Domineering Billionaire’s Maid

Alice's P.O.V.

He glances at his wristwatch and looks up at me, causing me to close my eyes in terror right away.

"Please pardon my tardiness, sir. I just dozed off because I had a headache, and when I awoke, I rushed to your room. I'm sorry-"

"Just shut the fuck up." As he thunders, slamming his hands on the table, I flinch.

"Open your eyes." I immediately open my eyes in response to his order. He continues, glaring at me, and I lower my gaze. "I will punish you for being late."

I return my gaze to him and beg frantically, "Please don't punish me. I'll be on time next time. It is just that-"

He warns me in a commanding tone, cutting my words. "If next time you speak without my permission, I'll shut you up with my dick." My eyes enlarge, listening to his words.

A few hours ago

I'm Alice Clark. I'm twenty and have been working as a maid for the Wilson family since my mother died a year ago. Accepting my mother's death and then beginning to work as a maid to settle my mother's debt to the Wilson family were the most strenuous days of my life. I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion.

Wilson brothers; the two hot billionaires; Alexander Wilson and Edward Wilson, whom I have never seen, for whom I work. There are some insane tales about those siblings that I have heard. My hands shiver in fright to even think about them because it gives chills down my spine. I just wish I never come across them, because if I come, I don't know what they'll do to me. I heard that if their lustful eyes fall on any woman; they make her their slave and own her mind, body, and soul.

After my shower, I come out of the bathroom dressed in my maid attire - a black dress, a white apron, and a hairband. The dress reaches my mid-thigh and lifts furthermore when I wear it with heels. When male workers ogle at my legs, it makes me feel pretty uncomfortable.

Why does this uniform have to be so short, God? I despise it when men gaze at me with lust in their eyes.

I dwell in one of Wilson's servant quarters. Every quarter has a single bed, and a small attached bathroom. My job is to cook, which I enjoy.

Painting is a passion of mine. So, in my spare time, I pick up a brush and paint on my canvas whatever is going through my mind. It feels fantastic. I'm ready to paint in any state of mind. After my mother, painting is my only source of happiness.

It is something my mother taught me to do, and whenever I do it, I feel as though she is there with me, which brings me immense peace. I honestly miss her. When memories of my mother flash through my mind, tears well up in my eyes.

A maid, Lily, enters my quarters with her face drooping in melancholy. One of the Wilson brothers, Edward, has owned her as a slave for the past two weeks. She seemed to be really depressed, so I'm sure he did something terrible with her.

"Lily, is everything alright? Did he hurt you?" I questioned her with concern, placing my hand on her face.

"I've stopped serving as his personal maid. He became weary of me. I wanted him more." She cried, causing my eyes to widen in shock.

"What? You loved being his slave. Why?" I enquired in a tone of complete disbelief.