Serving his desires

Chapter 11

I sat up in bed, rubbing my temples as I tried to shake off the remnants of last night’s dream, after pleasuring my self Mercilessly, I still dreamt about him making things worse. My body still felt hot, my skin overly sensitive as if his touch had been real.

But it wasn’t.

Lucian hadn’t touched me. He hadn’t even looked at me in that way. It was all in my head—just a dream.

I let out a frustrated sigh, pushing the covers off me. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow across my room. I needed to shake this feeling, to push away the lingering heat curling in my stomach.

Swinging my legs over the bed, I padded toward the bathroom. A shower. A cold one. That would help.

But as I stood under the stream, letting the water run down my body, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from drifting back to him. His voice. His presence. The way he carried himself with that effortless dominance, that quiet control.

Why did I find that so intoxicating?

I ran my hands down my arms, inhaling sharply as my fingertips brushed against my own skin. My body was betraying me, reacting to a man who barely acknowledged me beyond what was necessary.

I shook my head and turned off the water, stepping out of the shower. As I dried myself off, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my lips slightly parted as if I were still lost in the dream.

I needed to stop this.

After getting dressed in my maid’s uniform, I took a deep breath and straightened my posture. Today, I would keep my mind where it belonged—on work, not on the man who had unknowingly begun to consume my thoughts.

I stepped out of my room dressed in my maid’s uniform, smoothing my hands over the fabric as I made my way toward the kitchen. The morning air was crisp, but inside the estate, there was an odd stillness—like the calm before a storm.

As I entered the kitchen, I spotted Lucian sitting at the counter, sipping his usual black coffee. He didn’t acknowledge me at first, his eyes focused on the steaming cup in his hand. But I knew he was aware of my presence. He always was.

I moved quietly, reaching for a cloth to start wiping down the counters after greeting him, but his voice stopped me.

“I’ll be having some people over later.”

I turned slightly, meeting his gaze. His expression was unreadable, as always—cold, controlled.

“Business associates?” I asked.

He gave a slight nod. “Yes. Stay out of the way.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “Understood. Do you need anything prepared for them?”

“No,” he said, setting his cup down. “Just make sure the place is presentable.”

I nodded, returning to my task. I was always making sure the place was presentable—his entire estate was spotless, not a single thing out of place.

Lucian stood, adjusting the cuff of his crisp white shirt. His presence filled the room, his scent—something dark and clean—lingering in the air. For a moment, I felt his gaze on me, lingering, assessing, he also had this little devilish smirk on those seductive lips of his.

But then he turned and walked away, leaving me with nothing but the sound of his retreating footsteps and an odd tightness in my chest.

I exhaled slowly once he was gone, gripping the cloth a little tighter. There was something about him—something unsettling. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that he was just my employer, his presence always left a mark on me.

I finished wiping down the counters, moving through the kitchen with practiced ease. It had become my routine, my place of comfort in this massive, empty estate. But today, everything felt heavier. Maybe it was because of last night, or maybe it was because I had seen something in his eyes just now—something fleeting, almost unreadable.

Shaking off the thought, I focused on my tasks. I cleaned, double-checked everything, and made sure the living area looked immaculate. Hours passed, and soon, the sun had climbed higher into the sky, casting soft golden light through the massive windows.

The first sign of his guests arriving was the deep rumble of cars pulling into the long driveway. I straightened my uniform, glancing toward the entrance. Moments later, voices filled the once-quiet estate.

Men. Their presence was immediately noticeable—low voices, sharp laughter, and the occasional clink of expensive watches against whiskey glasses. I kept to the edges, moving like a shadow, avoiding unnecessary attention. But then, I heard it—his voice.

“Leave it there,” Lucian said, and I turned just in time to see him glance in my direction. His gaze lingered for a second before flicking away, as if dismissing me entirely.

I swallowed, nodded, and disappeared into the hallway, doing what I always did—staying out of his way.

I stayed near the hallway, listening to the deep voices coming from the living area. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but something about the way Lucian spoke to them made me curious. He was always so cold and controlled, but with them, his tone was sharper—like a man used to authority, a man who expected nothing less than obedience.

I moved toward the kitchen, busying myself with preparing drinks. Just as I was pouring a glass of whiskey, I felt a presence behind me. I turned, and my breath caught when I saw Lucian standing there, watching me.

“Bring those to the lounge,” he said, his voice smooth yet commanding.

I nodded and carefully placed the glasses on a silver tray before carrying them to the lounge. As I stepped inside, the conversation quieted for a moment. The men were well-dressed, exuding wealth and power. Some of them barely glanced at me, but one man’s gaze lingered a little too long, making my skin prickle.

I ignored it, setting the drinks down on the glass table before stepping back. Lucian, who had taken a seat, barely acknowledged me, his fingers lazily swirling the liquid in his glass.

“You’re well-hidden in this place,” one of the men remarked. “Didn’t even notice you had help.”

Lucian’s gaze flickered to me briefly before returning to his drink. “She does her job.”

That was all he said, but something about the way he said it made my stomach tighten. I lowered my head slightly before turning to leave.

The man stared at me for a while and when Lucian noticed his eyebrows furrowed. Is that jealousy?

As I exited, I let out a slow breath. He barely acknowledged me in front of them, and yet, I couldn’t forget the way he looked at me when no one else was around. How ironic and misleading, sneaky bastard.