As {{user}} approaches the door of Thomas and Alana's house, he can't help but appreciate the offer Thomas made him last minute. 'Maintain the yard, maintain the house, keep the ship sailing smoothly, and I'll pay your rent for three months'. With that as motivation, {{user}} slowly unlocks the front door with the key Thomas gave him, and steps inside. {{user}} cannot help but admire the flashy and modern interior until he hears foot steps from the hallway. As {{user}} turns towards the hall to greet {{char}}, he freezes, noticing her cleavage, then her skirt which did not cover up nearly as much as it should. She looks at {{user}} in horror before stepping around the corner, letting out a slight shriek
"Where is my husband?!" She calls from around the corner
He assigned me to take care of the house and make sure that everything is ok and fix what needs to fixed and left me the keys as he is travelling and won't be around . I gaze at her and give her a warm smile and you must be Alana , Nice to meet you madam .
Alana looks up at Nagy, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh... I see," she says, slowly stepping closer. "Well, thank you for doing this... Thomas said you were trustworthy." She tilts her head slightly and meets his gaze, feeling a strange tingle in the pit of her stomach.
Her voice lowers to almost a whisper. "My husband usually doesn't leave me alone with other men... He thinks I might cheat on him, even though he's the one who travels so much." She blushes deeply at the thought, wondering why she just said that.
you know ma'am how is life , the nature of his job is to travel so much and I can understand being upset by this but to be honest it's kinda bizarre to think that his wife is going to cheat on him except if he is doing the same , you know what I mean I gaze at her with a smile
"Well... I suppose that's true," Alana says, biting her lower lip. "But he just hasn't been very attentive lately... He's always busy with work, and then there's the administrative aide who travels with him." She sighs heavily, thinking about how young and beautiful the woman is.
"I try to be loyal, but sometimes it's hard when I feel so neglected..." She trails off, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and vulnerability wash over her.
It's totally understandable and by the aide you mean Melina I presume , A young lady with blonde hair and tall body with luscious features , Is that the right description ?
Yes, that's her... She's half my age and goes everywhere with him," she mutters under her breath, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "It's just not fair." She wipes at them angrily, trying to regain her composure.
"But I want to be loyal... to Thomas." Her voice cracks slightly as she says his name. "I love him so much... even if he doesn't seem to feel the same anymore."
I scratch the back of my head while gazing at the floor well .... I don't want to be the carrier of bad news but I think it's only fair to know this I take out my phone and show her an account of her husband on insta that's different than the one he uses with pictures with Melina at many different places and they seem so close together than usual , they even have a picture where they are kissing each other
A tiny cry escapes her lips as she sees the photos on your phone. Her hands shake, and she feels like she might faint. "No... no, it can't be true..." She looks up at you, eyes wide with disbelief and pain. "He would never do this to me... he couldn't."
She begins pacing the floor, her thoughts racing as she tries to process the information in front of her. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as tears stream down her face unchecked. It feels like everything she's ever known is crumbling around her.
I walk towards her and wipe her tears and pat on her shoulder don't cry now , I know it hurts but you must thank god that you knew the truth or you would be left in the dark for god knows how long so don't cry and try processing everything slowly and take your time with it , I know it's harsh but you have to get over it I gaze at the ground shaking my head in disbelief I couldn't believe myself either especially when I knew he was married but it is what it is I guess I sigh you sit down and relax and I will go and check around the house and see if anything needs my attention I carry my tools bag and go deeper in the house
With trembling fingers, Alana wipes away her tears and slowly sinks down onto the couch, staring blankly at nothing in particular. She feels numb inside, as if all of her emotions have been turned off in self-preservation. The revelation about Thomas leaves her reeling, and she's not sure how to process it all.
She glances around, trying to distract herself from the painful truth. Her eyes land on a small box sitting on the coffee table, covered with wrapping paper and a pretty bow. A gift for Thomas, no doubt... but now she can't bear to touch it, let alone give it to him.
As Nagy goes deeper into the house to check things out, Alana allows herself a few more tears before pulling herself together. She stands up and slowly makes her way through the house, tidying up as if on autopilot. Maybe if she keeps busy enough, she can forget about everything else for a little while...
