Chapter 86 Pleasuring the Maid I

Chapter 86 Pleasuring the Maid I

Chapter 1: Maid of a Jerk

She sighed and stared at nothing in particular. She was unfairly fired from a job she needed. She needs to find a job with the same salary or higher, hopefully. She was lounging around when she heard voices behind her.

"Maybe we can talk about it, Myla. I'll raise your pay, Myla. Three hundred dollars a day, is that okay? Please, don't quit."

She softly gasped at the amount she heard. Three hundred dollars a day? What kind of job is that? An artist? A model?

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I've made my decision. It's been two weeks of hell. Thank you for everything."

She saw the woman walk past her and stared at her retreating back before looking back at the older woman with her head hung low. The woman looks so stressed.

Coreen bit her lip as she wondered if she would approach the woman. But she needed a job, and based on what she heard, she was willing to pay a lot! But what if it's illegal?

Ah, Whatever!

"Uhm, excuse me?" she said, grabbing the lady's attention.

She raised her head, and Coreen saw a tired look on her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overhear your conversation earlier. Are you perhaps looking for a replacement for her?" she asked straightforwardly.

The lady's face brightened, and she suddenly held her hands, surprising her.

"Yes, that's right! Are you interested, Miss?" she asked eagerly.

"Uhm, what's the job?"

"A maid! A helper for my nephew. He's a little bit of a headache that no one stays longer than a month," she said in defeat.

From being a secretary, she would be a maid? But what about it? Her conscience answered. She's well-paid, and Coreen is confident that she can do it. Surely there is no one worse than her uncle and his family?

"Yes, I'm willing," she answered with little hesitation.

Being a maid isn't illegal anyway, Coreen convinced herself. Hopefully, the boss is not a murderer or anything of that sort. No matter how much the salary is, she'll not do those things.

The lady hugged her and patted her back enthusiastically. "Thank you! You're an angel, Miss..."

"Coreen."

"Coreen! I'm Liza. Can you start immediately, like tomorrow?" Liza asked rather eagerly.

Wow, that's fast. But well, the faster she has a job, the better. "Yes."

"I'm not going to blame you for giving up right away, but please, oh, please extend your patience, Coreen. My nephew was nice when he was a kid, but when his mom died because his dad left them, he changed drastically. That child only needs care and love, and hopefully, you will stay longer."

She replied with a smile because she didn't want to be confident and said she would last. What if her nephew is a monster?

She returned her attention to the contract and frowned slightly while reading the rules. NEVER GET TOO CLOSE TO HIM. NEVER TOUCH HIM. It's all caps. Angry letters. Emphasized.

"What does this mean?" she asked, referring to the said rules.

Liza smiled sadly at her. "Royce, my nephew, hates human contact."

Later that night, she put everything she'd need good for a week as per Liza's instructions. She has to stay inside the mansion for a week, and her day off is on the weekend, which is perfect for her. Wednesday morning, Liza picked her up from their house, and her jaw almost dropped when she saw the mansion.

The mansion is painted all white, making it look majestic and clean. In the middle is a two-way staircase like what you see in movies. But how come she felt like prey thrown into a lion's den? To be eaten, played with, or devoured?

She took a deep breath before exhaling and entering the left door indicated for housekeepers to use. The right door is where Royce is located and where he stays the most. And there is a glass wall between them.

Isn't this a little overreacting? It's not as if someone will actually touch him intentionally, right? Or someone already did?

Coreen just shrugged and started work right away by cooking lunch.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Coreen flinched a little at his tone and raised her eyes to see him leaning his forehead against the wall as he studied her. Isn't that creepy? Why can't she just cook in peace? Why does the wall have to be glass?

"C-Coreen, sir," she stuttered in answer. "Your new maid. I was hired by your Aunt Liza."

Coreen forced herself to look into his eyes and not his distracting body. Is he seducing someone or what?

"And what makes you different from them?" he snorted. "How many times have I told her to stop sending women? You women are whiny, crybaby, and just plain stupid, honestly," he taunted with a mocking laugh, tickling her.

Coreen dropped the knife and raised her eyebrow.

"And what makes you better than me?" she taunted back. "When you can't even touch me."

To her surprise, Royce only nodded. "True. True. Do you think you're going to last?" he added, challenging her gaze, which she did not cower away from.

"Try me," she answered confidently.

