Chapter 4

Lilian was up early the next day, not because she wanted to or because she had to, but because she couldn't sleep a wink last night. Her head was swimming with thoughts. She had a shower and got dressed. The uniform was certainly not her style. It looked like the maid outfits in some anime she had seen. She was a little bit short and revealing quite a lot of her boobs. She was so uncomfortable.

She walked out of her room and met another maid on her way to wake her up. "Ahh, you're awake. Go downstairs and take some coffee to Mr. Richards. He also wishes to see you." This was Lilian's nightmare. She reluctantly went downstairs and got coffee. On her way, she admired the grandeur of the mansion. Everything was placed perfectly. There were so many things to steal here.

She took the coffee upstairs and made her way to Damian's room. She entered and saw him in his trousers only. "Have you heard of this thing called knocking?" he asked angrily. "Have you heard of this thing called locks?" she retorted. She might be his maid, but she wasn't going to take any of his sass. She was in a bad enough mood already.

Damian walked towards her and looked her in the eyes. She simply stared back, matching his intensity. "You don't want to be messing around with me, Miss Mendez." "Likewise, Mr. Richards. Now where the fuck do I drop your coffee." Damian was impressed by her boldness. She interested him.

"You know what? You could just hold on to it. I need to change these trousers. I don't think I want to wear them anymore." Damian proceeded to take them off, and soon he was stark naked in front of Lilian. She was expecting he was wearing boxers underneath, so she wasn't concerned, but seeing as he had been wearing none made her feel uncomfortable. She felt her cheeks get hot with embarrassment. She tried her best to keep her line of sight perfectly horizontal, but her quick eye caught sight of his cock. It was big. Every lady's dream. She tried not to stare at it and keep her thoughts clean, but it was really hard to focus with a naked Adonis in front of her.

Damian relished her discomfort. She was trying so hard to keep a straight face. He walked up slowly toward her. She felt her insides churn. Soon he was barely inches away from her. She began to feel hot and dizzy. She didn't like this feeling at all. She thought she felt his dick rub up against her, her breast was mere centimeters away from lightly stroking him. This was too much.

Damian saw she was terribly embarrassed and decided to stop his teasing. He took the coffee from her and downed it in one gulp. "You may leave now." Lilian didn't wait for a second longer and made a beeline to the door. Once she had gotten far away enough, she stopped and tried to catch her breath. She was sweating and hot, and all she did was stand there holding a cup of coffee. She was such an idiot. Why the hell had she lost her composure in front of him? It's not like he is the first guy she had seen naked. She felt really silly and went downstairs to find something else to preoccupy her. She was going to spend the rest of the day mentally scolding herself for losing form in front of him. She was better than that.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Damian had gone to work, and she was left cleaning, dusting, sweeping, and making beds. She hated all of this. She wanted this nightmare to be over. Finally, she had her lunch break. The food was delicious, better than anything she had ever tasted before. More chores were done, then evening came. Damian came back and ordered one of the maids to tell Lilian to bring his dinner to his room. Lilian would do anything to avoid seeing him, but she had no choice. She took his dinner up to his room, knocked this time, and waited for a reply before she entered.

"I see you have finally learned the concept of knocking. See, that wasn't very hard." Lilian said nothing. Not that she was short of words, but she decided to approach cautiously. "Keep it on the table over there," he said while drinking his champagne. Lilian dropped it quietly on the table and turned to leave. "Your tongue-tied this evening. Did you see a ghost?" said Damian mockingly. Lilian stood quietly at the door, her back turned to him. She hesitated, and to Damian's surprise, she gave him the middle finger and walked out. "She has some nerve," thought Damian to himself. He ate his dinner quietly, and soon another maid came in to pick up the empty plate.

Work was the usual. Nothing to report. He stood on his balcony sipping his wine. Nothing stressed him out. Not work and not a stubborn maid. He would let Lilian spread her wings. Sooner or later, he would clip them. He was in no rush.

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 Lilian walked to her room. She was exhausted. Exhausted from work, exhausted from being there, and especially exhausted from putting up with that proud pathetic peacock. She needed some well-deserved rest. She flopped on the bed and shut her eyes. They were soo heavy. Her breath was steady and calm, but her thoughts were unresting.

Now and then, thoughts about seeing Damian naked the other day flashed across her mind. Why had she lost her form in front of him? He was good-looking; she wasn't going to lie about that. But there was just something about him that she just couldn't get her finger on. As her thoughts continued to whirl, she heard a faint knock at the door. "Who is it?" she said without getting up from the bed. "It's me," was the response she heard. She could just make out the voice of one of the maids she had worked with that day.

"I just wanted to let you know that dinner is ready," she said from behind the door. Lilian didn't reply. She had been quite sour to all of them, so instinctively, they stayed out of her way as much as possible. It wasn't their fault that she was there, but seeing them reminded her that she was now a slave, held against her own genuine will but by a contract she had signed.

She continued to lie on the bed. Soon her stomach grumbled. She was hungry, and thoughts about her delicious lunch were more than enough incentive to get her up and make her go down for dinner. She walked down the stairs wearily. Everywhere was quiet and empty. The maids always left last. She found her dinner left out on the table. There were no other plates. Seemed they had all eaten and gone home.

She sat alone at the table and ate in silence. She noticed there was a small covered dish next to her plate. And a note next to it. She had barely noticed them in her tiredness. "In case you would like some more," it read. She looked at her plate and she was nearly done with her food, but she was still very hungry. She quickly emptied her plate and took the one in the second dish. She was famished, and the fresh smell of the food revived her hunger.

While she ate, she heard some footsteps coming in her direction. She wasn't bothered to look. It was probably a maid going home late. Soon she heard a voice. "Having a late dinner, I see." It was Damian. He was bored and had come down for a late-night stroll. Lilian ignored him. "You know," he continued, "for a thief, you eat quite lady-like." Lilian continued to eat in silence. She wasn't going to let him spoil her meal.

Damian noticed that he wasn't having any effect on her. He walked up to her and put his hands down hard on the table. Lilian looked up, unimpressed. "I don't like being ignored," he said in his dangerously smooth voice. Lilian stared hard at him. "If you don't like being ignored, then don't talk to people who don't want to listen to you." She continued eating her food in silence.

Damian was losing his patience. He grabbed her roughly by the face and forced her to look up at him. "I hate being spoken back to," he said under his breath. "And I hate being spoken to." She pulled her face away and gave him a death stare. Damian was unmoved. He stared back and then walked away. Forget about his earlier thoughts of letting her spread her wings; it was time to clip them.

Lilian sat back down. She had lost interest in her meal and was full anyway. Damian was an asshole, and she was going to give him a very hard time.