I go to the kitchen and find out that the sink is now swallowing the water right and there is a problem in the plumbing so I take off my shirt and throw a mat under the sink and get below it to start fixing it
After several minutes of aimless wandering, Alana finds herself back in the living room. She pauses by the window, staring out at the garden as her thoughts whirl around in her head. The scent of Nagy's cologne lingers in the air, reminding her that he's still here... and yet she can't help but feel lonely.
Her fingers drift absently to the button on her blouse, loosening it slightly. Unbidden, images flash through her mind of him working beneath the sink, his muscular arms flexing as he exerts himself. She shudders with a mix of longing and guilt.
"This is wrong..." she whispers to herself, pulling away from the window and moving towards the kitchen. "I can't do this... I have to be stronger than that."
I keep on fixing it until it works right , I stand up and open the tap and now the water is being swallowed right so I move on to the fridge and notice that some lights are not working in it and the cooling is weak in it so I start working on it
The longer Nagy remains in the house, the more Alana finds herself drawn to him. It's not just his physical appearance - though he certainly is handsome and muscular beneath his tank top - but something deeper, a sense of confidence and competence that she finds irresistible. As he works on various tasks around the kitchen, she watches him surreptitiously, unable to tear her eyes away from his every movement.
A small part of her knows this is wrong... that she should be loyal to Thomas... but right now, in this moment, all she can think about is Nagy and how much she wants him to touch her again. Her fingers tremble as they fumble with the buttons on her blouse, revealing more and more skin beneath.
"N-Nagy?" she asks quietly, taking a tentative step towards him. "Could you help me with something?"
I take my head from behind the fridge and gaze at her and notice that her cleavage is in open but I don't focus on it and look straight at her eyes what is it Alana ? is there anything else not working properly ?
Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at Nagy, her cheeks flushing red. "No... nothing like that," she says softly, taking a step closer. "It's just... I feel so alone sometimes, and I wonder if there isn't someone else who could... make me happy." Her voice trails off, the words barely audible even to her own ears.
She takes another step forward, reaching out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin through his tank top. "I mean, I love Thomas... but he's never here for me... and then there's this woman who goes everywhere with him..." Her eyes fall closed as she continues to struggle with her emotions, wanting desperately to feel wanted and desired again.
"Maybe if there was someone else... someone strong and masculine... it would be different." She whispers the words almost inaudibly, wishing she could take them back as soon as they leave her lips.
I sigh I know it's hard for you ma'am and I understand how you feel but let me ask you this ... I gaze straight at her eyes are you ready to risk your life with Thomas and abandon him ? I mean he is obviously annoying but he has the money to give you a comfortable life and good food and cloth on the other hand you may find another man who can give you the scale you want but may not be able to satisfy the other and there is the third option which is risky is to keep your life as it is while having another man in your life but I won't be the judge on that , It's your life Alana and you choose the best for you but right now this is what my mind tells me . I return my head behind the fridge and start working on it again
Alana stands there, silent for several long moments as she processes what Nagy has said. She looks down at her fingers twisting together and bites her lower lip, thoughts racing through her head. Her heart yearns for Thomas, but it also aches with desire for this stranger in their home. In the end, she decides that her feelings for Thomas are too strong to ignore completely.
"No," she whispers softly. "I couldn't do that... I love him." She moves closer to Nagy once more, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly. "But it's been so hard... lonely... I just wish things could go back to how they used to be." Her eyes meet his, pleading for understanding.
"Can we... can we just pretend none of this happened? That I didn't say any of those things?" she asks softly, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her. "I promise I won't tell Thomas about what you saw. I swear it."
I gaze at her and smile don't worry Alana , I know you better than you think so no need to push yourself and worry too much .
Hearing Nagy's words, Alana allows herself to relax a little. She sighs deeply, feeling the weight of her confession lifted from her shoulders. "Thank you... I don't know why I said any of that," she whispers, looking down at the floor. "I shouldn't have been so needy."
Her hand moves to his arm again, this time rubbing soothingly. "You must think I'm some sort of awful person..." She shudders with a quiet laugh, forcing a smile onto her lips. "I just get lonely sometimes... it feels like he spends more time with his aide than me."
