Maid For Daddies.

Chapter 12

Billie.

I pushed the trolley through the connecting door at the far end of Molly’s room, and the bathroom opened before me like another world entirely.

It was far bigger than the image in my mind had suggested. The ceiling soared high, dark marble walls veined with gold catching the recessed lighting in endless ripples. The bathtub dominated the center: a freestanding oval of pure white marble, so large it could have fit three people comfortably, polished to a glassy sheen. Gold fixtures gleamed of a faucet, showerhead, handheld wand all curved and elegant, like something pulled from a palace.

The tub faced a wide window that stretched almost floor-to-ceiling, framed in heavy black drapes that were currently drawn back. Beyond the glass, the estate rolled out in manicured lawns fading into shadowed gardens, the horizon swallowed by deepening blue.

Whoever sat in that tub would see everything as well as the reflection of their own body in the dark glass at night.

I stood there a moment, duster forgotten in my hand, just staring.

A long vanity stretched along one wall, double sinks in matching white marble, gold-framed mirrors above. Thick, dark towels hung from gold hooks. A small velvet stool waited beside the tub, as if someone might need to sit while the water ran.

It was too beautiful.

I knelt to clean the floor. Even if Molly unsettled me and I still didn’t understand what it was for, I’d cleaned it well.

I gave the tub one last wipe,straightened, and looked around the bathroom one more time. Then Molly and pushed the trolley out into the hallway, and closed the door behind me.

Back in my room, I stripped out of the burgundy uniform and dropped it into the basket. The stockings peeled off last, leaving faint lace patterns on my thighs. I changed into a sweater top and sweat pants.

I ate at the kitchen island, fork moving mechanically, mind still in that room.

After, I carried my phone to the living-room couch, curled into the corner, legs tucked under me.

I opened the camera roll. Those quick, guilty snaps from the cabinet stared back at me. Hesitantly, I opened the browser.

Results loaded instantly of B.utt plugs, d*ldos, vibrators and Anall beads. Lube in different viscosities and flavors.

I scrolled faster, eyes widening and gasps growing on every result.

The funny-shaped burgundy couch was a Love couch designed for… positions, multiple angles and support for bodies in ways normal furniture never allowed.

I clicked one link, images of couples using it. The curves suddenly made perfect, mortifying sense. Molly was a playroom.

I kept scrolling, reading descriptions and looking at diagrams until my eyes grew heavy.

Sleep pulled me under on the couch, phone still glowing in my hand.

The last thing I saw before my lids closed was an image of a collar exactly like the one in the cabinet.

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Law.

I paused in the doorway, jacket still draped over my arm, tie half-undone. The living room lamp cast a halo around her curled form on the couch. She’d shifted slightly in sleep, phone slightly slipped from her fingers, screen still lit, face-down on the cushion but glowing enough to catch my eye.

Curiosity, rare for me at this hour, pulled me closer.

I reached down, careful not to wake her yet, and tapped the screen awake.

The browser tab was still open.

“girl on bed with cuffs on hands and legs videos”

The search results filled the screen: thumbnails of restrained women, s*x toys and Love couch positions. Along with Playlists. A few titles explicit enough that even I raised a brow.

A low chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.

Molly had sparked something in her .

We’d watched, of course.

From the office, the security feeds streamed straight to our tablets. I’d kept mine discreet, split-screen on my laptop while I finished reports but I hadn’t missed a single reaction.

The way her breath had caught when she stepped inside the cage.

The flush that climbed her neck when she saw her own reflection in the dome.

The hesitant touch on the leather cuff, like she was testing whether it would bite. The quick, guilty glance at the mirrors, as if imagining herself there.

And then the way she’d frozen when she opened the cabinet. Her eyes wide at the objects before slamming it shut and snapping those furtive photos.

She’d been appalled, yes. But she’d also been curious.

And curiosity, in a house like this, is the most dangerous thing of all.

I glanced down at her again, her mouth softly parted, collarbone exposed where her top had slipped.

I tapped the screen once more, dimming it, and set the phone face-down on the coffee table.

She stirred then, eyelashes fluttering, a small confused sound in her throat.

Her eyes opened and looked at me.

