Heaven & Hell

Heaven & Hell

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

When Amelia Ashton thinks that she is too fat to get a boyfriend her two drop dead gorgeous bosses have other ideas and Amelia - Millie - goes on voyage of discovery, sexual and otherwise.

Summary

When Amelia Ashton thinks that she is too fat to get a boyfriend her two drop dead gorgeous bosses have other ideas and Amelia - Millie - goes on voyage of discovery, sexual and otherwise.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Betsy

Author Chapter Note

When Amelia Ashton thinks that she is too fat to get a boyfriend her two drop dead gorgeous bosses have other ideas and Amelia - Millie - goes on voyage of discovery, sexual and otherwise.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 14, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 14, 2014

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Millie’s terrified scream had Gabriel and Nick shooting to their feet.

“Betsy!”

They charged down the kitchen stairs, to find their shaken housekeeper up on the kitchen counter, leaning back into the wall, still screaming.

“Shh! It’s only Betsy!”

Gabriel stepped between her knees, putting his arms around her.

“Calm down, Millie. You’re probably frightening her.”

“It’s a snake!” she squealed, pointing to the orange corn snake, slithering across the kitchen floor towards Nick.

Nick bent with an outstretched hand, allowing the snake to happily coil its way up his arm.

“Get it out of my kitchen now!”

“Millie its okay, she’s harmless.”

Gabriel soothingly stroked her back as Millie clung to him, hiding her face in his neck. Her beautiful big bosoms, shuddered against his chest as she tried to control her fear, and he wished, not for the first time, they were doing this naked. Peering down into her breathtaking cleavage, he yearned to bury his face into it - breathe in her scent and weigh those glorious globes in his hands.

“Where’ve you been, you bad girl,” Nick chatted to his snake, as he left the room. “You frightened poor Millie?”

He smiled to himself, he’d let Gabe sort this one out. He certainly looked like he was enjoying having Millie pressed against him, and if anyone could get Millie to accept Betsy, it would be Gabriel.

“Why the hell have you got a snake? This isn’t the jungle Gabriel, this is sodding Chelsea!”

Millie was terrified of snakes. Slithery, slimy creatures! Although she knew they weren’t actually slimy, they still looked it.  But, what on earth was it doing in her kitchen? Well not hers really, it was Nick’s house, hence his kitchen. All the same, as she spent the most time in it, it was her kitchen.

“Millie it’s ok, she’s just a pet.”

Gabriel continued rubbing her back soothingly, trying hard to keep his hands stroking neutral zones, despite their itch to glide down to her enticing cheeks. Only a couple of inches closer, and her feminine core would be snug against his aching erection.

“You can’t pet snakes!”

Gabe bit back a groan, trying to focus on the current topic of conversation.

“Oh, Betsy likes a cuddle. She curls around my neck while we watch films. That’s actually how we lost her. I fell asleep and she just slithered off on her own.”

“When was this?”

“Oh … um … about two or three weeks ago, I think. We knew she wouldn’t go far – and she’d come out when she was hungry.”

“Three weeks ago? That reptile has been running around my kitchen for three weeks?”

“Well maybe not in the kitchen all the time.”

He wasn’t about to tell her how it might even have been in her little flat! Pretty little Betsy could get into some very tight places.

“Now come on, I’ll get you a drink. Come watch the game with us. I’ll sit with you all the time and keep Betsy away.”

“No way - it goes or I go!”

“Millie, you wouldn’t be that mean! What would we do without you?”

“You’d have to live on take-outs, which is all you deserve anyway.”

Gabriel held her away from him, giving her his best lost puppy look.

“You’d really leave us? You’d let us starve? We could get ill living on old pizza and MSG laden Chinese take-away.”

“You know what to do to keep me here.”

“But Millie it would be like throwing a puppy out on the M25. She’s our pet.”

Gabriel put his arms around Millie again.

“You wouldn’t make us do that would you Millie? Poor little Betsy needs to be kept warm and cosy. She wouldn’t be able to find her own food, you’d be making her starve or freeze to death.”

“Stop! Stop that right now!”

She looked up at Gabriel, trying to keep the tears from her eyes. Damn him! He was keeping a straight face, though she knew it probably took effort.

“Has she at least got a tank or something?”

Bloody hell! Now she was saving freaking snakes! These two would be able get her to do anything.

Gabriel did it with hugs and kind words. Nick just asked, but his manner of asking made her feel compelled to deliver. The urge to throw herself at his feet and beg to do whatever he asked for, and more, was confusing as well as overwhelming.

