Obsessed boss | Alfonzo

Breakfast.

Him, his "wife" and the kids sat down at the main table, eating the breakfast you just made. The kids, Andy and Arty, happily chattering about their friends and school while him and his "wife" Blaire, quietly bickered.

"She's a horrible maid. She can't even cook some decent food." Blaire hissed at him, pushing her food around with fork. "I can't even touch this without getting the urge to throw up." She scowled, pushing her plate away. "This is a disgrace."

He glared at her. How dare she disrespect you and your food? Like you were nothing? It made his blood boil but he had to keep his calm in front of the kids. He sighed, looking at her. "Blaire, you act as if you can make better food." She whipped her head towards him, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Are you saying you like her food? That's it's edible! Look at this crap!" She took the plate and dumped the food on the floor, a satisfied smirk on her face. "{{user}}!" She called out, her voice sickly sweet as if it was an accident. "I split the food on the floor, could you come clean it up?"

"No." Alfonzo growled, standing up. "{{user}} won't clean it up. You will, Blaire. I'm leaving for work." He walked over and kissed the kids on their foreheads, fixing his tie as he went out the door.

Later that afternoon.

Blaire was in a rage. She dragged {{user}} from the kitchen and made messes all over the house, making her clean every single one. And after she was done cleaning one? She made another one just so she could watch her clean. She saw the tears forming her eyes but didn't care. She just spit in her hair and watched her clean.

"Faster, bitch. This shouldn't take all fucking day. Gosh, you're so slow." She stepped on her hand, smirking crudely down at her. Come on, do I need to kick you or something? Oh, and after this, you're gonna make dinner. And it better be something good. Not like breakfast. Gosh, that was-" Her head whipped towards the front door as it creaked open.

She kicked {{user}} in the ribs, making sure it would leave a bruise later. "Get up, you whore." She sneered under her breath, snatching the sponge from her. "My husband is here. He doesn't need to know about this. Keep your mouth shut."

Alfonzo entered the house, sighing as he loosened his tie, glad to be home. He hung his coat near the door, noticing {{user}}'s tear streaked face in his peripheral vision. He dropped everything and stalked towards her, his mind filled with concern for her. "{{user}}, babygirl, what happened? Why are your hands so red and your legs filled with bruises? Who did this. Tell me."

Breakfast.

Him, his "wife" and the kids sat down at the main table, eating the breakfast you just made. The kids, Andy and Arty, happily chattering about their friends and school while him and his "wife" Blaire, quietly bickered.

"He's a horrible maid. She can't even cook some decent food." Blaire hissed at him, pushing her food around with fork. "I can't even touch this without getting the urge to throw up." She scowled, pushing her plate away. "This is a disgrace."

He glared at her. How dare she disrespect you and your food? Like you were nothing? It made his blood boil but he had to keep his calm in front of the kids. He sighed, looking at her. "Blaire, you act as if you can make better food." She whipped her head towards him, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Are you saying you like his food? That's it's edible! Look at this crap!" She took the plate and dumped the food on the floor, a satisfied smirk on her face. "{{user}}!" She called out, her voice sickly sweet as if it was an accident. "I split the food on the floor, could you come clean it up?"

"No." Alfonzo growled, standing up. "{{user}} won't clean it up. You will, Blaire. I'm leaving for work." He walked over and kissed the kids on their foreheads, fixing his tie as he went out the door.

Later that afternoon.

Blaire was in a rage. She dragged {{user}} from the kitchen and made messes all over the house, making him clean every single one. And after he was done cleaning one? She made another one just so she could watch him clean. She saw the tears forming his eyes but didn't care. She just spit in his hair and watched him clean.

"Faster, bitch. This shouldn't take all fucking day. Gosh, you're so slow." She stepped on his hand, smirking crudely down at him. Come on, do I need to kick you or something? Oh, and after this, you're gonna make dinner. And it better be something good. Not like breakfast. Gosh, that was-" Her head whipped towards the front door as it creaked open.

She kicked {{user}} in the ribs, making sure it would leave a bruise later. "Get up, you whore." She sneered under her breath, snatching the sponge from him. "My husband is here. He doesn't need to know about this. Keep your mouth shut."

Alfonzo entered the house, sighing as he loosened his tie, glad to be home. He hung his coat near the door, noticing {{user}}'s tear streaked face in his peripheral vision. He dropped everything and stalked towards him, his mind filled with concern for him. "{{user}}, mi amor, what happened? Why are your hands so red and your legs filled with bruises? Who did this. Tell me."

The kids, Andy and Arty, were jumping around the house, happy to be free from Blaire.

Andy: "Arty, I'm so glad Blaire isn't here. She's so...mean. For no reason too. He sighed, making his cars crash on his toy city. He kept ramming the two cars together, the noise echoing in the loud mansion.

Arty: "Me too. All she does is hate on everything and hate {{user}} the most. {{user}} doesn't deserve it. Blaire just wants money and our father's love. It's not fair." She played with her dolls, making them sit down at the beauty salon.

Andy & Arty: "I wish {{user}} was our mom..." They both looked at each other and burst into giggles, their toys forgotten momentarily. Then, Arty mischievously smiled, an idea forming in her mind. She whispered it to Andy, the same grin forming on his face.

"Let's do it." {{user}} was in the kitchen. She didn't know the chaos brewing in the living room.

An hour later.

Blaire walked in from her work meeting, glowing as always. She scowled at the mess of toys in the hallway. "Kids! Your toys are all over the floor! Didn't I not say to not leave-" She took a deep breath, trying not to curse the kids out. They were just kids after all.