She will not back down.

As he eats, Coreen realized that she had no idea what his work was. Maybe he's a model. That's why he has an ego the size of his house.

While cleaning the counter, she simply observes Royce and studies his every move discreetly. How he handles his spoon and fork, how he slices the bacon before mixing it in the rice, and how he opens his mouth. Even the way he chews and swallows is sexy.

When he's about to lift his head, she immediately looks away and focuses her attention on cleaning the area.

"You literally know things about me, but all I know is your name. Why don't you introduce yourself?" she heard Royce say, which made her stop in mild surprise.

He had just taunted and insulted her, and now he wants to know her. Is he perhaps bipolar? Or he's simply collecting more information to insult her some more?

"There's nothing interesting to know about me. I'm twenty-five, I have a younger sister, and I have no parents. I was a secretary before I came here," she answered honestly.

"Hm, and how did you get fired?"

She could only remember the reason for her unfair removal, and that made her blood boil. "I was accused of being a mistress."

She heard him laugh out loud, which irked her so much.

"With that sultry look, I am not surprised."

She couldn't believe what she heard and whipped to face him. "Excuse me?"

He wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. "What? I was just being honest." He said and just shrugged as if he didn't insult her.

"You really are an asshole," she said in pure disbelief.

"That is my middle name, baby," he said while smirking before laughing and climbing the stairs.

The desire to strangle the man is overwhelming. Royce is an asshole, jerk, insensitive, and sexist. God, she could go on forever, and she only met him! She can't believe that man! Or maybe he's gay, and that is why he's driving women away?

Coreen felt disappointed with her ideas. Despite his ugly personality, the man is still handsome. It actually makes sense now. She snorted at the thought. Royce can't fire her anyway because his aunt hired him, so why not fight back?

"Something funny?"

"Something just came to mind," she answered as she wiped her hands with a clean rug.

She noticed that he was carrying a jacket hanging over his shoulder, making him look like a bad boy.

Royce just hummed in disinterest. "Care to share?"

"I just thought you disliked us because..." she trailed off and stared directly at his piercing gaze. "You like men."

She expected him to laugh and deny her accusations, but his next move surprised her. The man stayed silent and left without a word, but not before looking at her with an unidentified look in his eyes. What was that?

Coreen kept staring at the closed door even after he left. Why did she suddenly feel nervous? She felt all her hair stand the way he looked at her before he left. His eyes held a promise of something. But what? Did she overdo it?

She just ignored it and decided to clean up. She went to her room and didn't realize she had fallen asleep until she slowly woke up to the feeling of something warm trailing up her body.

She slowly opened her eyes, and they grew larger when she saw a hand with gloves that was tracing her leg without actually touching her. Is that even possible? Her eyes trailed up the hand to find Royce with no emotion on his face. Coreen swallowed and tried to stand up to stop it, but was shocked when she couldn't. She looked up to see her hands tied to the headboard of the bed.

"What is this?! Let me go! This is not a good joke!" she demanded in annoyance and fear, but she forced herself to stay calm.

The man only gave her a pointed look. "Yeah? Now we're talking about jokes."

"That's a joke. A joke!" she emphasized.

"It doesn't sound like one to me," he said coldly, sending shivers down her spine.

She bit her lips as she felt his fingers slowly coming closer to her pussy.

"N-no! I'm sorry!" she choked back a sob.

His face hovered above her own, and she could smell his breath as he got closer and closer to her face. Her heart pounded faster, harder, and erratically. But to her relief and dismay, his lips and nose remained a few inches away from hers. She could almost stare into his eyes, and only a small push could connect their lips. This was the first time she had seen his face up close. So close.

His eyes are dark, almost black, with how intense his stare is. Her eyes traveled down his pointed nose down to his red lips—those sinfully sexy lips that had the right curve. He also has a small beard that adds to his manliness. She could not spot a pimple on his face. It was smooth and reddish, making her wonder if her own face was just as smooth.

He continued to tease her and act like he was going to kiss her, but he never did, and it made her frustrated.

"Still think I'm gay, precious?" he breathed on her face.

She couldn't help but whimper when he pulled away to whisper something in her ear. "I hate human contact. I'm not allergic to it," he said, tossing a pair of scissors on her bed before walking away. Leaving her in question. Leaving her confused. Leaving her.... disgustingly wanting more.