“Betsy has a vivarium.”

“Well keep her in it! I do not want to see her in my kitchen ever again.”

“Thank you Millie!”

Gabriel hugged her enthusiastically, grinning over her shoulder.  He was beginning to feel he could coax her into anything.

During the two months she had been employed as their housekeeper they’d both enjoyed her company. She cooked like an angel and the house was immaculate - for once they could find everything they wanted. There were no piles of dirty laundry festering in the utility room and the huge pile of ironing had all but disappeared, and Hazmat suits were no longer de rigueur in the kitchen.

Apart from anything else she was gorgeous! Plump in all the right places and sexy as hell! She wiggled deliciously as she moved. They both loved to stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch her beautiful arse as she ran up the flight.

As leading musicians, or ‘sex god’ rock stars, as they had been called more than once, all the women they were introduced to were like toothpicks. Women had to be thin to get attention in the media. Gabriel and Nick had often discussed this and referred to it like making love to a bag of bones.

Nick was accustomed to charging up and down a huge stage for a couple of hours each night, and Gabriel, when he was drumming fast could get his heart beat up to 190 beats per minute. So, both were fit and well-toned. Grinding hip bones with a woman was painful, and most men if they cared to admit it, preferred soft plump curves to wrap their bodies around.

Plump and curvy, the way they liked their women, just wasn’t fashionable. They were so lucky to have Millie, who had a perfect hourglass figure and an air of innocence. She always wore heels too, which made parts of her wobble enticingly.

“Come along Millie, let’s grab our lunch drinks, and watch Chelsea trounce Arsenal. I’ll keep you safe from Betsy.” He said, indicating the kitchen stairs. “After you.”

Gabriel followed a few steps behind, his hands within inches of her bottom, wanting to cup and fondle her nether glorious globes, when their tantalizing motion set his imagination into overdrive.

Millie went cautiously into the sitting room.

”Where is it?”

Nick was slumped on the sofa, fingers flying over the keypad on his phone as he made a bet on the game with his bookmakers. He looked over the back of the sofa.

“It?”

“That damn reptile.”

 She stood by the door refusing to move until she knew exactly where it was.

“Millie, that’s enough." Nick's voice was demanding "I’m sorry we forgot to tell you she was loose. Betsy is safe in her tank now.” Nick didn’t like screaming females, unless they were screaming for him. “Now come and sit down, and Gabriel will get you a drink.”

Millie perched on the edge of arm chair.

“Not there Millie, here.” Nick patted the sofa next to him. “You can’t see the game if you sit there.”

“Oh, silly me.” She muttered under breath.

Bloody football, she hated football. Bloody snakes, she hated snakes. What else were they going to subject her to? Oh please, don’t let them be into cricket in the summer! She'd rather watch paint dry!

She settled on the sofa, thankful that it was a huge five seat sofa, with Nick at one end, Gabriel at the other, and Millie in the middle. Gabriel handed her the large gin and tonic he’d made for her - lots of gin and light on the tonic, although he had watered it down with several ice cubes. She smiled her thanks and settled back to watch the huge plasma TV on the wall.

“Ooh.”

Gabriel covered his eyes as some bloke got trashed.

 “Fucking imbecile ref,” snarled Nick, taking her drink and putting it on the table.

“I need someone to hide behind, Millie.”

He pulled her towards him, his arms round her waist, and his head resting on her shoulder. He grinned at Gabriel, who grinned back. Nick held her tightly, peering over her shoulder.

Gabriel was half watching them, and half watching the football - they had a little bet on who she would kiss first.

 Millie sat there, confused. She wasn’t really watching the football, she didn’t care who won. Nick had his hands on her again. He was peering over her shoulder at the match, tucking his face between her shoulder blades when things weren’t going Chelsea’s way. She’d just sit here and wait until he let her go.

God knows what they were playing at! At least one of them had to be touching or holding her, it was very nice, but she knew damn well it wasn’t going anywhere! She was fat, and these two only had relationships with thin girls.She’d done her homework, looking through magazines, and searching for pictures in the papers. All the girls they were photographed with were size six or eight and at a push, a size ten.

Millie hated being fat. She almost lived on salad and prawns; she never ate chocolate and although she baked for her people, she seldom ate any herself. She was built this way. Her fathers family was big boned and bonny, as her mother would politely put it and nothing like her own family who were slim and slender. She wanted to be slim and elegant, like her mother and sisters, and not round like bloody elephant!

