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⁠ CHAPTER EIGHT (08)

MAI'S POV

I stood. My feets frozen. I couldn't move. I didn't even know when I'll move. My eyes couldn't leave what I was seeing— a naked blonde and a naked roman. I cringed at the thought of them having s•x in the living room. Didn't he have a room for this kind of stuffs? Shivers course pass my spine.

Roman chuckled at my reaction. "Resterai lì a guardare il mio amore?(Are you going to stand there my love?)." He spoke with an Italian accent.

The blonde untop of him reaches out her fingers, touching his smooth chin. "She doesn't know Italian, baby." She said, her voice audible.

Roman grabbed her by her br••st, her head falling back. "She doesn't have to know Italian," he paused as he made her get to her feet. "Fai semplicemente quello per cui sei pagato o ti mando da uomini che ti faranno pentire di non aver fatto bene il tuo lavoro (Just do what you're paid for or I send you to men who'll make you regret not doing your job properly)." He said again in his Italian accent, almost like an order.

The blonde goes silence, getting off roman. I closed one of my eyes as a side of roman's ahem d•ck was in an angle. The blonde grabbed it with her hands and put it in her mouth, making roman growl on a seductive yet satisfying way. I swear i got creeps growing all over my body as I wanted to throw up. With the last dignity and self respect I had, I opened my eyes, turning up the stairs and ran. I ran up the stairs, my feet pounding against the cold marble floor. I reached the room I had been staying in and burst through the door, slamming it shut behind me. I locked it, the click of the latch a reassuring sound.

I leaned against the door, breathing heavily. I didn't want to think about what had just happened downstairs. I didn't want to think about Roman or the blonde or the look in his eyes, or roman's d•ck's, or the blonde's naked body. I just wanted to escape.

Without thinking, I headed straight for the bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping under the stream. The warmth enveloped me, soothing my tense muscles.

I stood there, letting the water wash over me. Time lost all meaning as I stood there, my mind numb. It felt like I'd been in the shower for hours, but when I finally turned off the water, I realized it had probably only been about an hour. The hot water had relaxed me, but it hadn't washed away the unease that lingered inside me.

I stepped out of the shower and gazed at my reflection in the mirror, my naked body glistening with water droplets. But instead of feeling refreshed, I felt a creeping sense of discomfort. I quickly wrapped myself in a robe, tying the belt tightly around my waist.

After drying off, I slipped into my pajamas, the soft fabric a comforting contrast to the cold unease that had settled inside me. But just as I was starting to relax, I began to hear the soft moans coming from downstairs. My heart sank, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

I tried to block out the sound, finishing getting ready for bed. I climbed under the covers, covering my ears with a pillow, praying for sleep to come and wash away the memories of the night. As I lay there, the sounds muffled but still audible, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up with a growling stomach, realizing I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. Hunger pangs were gnawing at me, but the thought of eating with Roman after last night's events was unbearable. Irritation simmered within me.

Just then, my mind wandered to the holiday plan I had with Zoey and Caleb. The thought of spending the day with my friends brought a smile to my face. I quickly prepared everything I needed, rushing through my morning routine. Within fifteen minutes, I was ready to leave. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere.

As I reached the dining area, Roman looked up from his breakfast, his eyes locking onto mine. "Where are you going?" he asked, his tone firm.

I tried to brush him off, heading towards the door, but he didn't seem inclined to let me pass. The guards stepped forward, blocking my path. I turned to Roman, a hint of defiance in my voice, "I want to meet my friends for today's break."

Roman's expression remained unreadable, but his response was clear, "You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.

Roman's expression turned stern, "You have something more important to attend to than those people."

I laughed, incredulity creeping into my voice, "Yeah right, what's more important than them?"

Roman's reply was deadpan, "Cleaning your room."

I rolled my eyes, "My room's clean."

Roman's gaze was unyielding, "Your real room."

My curiosity piqued, "Why?"

Roman's response was simple, "Cause it's my house."

I shot back, "Since it's your house, why don't you clean it yourself?"

Roman's tone turned slightly irritated, "Because it's not my room."

I pressed on, "But it is your house, so why not clean it?"

Roman's face darkened, "You're not going to get out of this that easily. You're going to clean your room, and that's final."

I stood my ground, "I'm not cleaning some room I haven't even seen. What's in it that's so important?"

Roman's jaw clenched, "You'll find out when you get there."

I crossed my arms, "I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on."

Roman's eyes flashed with annoyance, but he seemed determined to keep his cool, "Let's just say it's a matter of...housecleaning," he paused. "Why don't you clean your room?"

I stared at him. "Because it's not mine."

"That shows how dirty you are." He admitted.

My blood boiled in anger. "It also shows how lazy you are."

"If I'm so lazy, how did I get this mansion?"

I growled in anger, my teeth bitting my inner lips. "A mansion you can't clean."

"Says the dirty girl herself."

"Says the man who f•cks—"

"..you later." He interpreted and I froze. Roman took the opportunity to strike as he bent his head to my ear, his breathe danced across my skin. "Do you want what happened to the blonde lady to happen to you?" He asked.

"You can't...t-the law." I starmmered.

Roman adjusted his posture as he stood straight, his hands in his pocket. "I am the law."

I stood there, my anger still simmering, but Roman's words kept echoing in my mind. I decided to take a deep breath and try to approach the situation differently. "Fine," I said, my voice still laced with defiance. "I'll clean the room."

Roman's expression changed, a hint of satisfaction flickering across his face. "Good," he said, his voice smooth. "Your items are ready, and your maid uniform is in the room. Clean well."

I felt a surge of indignation at the mention of a maid uniform, but I bit back my retort. I would play along, for now. I nodded curtly and turned to follow the maid to the room. As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of uniform Roman had in store for me. And what exactly did he mean by "clean well"?

I pushed open the door to the room, and a wave of chaos hit me. The space was a disaster, with clothes and papers scattered everywhere. I let out a deep breath, surveying the mess. On the bed, I spotted the maid uniform Roman had mentioned - a classic black and white getup, but as I picked it up, my heart sank. It was short. Really short.

I couldn't help but think about how I'd look in it. I hesitated for a moment before deciding to try it on. As I slipped into the uniform, I realized my worst fears were confirmed - it was indeed short. I felt a surge of annoyance and frustration. I didn't want to wear this.

Without hesitation, I ran back downstairs, my bare feet padding on the floor. Roman was sitting in the dining room, enjoying a leisurely dinner. He looked up as I approached, his eyes scanning me before raising an eyebrow at the sight of the uniform.

"The dress, it's short," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Roman's expression didn't change. "It's the only size you can get," he replied, his voice calm.

I growled under my breath, feeling a surge of irritation. But I wasn't going to argue about it anymore. Instead, I walked over to the buffet and piled ten pancakes onto a plate. Roman watched me, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

I ignored him and headed back upstairs, my plate of pancakes in hand. Before getting dressed properly, I decided to fuel up. I dug in, savoring the sweet, fluffy goodness. As I ate, I glanced around the room, my gaze lingering on the mess.

When I finished my snack, I looked at the chaos surrounding me and said, "Well, it's time." I was ready to tackle the mess, even if it killed me. And I was still wearing the short maid uniform.

If this was hell, then I would have gotten a trophy.

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