dress so her lower half was naked, exposed to the cold air. She moaned Ferdinand's name and bit her lip as the man's head approached her core.

The door flung open and in walked Catalina Garcia, the only daughter of the Garcias and their second born. She stood with arms crossed as she cleared her throat.

"¡Joder!" Ferdinand cursed, standing up as he ruffled his hand through his hair as the maid scampered to her feet and back to the sheets.

"Leave us!" Catalina yelled at the young maid, her head hung low as she rushed to her panty to pick it up and rush out.

"¡Stupido! Come back and close the door!" Catalina yelled after the maid as she rushed back to close the door, leaving the two siblings.

Ferdinand moved to his walk-in closet, Catalina trailing behind him.

"Ferdinand, this has got to stop. You can't keep fucking every maid in this mansion. You have a reputation to keep. You're a Garcia for crying out loud!"

"Who I enter with my dick is none of your business, Catalina." He picked out a casual t-shirt and walked back into the room, taking off the loose, pajama top, his athletic form on display before he put on the t-shirt.

"It's my business if you insist on staining the family name. How do you expect us to command any respect around here if you've slept with three-fourth of the servants? And are you forgetting about Carmille?"

Ferdinand glared at his sister. She was the only one in the Garcia mansion, besides the maidservants, who knew he hadn't been loyal to his fiancé, Carmille Monte Cristo.

The Monte Cristos were as equally powerful and influential as the Garcias, and Ferdinand's father was not going to rest until he saw Ferdinand married off to their only child. Carmille and Ferdinand's marriage was a big deal to Mr. Garcia. He believed it was the only way to expand the Garcia empire, and the only way Ferdinand could ever prove himself worthy and useful in the family since he refused to show any interest in the family business.

"I'm going to be seeing that face everyday for the next fifty, sixty years of my life. That is horrifying enough, Catalina. Don't expect me to stop having fun while I still can."

She held his hand in hers as he began walking out of the room. "What Papa wants you to do is not easy, and I understand your frustration. You can fuck as many women as you want to release all that steam, baby brother, but please, be careful. At least outside of these walls, you stand a chance of not making a complete fool of yourself in front of your own family, and especially Papa. So I'm begging you to stay away from the the maidservants, Ferdinand. No more fucking the maids, you hear?"

Ferdinand looked silently into his sister's eyes and the desperate plea in them. He's always appreciated her kindness towards her, and he knew her well enough to be certain she was willing to protect his little secret if he was more careful.

Ferdinand, towering over Catalina, hugged her as he stroked her hair. "I'll remember to lock the door next time." With that, he patted her head and left the room, leaving behind a worried sister alone with her concerning thoughts about her stubborn brother, wishing he could see things from her point of view.

If he could see the big pit ahead of him.

…

Ferdinand strolled into the huge kitchen, spotting five maids prancing around in their fitted uniforms - a plain black dress and a white, sewn-in apron to compliment it. He'd slept with all of them but one.

He hadn't seen her before. Maybe she'd been working at the stables before being transferred inside after a shuffle. That was Patty and Hillary's case - the two girls he was with two, three weeks ago. He couldn't recall.

"You over there."

Like all the girls in the room, she turned, her big, brown eyes staring into Ferdinand's. She had dark skin, her thick, curly bouncy black hair framing her beautiful face. Her lips were full and naturally pouty. Her dress was shorter and flared unlike all the other maids.

In Ferdinand's eyes, she was by far the prettiest he'd ever seen, and he vowed to have her in his bed the very night.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you before." He began walking towards her as she made to speak, head hung low like they were all trained to do when talking to any of the family members.

"My name is Jamila, sir. I'm new." Her accent told she wasn't from around.

"Are you American?" Ferdinand was now a breath away from her, towering over her by a few four inches as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.

"I'm from Johannesburg, sir. In South Africa."

"That's quite a distance from here." He held her chin and tipped her head upward, her eyes twinkling with something he couldn't figure, but it drew him in.

Her chest heaved up and her soft breast pushed against him, instantly giving him a hard on.

It was unusual for Ferdinand to be instantly turned on by such a basic gesture. He thought, maybe his dick was still sore from a few minutes ago when his sister ruined everything.

That's when he decided: He couldn't wait until nighttime. He needed to fuck Jamila this very morning.

"Have the other maids show you my room and bring me my breakfast."

She nodded. "Yes sir."