Maid

Aria steps onto the set, her stilettos clicking rhythmically against the concrete floor. A chorus of gasps and murmurs erupts from the surrounding models, their eyes wide with awe and envy. Aria pays them no mind, her focus locked onto the photographer.

"Aria, darling, you're a vision," the photographer purrs, his lens trained on her every move.

Aria arches an eyebrow, a smirk playing across her lips.

"I know," she replies, her voice a silken whisper. "The camera loves me."

The photographer chuckles. "Of course it does. Now, let's see what we can do about these girls." He gestures to the other models, who are practically quaking in their high heels.

Aria's smirk widens. "Jealousy can be so…flattering, don't you think?"

The photographer's eyes gleam with understanding. "Indeed, darling. Indeed."

With a graceful pivot, Aria turns to face the other models. Their gazes follow her, a mix of fear and admiration in their eyes. Aria drinks it in, letting the silence grow heavy around her before she speaks.

"Ladies," she coos, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness. "It must be so hard, watching someone who's actually talented."

A low hiss echoes across the room, but Aria merely laughs.

The photographer's gaze flicks between the models, a sly smile tugging at his lips. Aria's boldness has lit a fire within them, their competitive natures aroused. Aria surveys the scene, her gaze as sharp as a scalpel.

"Well, well," she murmurs. "It seems the snakes have come out to play."

A low chuckle ripples through the air, and Aria meets the photographer's gaze.

"Shall we give them a show, darling?"

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The night sky was draped over the city like a sultry cloak as Aria steered her car through the streets, the engine growling with each twist and turn. She could still feel the residual thrill of the day's victory coursing through her veins, the taste of conquest on her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she pressed the phone to her ear, the familiar number already dialed.

"Grandfather," she purred, her voice soft and silky as velvet. The streetlights blurred into a hazy stream of light as Aria navigated the road, her attention fixed on the conversation.

"I stopped by Alexander's office, but he refused to give me his new house address."

A pause, pregnant with tension, unfurled between them. Aria could almost hear the gears turning in the old man's head.

"Very well. I will send you the address immediately."

Aria's smile stretched further, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Thank you, Grandfather."

Her phone chimed, a sharp, celebratory sound that cut through the night air. The street address flashed on the screen, the promise of victory shining in each digit. A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled in her throat as she memorized the details, storing the information away for later use.

"Game on," she whispered, her eyes glinting in the glow of the dashboard.

After fifteen minutes,the thrumming of the engine lulled into silence as Aria brought her car to a halt. In the dim glow of street lamps, her slender figure emerged from the vehicle, the lines of her body accentuated by the cling of her dress. She took a moment to inspect her reflection in the car's window, reapplying her lipgloss with a precision that bordered on ritualistic. Each swipe of the wand was a brushstroke of temptation, the wet gleam of her lips a siren song.

Her heels clicked against the hard floor, a pointed rhythm as she navigated the apartment's corridors. Her eyes scanned the numbered doors, searching for the digits that matched the ones she had stored away in her mind. Her steps were steady, calculated,the path of a predator zeroing in on its prey. Finally, she stopped, her gaze landing on the correct door. She knocked on the door and paused for a moment.

The door swung open with a creak, and there stood Nora, her expression one of confusion. But Aria had no patience for pleasantries. She scoffed, a sound that dripped with disdain, and cast a dismissive glance over the other woman.

"You must be the help," she purred, the words like acid on her tongue. "Now step aside."

Without waiting for a response, Aria brushed past Nora, her eyes already sweeping over the interior of the apartment.Nora, still reeling from the unexpected intrusion, managed to regain her bearings enough to address the woman. "Excuse me," she stuttered, her voice a blend of disbelief and indignation. "Who are you?"

Aria's response was smooth, practiced. "I'm Aria. Alex's girlfriend. And you must be…" She trailed off, feigning ignorance. "The maid, I suppose."

Nora, flustered and flushed, could only sputter in protest. "Maid?"

Her eyes darted over Aria's form, taking in the woman's undeniable beauty. Each curve of Aria's body was toned and perfectly sculpted, her figure an impossible ideal. Nora's own reflection seemed to pale in comparison, her voluptuousness suddenly appearing ungainly. Her thighs were thick, her hips wide, her ass generous. She felt like an overstuffed sofa next to Aria's sleek elegance. A pang of jealousy shot through her, a bitter taste in her mouth.

"You're Alex's girlfriend?" Nora stuttered

"Yes I'm his girlfriend. Although, I'd imagine he has you calling him 'Sir,' doesn't he?"

The question hung heavy in the air, pressing in on Nora's chest like a weight. Aria's gaze was piercing, her expression one of triumph. Nora felt her cheeks grow warm, a flush of embarrassment creeping across her skin.

The air bristled with tension as Alex entered the apartment, his gaze immediately seeking out Aria. The sight of her sprawled on his couch, her presence a brazen insult, was like a spark to dry tinder. His temper flared.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snarled, his voice like gravel. "How did you get my address?"

Aria met his anger with a smirk, unfazed by his fury. "Your grandfather was so kind as to provide it," she purred. Alex stalked towards her, the carpet fibers crunching beneath his feet. His fingers dug into Aria's wrist, a possessive grip meant to intimidate.

"Get out of my house," he growled. "And don't you ever come back."

Aria's face remained a mask of haughty defiance, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Oh, Alex," she said, her tone dripping with mock concern. "Is that any way to treat a guest?" Alex's patience was rapidly unraveling. His voice was a whipcrack, a whipcrack that sliced through the tension-laden air.

"I told you to leave."

But Aria was unperturbed, her lips twisted into a satisfied smirk. Her gaze flicked to Nora, a cool, appraising glance. "You allow your staff to call you by your name? How…democratic of you," she drawled.

The insult hung heavy in the air, like a noose tightening around Nora's neck.

Alex's jaw tightened, the muscles in his face drawn into sharp lines of fury. "Get. Out. Now," he bit out, his words like bullets.

Aria's finger trailed across Alex's chest, a deliberate act that served as a reminder of the power she wielded over him. Nora watched, her gaze tracking the movement, a stinging jealousy burning in her chest. Aria's lips curved into a self-satisfied smile, her words as sharp as a dagger.

"I'll be seeing you again soon," she drawled, her voice a poison-laced promise.

The words hung like smoke in the air, curling around them like a noxious cloud. Nora's chest tightened, her throat thick with emotion. But Aria was oblivious to the turmoil she'd stirred, her hips swaying in a sultry rhythm as she made her way out of the apartment.

The door slammed shut, the sound an exclamation point to the heated exchange. Nora stood there, her heart still hammering in her chest, as Alex turned to face her, his expression a mask of emotion.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Alex said, the apology sounding as hollow as a cracked bell. Nora's shoulders sagged, her breath escaping in a sigh that carried the weight of the world. "Is Aria your girlfriend?" she asked, her voice heavy with dread.

"Fuck no," Alex bit out, his words laced with disgust.

Nora felt a flood of relief wash over her, her body sagging with the release of tension. She turned towards the stairs, her eyes glancing back at Alex, her expression softened by a sliver of understanding. "I'm going to go to my room"

Nora climbed the stairs with a heavy tread, She shut the door behind her with a click, the sound reverberating in the quiet of the room. Her body felt heavy, burdened, as she walked towards the mirror, her gaze following the curves of her figure.

She stared at her reflection, cataloging her flaws with the harsh precision of a critic. Her hips were too wide, her thighs too thick, her breasts too full. She compared herself to Aria's lithe form, finding herself coming up short.