She startled upright, hand flying to her chest. “Law—”

“Researching late-night, are we?” I said. “Careful. Some things you google… start to feel a lot less hypothetical.”

She sat up straighter, tugging her top back into place. The slip of her shoulder exposed her neck.

I stepped back.

She rubbed her eyes. “I was exhausted. I just… dozed off.”

“Get some real sleep,” I said, turning toward the hallway. “Couch isn’t kind to necks. And neither are questions you’re not ready to ask out loud.”

She didn’t answer.

I felt her eyes on my back the whole way out.

And I knew she wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

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Billie.

The moment I closed my bedroom door, I checked my phone browser tab open exactly where I’d left it.

Oh god!

Had Law seen it? He must have.

Grunting in embarrassment, I locked the screen, shoved the phone and tried to breathe.

I let my hair down slowly, fingers combing through the strands until they fell loose around my shoulders.

I stepped onto the small balcony off my room to admire the night view. Stars scattered like spilled diamonds. I leaned on the railing, gazing up, letting the vastness of it calm the frantic beat in my chest.

I pulled myself together and headed back.

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The office door was ajar, I knocked once then pushed it open.

They were seated around Leon’s wide desk. Leon at the head, Silas leaning back in one chair, Law across from him. Papers and a tablet between them, something about a diamond company.

I stepped inside but kept my eyes up on the ceiling, anywhere but their faces.

“Stop looking at the ceiling,” Leon said. “Look at us.”

I forced my gaze down. Fidgeted with my fingers, twisting them in front of me.

Leon’s eyes were steady. Silas watched with a half-smile. Law sat motionless, expression unreadable behind his glasses.

“I… um,” I started, “I was wondering if I could go out tomorrow. To get cleaning supplies. And fabric softener. ”

I braced for the no.

Silas tilted his head. “Sure, you can go.”

“Really?”I blurted.

“Yes, but you only have two hours max,” he added, smile widening just a fraction.

I nodded quickly. “Thank you.”

I turned to leave.

“What reward would you like?”Leon’s voice stopped me.

I turned back slowly. “Reward?”

He leaned back slightly, “You do something good, we reward you. You do something bad, we add one hundred thousand to your debt.”

“You cleaned Molly with perfection. We’re obligated to reward good virtue.” Silas added.

Leon’s gaze never wavered. “You’re free to choose anything you want.”

My mind blanked for a second. I had unfinished business that keeps bugging me.

“I’d like…” I began, pointing straight at Law. “To fight him.”

Leon’s brows lifted, surprise flickering across his face for the first time I could remember.

Silas’s smile slowly widened. Law glared at me.

I swallowed but didn’t look away.

He made me get punished and it wasn’t fair. I didn’t let it slide. If we’re settling things then I want a chance to settle this one, my way.

My best reward is a chance to hit back. Even if it hurt and I lose.

“Interesting choice,” Leon murmured.

Silas chuckled.

Law pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once.

His eyes stayed locked on mine.

“When?” he asked.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I said. I didn’t back down.

Leon leaned forward slightly.

“Rethink this, Billie,” he said. “Law’s a four-time MMA champion. He weighs more than you. He’s taller, stronger and faster. You can’t fight him. Not in any way that ends well for you.”

I met his eyes. Then Silas’s amused gaze. Then Law’s unreadable stare.

“I stand by it,” I said. My voice didn’t shake this time.

Silas let out a low, delighted whistle, leaning back in his chair.

Leon studied me for a long second. Then he nodded once.

“Fine,” he said. “New terms. You land one clean punch on Law and you win. You will also get to ask us one question you want. ”

Silas grinned wider. “And we'll sweeten it by reducing your debt by five thousand.”

“All I have to do… is land one blow?” I asked.

They nodded in unison.

Law pushed his chair back.

He stood slowly, reached up, removed his glasses, folded them and set them on the desk.

He walked toward me and stopped far enough that he could close the distance in one step if he wanted.

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

He’d see a punch coming from a mile away. Dodge, block and counter probably without even trying. I’d be lucky if I got within arm’s reach before he ended it.

Maybe I’d gone overboard. There was no back

ing down now.

I swallowed hard. Squared my shoulders and clenched my fists at my sides.

“Give me your best, maid.” he said softly.

I didn’t know if I could land it. But I knew I was going to try.