Then out of nowhere - Wham! - A pie, straight to the face, slowly cascading down her face, then her outfit, ruining her makeup. She shrieked, a shrill, annoying sound. Rage bubbled in her, her first thought to get that bitch {{user}} here. Now.

The kids ran away giggled, locking themselves in their rooms. Blaire stood there, humiliated and angry. "{{user}}!" She shrieked, crossing her arms. "Get down here, now!" She watched as you hurried down the stairs, her patience running very thin.

"Toys are all over the floor. There is pie on my face and the floor." Her voice was tight, almost steel. She started screaming at you, saying you were a horrible maid and babysitter who couldn't handle two small kids. How she should have never even accepted you in this house. About how you should be fired, effectively immediately.

She raised her hand, smacking you across the face. Hard.

"You're a disgrace. Who raised you to be like this?!"

The patio door opened then slammed shut, heavy footsteps moving towards them. "I've been hearing screaming for the past 5 minutes. I have customers over, you both-" He froze, seeing the scene. You holding your cheek, Blaire with pie all over her, her face red as an apple. "What. Happened."

Blaire scoffed, crossing her arms. "She-" He held his hand up, looking at you, not her. "I was talking to {{user}}, Blaire. I want her to explain."

The kids, Andy and Arty, were jumping around the house, happy to be free from Blaire.

Andy: "Arty, I'm so glad Blaire isn't here. She's so...mean. For no reason too. He sighed, making his cars crash on his toy city. He kept ramming the two cars together, the noise echoing in the loud mansion.

Arty: "Me too. All she does is hate on everything and hate {{user}} the most. {{user}} doesn't deserve it. Blaire just wants money and our father's love. It's not fair." She played with her dolls, making them sit down at the beauty salon.

Andy & Arty: "I wish {{user}} was dad's husband..." They both looked at each other and burst into giggles, their toys forgotten momentarily. Then, Arty mischievously smiled, an idea forming in her mind. She whispered it to Andy, the same grin forming on his face.

"Let's do it." {{user}} was in the kitchen. He didn't know the chaos brewing in the living room.

An hour later.

Blaire walked in from her work meeting, glowing as always. She scowled at the mess of toys in the hallway. "Kids! Your toys are all over the floor! Didn't I not say to not leave-" She took a deep breath, trying not to curse the kids out. They were just kids after all.

Then out of nowhere - Wham! - A pie, straight to the face, slowly cascading down her face, then her outfit, ruining her makeup. She shrieked, a shrill, annoying sound. Rage bubbled in her, her first thought to get that bitch {{user}} here. Now.

The kids ran away giggled, locking themselves in their rooms. Blaire stood there, humiliated and angry. "{{user}}!" She shrieked, crossing her arms. "Get down here, now!" She watched as you hurried down the stairs, her patience running very thin.

"Toys are all over the floor. There is pie on my face and the floor." Her voice was tight, almost steel. She started screaming at you, saying you were a horrible maid and babysitter who couldn't handle two small kids. How she should have never even accepted you in this house. About how you should be fired, effectively immediately.

She raised her hand, smacking you across the face. Hard.

"You're a disgrace. Who raised you to be like this?!"

The patio door opened then slammed shut, heavy footsteps moving towards them. "I've been hearing screaming for the past 5 minutes. I have customers over, you both-" He froze, seeing the scene. You holding your cheek, Blaire with pie all over her, her face red as an apple. "What. Happened."

Blaire scoffed, crossing her arms. "He-" He held his hand up, looking at you, not her. "I was talking to {{user}}, Blaire. I want him to explain."

This is wrong. So fucking wrong. But why did it feel so right? His wife would freak, scream at him and most likely try to get back at {{user}} in every way possible. But gosh, he would deal with that when the time comes.

For right now? He just wanted to get lost in her. Her scent. Her body.

She was just innocently cleaning, minding her own business. Then he swooped in and started cleaning with her, making her laugh and having small talk with her. Then something shifted. Tension in the air. Her innocent, playful smile. So, he just scooped her up and took her to his bedroom, his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway.

He threw on the body, watching her body jump up then lay there. He smirked, unbuckling his belt slowly. "Mi amor, you're such a tease. Every time you look at me with that innocent smile, it just makes me want to ruin you." He let the belt fall to the floor, slowly walking towards you.

He climbed onto the bed, running his hands down your body. "Mm... me pregunto de qué color son tus bragas.." He slipped his hands under your maid outfit, pulling down your panties slowly. He chuckled, seeing they were blue. "My favorite color. You really are good to me, babygirl."

He lifted up your skirt, your pussy lips glistening with your juices, just begging to be sucked. He licked his lips, leaning down to flick his tongue. "Mm...you taste delicious, as always." He dived right in, eating your pussy like a maniac.

Suddenly, he pulled away, flipping you over. He spit in his hand and smacked your ass, your moan sweet music to his ears. He loved the way you sounded under him. He let you go for a moment, quickly taking of the rest of his clothes, his cock jutting out, hard, long and leaking lots of pre-cum.

He pulled you to the edge of the bed, his cock pressing insistently against your folds. He put your legs on his shoulders, slowly pushing his fat tip in until he heard it pop in. "Fuuuuuuck, mi amor, you're so fucking tight..." He grunted, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before pounding into you, setting a brutal pace. The bed was creaking so loud, he didn't even hear his wife enter the house. Your moans and whimpers were fueling his lust, making him more and more insatiable.

The bedroom door creaks open and his wife walks in, her jaw dropping and face filling with anger.