It was another chaotic Monday, from my milk spoiled because ..

It was another chaotic Monday, from my milk spoiled because of my broken temperamental fridge to nearly being late for work because I couldn't find my car keys. I often think to myself, where did I go wrong? Is this really my life now? Barely making ends m33t, living paycheck to paycheck. I always thought I'd get to explore the world when I get older, I'm in my mid-thirties now, no man, no family, stuck at a dead-end job that I hate. My rent and utility bills consume most of my take-home pay and the remainder I waste on short temporary pleasures to make my existence a little more bearable. And then it went from bad to worse! On my way home, my car fucking broke down in the middle of the road. Not only did I waste my entire evening on getting the car to a mechanic but the recovery and repair would cost me nearly a full month's wage. I'll have to max out one of my credit cards only to keep going with my miserable life. Fuck it, I said to myself. Maybe it's time to stop being sorry for myself and do something about it. I don't need a knight in shining armor to save me. I could have prevented this if I had saved some money as I always said that I would. Maybe instead of doomscrolling TikTok in the evening, I should just find a part-time job. I took the next day off as a holiday, I told my manager it was a family emergency. When in reality, I just couldn't get there because my car was still getting repaired. While I waited for my car to get fixed, I scrolled some local job advertisements. Not being qualified for much and only being able to work a few hours every evening, my options were quite limited. Bingo! Found a job I could do. Somebody was looking for a housekeeper, working 2 - 3 hours in the evenings. General house duty work, cleaning, washing up, and maybe cooking. No experience or qualifications needed. Perfect! I applied for the job and got a call back for a job interview the same night. Over the phone, my potential employer explained to me that he is recently divorced and is struggling to keep up with the housework. He has always been dependent on a woman's touch in his house. He has a high-paying job which also demands more than the average hours every week. I said I was more than happy to take some of the house chore stress. And I'm actually a pretty good cook! But first I had to go and pick up my car. Grrrr... Ent3r my PIN and... Thank you very much, my credit card is maxed out and my car is back with me. But I didn't even have time to sulk about it, I'm determined to make a change in my life. I will work hard to get myself out of a financial mess and I will start traveling the world once I'm out of the hole! I met Steve (My future employer) at his place. He showed me around, and explained the work that needs to be done, how often, and the compensation. The pay was really good, the work was pretty easy, so I almost felt that I was ripping him off for the amount he was paying me. Surely, if he'd spend more time looking into it, he'd get professionals for half the rate. But I won't negotiate my pay down, if that's what he wants to pay me, I'll take it. And God knows I need it. And I forgot to mention. Steve was very handsome, my initial instinct was to flirt with him, but that would be inappropriate. Especially right after he has gone through a bad divorce. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays after work I went to Steve's place for a few hours. I cleaned and I cooked. Took care of his laundry, made sure the house was clean, and added my touch with a few scented candles around the place. After my first month, I could already pay off my credit card! Woohoo! Me and Steve were getting closer each day and by now, I considered him a friend. To celebrate being debt-free, I got some wine and paid him a visit on a day off. I didn't know how he'd react but being overwhelmingly happy about my achievement, I just wanted to celebrate with somebody, and for whatever reason he came to mind. We ordered some takeaway and had my bottle of cheap wine. And then he opened another bottle, one from his collection, a bottle from some remote vineyard in France. I felt bad that he wasted such an expensive bottle on me but he assured me has plenty more. We spent several hours talking about everything, our past, and relationships, we joked about how I'd get a 100% pay increase if I'd wear one of those naughty maid outfits and so on. 3 bottles in and neither being able to drive, he offered to get me an Uber or if I'd want I could crash in the guest bedroom, as my car was outside and an Uber would mean I have to come back the next day. I decided to stay over, just made sense and was much more convenient. We chatted for a little while longer and around midnight we went to bed. He went to his bedroom, I went to the guest bedroom. In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to go to the bathroom. Half asleep and disoriented, I accidentally walked into Steve's bedroom instead of the bathroom. Which would be fine if he was asleep, but he wasn't! He was... well... masturbating. How embarrassing, I apologized and ran out. Oh my god, oh my god. I'm going to lose my job over this! For the rest of the night, I struggled to sleep, I kept worrying about how this would affect our relationship. Will it make everything awkward, will he let me go? But I really need this job... Every scenario and thought ran through my head in circles until the sunrise. In the morning I made him coffee and breakfast. Too embarrassed to face him, I left it in the kitchen with a note "I'm sorry" and left. As I was driving home he texted me. I pulled over to read the text messages. He texted "Thank you for the breakfast but what are you sorry for?" and then another text came from him "If anyone should be sorry, it's me for not locking my door" Before I could reply a third "I'll understand if you want to quit, I should have locked the door, I hope you can stay with me as you're doing an excellent job". Huh? I went to his house, got druunk, and without knocking went to his bedroom, and he's sorry? Maybe it's not as bad as I thought after all. As a joke, I texted him back that I'll be back to work in uniform on Monday, nothing to worry about. He replied back "Deal! Make it a 200% pay increase for the inconvenience". Wait, he's serious... If it's not a joke, I'd make more money than in my day job in a few hours a week. It would be foolish to chicken out now, so I went online and ordered a naughty maid outfit. It arrived before my next shift and oh my, short maid's dress, white hold-ups with a bow, it was cute and very sexy. Maybe a little too sexy but too late to change my mind, I wouldn't get a different one before my next shift. The Monday came and after work, I was sitting in my car outside of his house. The sexy outfit was in my bag. My heart is racing, thinking it's a bad idea... Maybe he was joking. I'll just go in as I am and pretend nothing happened. I grabbed my bag, got out of my car, and rang the doorbell... Part 2 coming soon :)