Nick and Gabriel were lovely, and not only in the appearance stakes. My God, they were both gorgeous to look at, but they were lovely to her.  They’d never made fun of her size, not even in the kindest of jokes.They almost treated her with reverence!

They loved her cooking and they were always so pleased their wardrobes were full of clothes and not decaying in a laundry basket. They even seemed to like having her around, and both were very tactile. One of them always had his hands on her, hugging her, or just an arm around her waist.

Millie didn’t mind. In her twenty three years she’d never really had a boyfriend. It was nice knowing Nick and Gabriel cared about her, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew nothing could come of them being nice, which in a way was comforting. She could enjoy all their attention without suffering horrific thoughts of having to take her clothes off in front of either of them.

She knew that she had been lucky to get this position, originally a position for a middle aged lady with plenty of housekeeping experience, the preferred candidate for the job had refused saying that she couldn't live with two young men who would be bringing girls home all the time. It was against her beliefs, she didn't approve of sex before marriage. Desperate to keep their famous clients the agency had dispatched Millie swiftly to their address.

She had arrived at the house in the pouring rain on a Saturday afternoon in March. Standing under the stone pillared porch Millie shook the rain from her umbrella. She parked her case next to her and rested her handbag on top so that she could search through it for a mirror. There was no way that she was knocking on the door without checking her appearance. She hoped her mascara hadn't run in the rain, that was all she needed to greet her new employer looking like a sodden disheveled panda. It wasn't too bad but she ran a tissue under her eyes, patted her hair into place, and then rang the doorbell.

Gabriel had answered the door, he was still drunk from the night before, and the hair of the dog hadn't done him much good either so he had just carried on drinking. Daylight seemed to have an adverse effect on him; he screwed his eyes up to banish the effect of the miserably grey day from burning his retinas. 

Millie gazed at him, and even though she noticed he seemed worse for wear he still had the looks of a sex god, a rather sleepy looking sex god she thought. His hyacinth blue shirt was completely unbuttoned  and Millie was privy to a full set of hardened abs dressed in a golden tan - definitely Indian Ocean Island rather than out of a spray can. His sun bleached blonde hair was tied back but it kept escaping from the baby pink elastic band and he kept running his hands through it and pushing it back behind his ears

 "Lo," he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. Even though he had been drinking he was still conscious enough to realise that there was a woman standing on the doorstep with a suitcase

"Hello," Millie waited, he was still looking down at her case and she watched as he slowly glanced up, taking in her wet shoes and pretty ankles not to mention her long gorgeous legs, his perusal of her limbs was terminated by her dripping rain coat. He saw generous hips and her waist accentuated by the tied belt of the coat and then glory of glories a deliciously over full chest. The collar of her coat was pulled up framing, what he realised even in his drunken state, was a beautiful face. He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to banish a dream. When he opened them she was still there. He focused his eyes.

"Hello, I'm here to see Mr Henderson, Nick Henderson?"

"Er... Yeah come in," he beckoned her and opened the door wider; as she reached for the case he put his hand on top of hers to get it for her. He was struck by how soft her hands were, they would be nice to hold, and a thought flashed through his drunken brain that he would love them to hold his cock, those lovely soft hands moving up and down while holding his hard cock. Gabriel had no choice but to look at her mouth then. Oh God! Full soft lips glistening and shimmering pink. Gabriel blinked, his jeans were suddenly getting rather tight. He screwed his eyes up, Christ he hadn't even asked who she was.

"Who are you?" He mumbled as he dragged the suitcase into the hall.

"Amelia Ashton, the new housekeeper."

Gabriel heaved a sigh of relief. "Result!" He said punching his fist into the air and only just missing Millie's nose.

"Nick's watching football, he'll be so pleased to see you," he said not noticing that he had almost knocked her out.

All she saw was a grin that showed he had dimples. Millie's stomach lurched in pleasure as her resident butterflies took flight and she watched him stagger down the hallway to the sitting room.

"This way Am lia  er... Am lle a ," he tried again this time making sure to pronounce all the letters "Am e li a!" He finished with a triumphant smile.

Millie bit her lips to hide her smile as she followed him into a large sitting room. She glanced around noticing what she thought were windows at both ends of the room. All the curtains were drawn and the only light came from the huge plasma television on one wall showing a Chelsea football match.

"You owe me five hundred, Hazard just scored." said a disembodied voice coming from the twilight in front of her.