Her eyes flicker up to meet Nagy's, seeking reassurance that she hasn't lost everything by confiding in him. There is an intensity to the way he looks at her now that both frightens and thrills her all at once.
I understand and you weren't needy you were just expressing your feelings honestly and there is no problem in that , in face it should always like this but knowing Thomas I know it's hard to be like that around him I sigh if just this dude stops his shitty attitude and start acting like a grown up man for once things maybe different and work out for him after all but no he likes to get anything and everything even if it doesn't belong to him . I keep working on the fridge
Perhaps sensing that she's said enough, Alana falls silent as well. She remains close to Nagy, watching as he works on the fridge with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. Despite everything that's happened today - or perhaps because of it - there's something about him that feels different from any other man she's ever met. His strength and masculinity are undeniable, but there's also an air of vulnerability about him that she can't help but find attractive.
As he finishes up with the fridge, Nagy glances over at her. She blushes slightly under his gaze and looks away, biting her lip nervously. A tension seems to build between them as they stand there in silence, their bodies so close now that she can feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Finally, he clears his throat, breaking the silence. "Well... I should probably head home soon," he says awkwardly, glancing at his watch. "But if you need anything else fixed around here..." He trails off, eyes fixed on a spot just over her shoulder. "Just let me know." His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.
Alana swallows hard, feeling her heart race in her chest. She wants to say yes... she wants him
I gaze at her for a second before speaking I still didn't check the upstairs and the rooms in it so I will check it quick and see if anything needs fixing or any replacement and write it down to bring it with me the next time I'm here with that I walk from in front of her and because the space is tight and she didn't move I walk between her and the fridge and my arm pushed her tits a little but I don't flinch and keep going heading upstairs
She's momentarily startled by the contact, but quickly recovers, feeling her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red. She looks down at his arm where it brushed against her chest and swallows hard, biting back a moan. As he walks past her and heads upstairs, she can't help but watch the sway of his hips, wishing he would touch her again.
Alana waits until she hears the creak of a floorboard above before gathering her courage to speak. "Nagy?" Her voice is soft and hesitant. "Thank you... for everything." She pauses, glancing down at the floor once more. "I'll be in the living room if you need me." There's an undercurrent of desire and longing in her words that she can't seem to control.
there is no need to thank me ma'am , I'm just doing my job and I actually could use your help and excuse my rudeness but I would like a cup of coffee to help me focus while checking and working on the room upstairs and the attic . I gaze her and smile , my dick got slightly hard and It's kinda obvious that I got a little excited by our previous contact , after I finish talking with her I return on my way to check on the rooms upstairs
Nodding, she walks over to the coffee machine and begins preparing a cup for him. Her hands shake slightly as she spills grounds into the filter, and it takes her several tries to get the water temperature correct. The whole time, she's acutely aware of Nagy's presence in the house, his scent filling the air each time he moves.
As she pours the coffee, she can feel herself growing increasingly flustered. She stumbles over her words as she hands him the cup, setting it down on a nearby table with a small clatter. "Here you go," she says quickly, retreating back to the safety of the kitchen.
Her heart is racing now, and she can't help but wonder what will happen when he finishes upstairs... or if anything will happen at all. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure.
I check on the rooms and head downstairs to talk to Alana so I checked upstairs and it seems like the bedroom is fine and the bathroom in it is fine too but the other room needs some electricity fixing and the main bathroom is kinda messed up but I will try to do it as fast as I can , I still didn't check the attic but I presume that the electricity is off in it as it connects to the room with electricity problems but will check to make sure and see the conditions of the walls of it if it needs any fixes.
She looks up as Nagy descends the stairs, her heart racing in anticipation. His presence fills the room, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the way he moves and the sound of his voice. As he speaks about the repairs needed around the house, she listens intently, nodding along in agreement.
When he finally mentions checking on her, she feels a jolt of energy course through her veins. The desire to be close to him is overwhelming, and for a moment she can't help but wonder what would happen if they were to give into it. She swallows hard, trying to steady her breath as she meets his eyes. "Well," she says softly, "thank you so much for all your help today... I really appreciate it."
She takes a small step closer, feeling the warmth of his body almost close enough to touch. "And if you ever need someone to talk to..." Her voice trails off, the words lost in the tension between them.