The Untold Memoirs of a Maid

| In the Beginning. |

Present Time

Sophia

Who would've thought I, Sophia Mitchell, would become a number one best-selling author all because I decided to air my dirty laundry. I didn't plan on doing this at all I wanted to do music instead, but since the recent events of my life, I felt like I had to tell my story. And plus I know how nosy people are when it comes to celebrities. The public wants all the tea they can possibly get on their fave. I was working as a maid for a celebrity couple. Or should I say royalty and I'm not talking about Prince William and Kate Middleton. I'm talking about Janet Jackson and Wissam Al Mana. The best job I ever had, in different ways it had it's perks, in other ways it's was a wild rendezvous that I didn't think I would get involved with. I may be a little petty for putting our business on front street, but in the end something positive came out of it. Of course in the book their identity is hidden but since it's you and me I'll speak the truth. Let me take you on a trip to how it all began.

Two and a Half Years Ago

Janet

Stress. That is all it is, is stress. I've been married to Wissam for a year now. It has been amazing but between LA, Dubai and every other city across this globe I can't take care of the house. I need extra help around here. Yes believe it or not Janet Jackson get on her knees and cleans, and gets on her knees for other things but I'm guessing y'all already knew that. We need a maid. Plain and simple. I don't care who they are but we just need a little extra help. I need a little extra help.

"Baby you know I like it like that." I always get what I want as long as he gets to see Strawberry. Strawberry is fucking lethal, she will have you speaking in your native tongue.

"Ahh I'm bout to cum." I moaned in his ear. I knew he was close. And together we went into ecstasy. I am so getting what I want.

"Baby you need to tell Strawberry to chill out." Wissam said trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry. But I don't know who else you wanna make love to." I said as I laid my head on his chest.

"Um maybe Damita Jo or "innocent" Janet." he said putting air quotes around 'innocent'.

"What is that suppose to mean." I sat up looking him directly in the eyes.

"Well honey you are far from innocent." he said laughing.

"Oh shut up." I said playfully hitting his chest. "But for real babe we gotta talk about something."

"What's on your mind mama?"

I need to figure out how to ask him this, because he is really into his privacy policy. He wouldn't some random person in our home. And I don't blame him. We gotta be careful on who comes in and out, just because of who we are.

"Well you know how like you take your trips, and I'm stuck home alone?"

"Yes?"

"And how I clean the house all by my lonesome?"

"Yes?"

"And ho-."

"Jan just get to the point." I cleared my throat.

"Okay well I think should get a maid." Wissam looked at me like I had three heads. "Now before you go off the deep end, just listen." he signals me to continue.

I took a deep breath "I need extra help around here I know you like your privacy and so do I but this house is too damn big for me to clean it by myself."

"I help you clean."

"Yeah you do but that is only when you're here. While you're gone from anywhere to two to three months I gotta clean this big ass house by myself. I can't handle all that extra stress. I gotta work too. I have deadlines to meet just like you." He sighed deeply. I got him. Anytime he sighs in defeat I know I got him.