"Fuck off! They played this match last night I told you he'd scored."

There was a chuckle coming from the sofa that, which now that her sight had adjusted, Millie could make out in front of her.

Gabriel clapped his hand over his mouth casting a glance at Millie "I'm sssorry for my unbelievabubly bad language."

Millie smiled at Gabriel, "don't worry I've heard much worse."

There was a quiet "fuck." from the sofa and a head shot up to look over the back. 

Millie saw short tousled dark hair and devilishly glittering eyes.

"Introduce us Gabriel." his voice was firm and demanding.

Gabriel hiccuped "This is, this is..." he turned to face her "Who are you again?"

"Amelia Ashton, the agency sent me I'm your new housekeeper." She could barely take her gaze from the hooded eyes that seemed to be watching her like a hawk.

Gabriel nodded "Millia new housekeeper," he slurred as he sank down in a chair; his eyes had closed before his back had even touched the chair."

The man with the hooded eyes stood up and she watched as he leaned over his friend and reclined the chair he was sleeping in. He walked over to stand in front of her, she had to tip her head back to look into those eyes now. He held his hand out.

"Nick Henderson, I'd forgotten you were coming." 

For some reason he made Millie feel rather nervous, she held her hand out slowly and his large and warm hand did nothing to alleviate the thought that she might be making her acquaintance with a delicious and terrifying danger. Like walking into a tigers den. 

"Sorry about Gabriel he's had a bad time with a girlfriend. Let me show you to your room.”  He grabbed her case and went down the stairs. Millie followed him, he was wearing a white running vest and it was impossible to take her eyes away from the multiple armband tattoos decorating the muscles in his arms. So much so that she missed the last step and went careering towards his broad golden skinned back.

Nick turned sharply as she squealed, and caught her before she fell. She ended up with her chin resting on his breastbone and looking up into his face. 

"Falling for me already?" He murmured with a sardonic grin. He held her for a what seemed like a lifetime to her, but really wasn't long enough for him. Eventually he stood her upright and shook the raindrops from her coat off his bare arms.

"You're wet."  He said slowly.

Millie blushed scarlet, how the hell did he know that? She could feel her arousal trickling into her panties. She was about to ask how he knew when he said.

"I didn't realise it was raining."

"Yes,"she replied quickly " yes it's raining, it's raining very heavily thank you." She was babbling, she always babbled she she was embarrassed. She turned to look at the room, the kitchen was large and modern, and Millie had never seen anything so disgraceful. Every surface was covered with piles of empty foil takeaway containers and pizza boxes, empty beer bottles, juice containers and plastic milk bottles with cottage cheese in the bottom of them. 

Millie put her hand over her lips to stop the disparaging words erupting from her mouth.

"Sorry, we were going to clean up but sorting out Gabriel's love life takes forever," 

Millie scoffed and quickly turned it into a cough when he glanced down at her.As if that would excuse the devastation of the kitchen. Oh well, thought Millie sarcastically, Gabriel's love problem must have been dragging out for quite a while judging by the state of the state of the kitchen.

"How long have you been without a housekeeper?" She asked quietly, for some reason she didn't want to make a noise in this man's company she didn't want to draw his attention to her.

"Three or four weeks." he said reaching into his pocket for some keys and unlocking a door at the far end of the kitchen. "Here you go," he said " there's a bedroom, bathroom and a sitting room. You can use the main kitchen."

Millie looked around her little apartment, it was nicely decorated, and there were French windows out to the garden. On the side table in the sitting room were a large bunch of keys.

"Those are keys to the main door of the house, and to your rooms. I'll leave you to get settled in and go and fetch some milk. Do you cook?"

"Yes of course, do you have any food or are you living on pizza." She said indignantly completely forgetting who she was talking to.

Nick forced his smile into a scowl he pursed his lips trying not to laugh, trying to keep the upper hand. "I assume you want to write a shopping list?"

"That would be a very good idea" she said again without realizing that she had spoken her thoughts. "What would you like for dinner?" she added quickly

"Steak?" Nick suggested, he'd soon see how good a cook she was, let's see how perfectly she could cook his steak.

Millie got her notebook out and wrote a shopping list trying to keep her hand steady and hoping that Nick didn't see it shaking. 

Once he had gone Millie heaved a sigh of relief and she rummaged in the kitchen drawers looking for black bags to clear the rubbish away, by the time he returned this kitchen would be near spotless. Impressing Nick Henderson would be a good thing especially as he made her heart beat very fast indeed.


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