Dominant Desires

Got the job

CHAPTER FOUR __________

LISA’S POV

This was a disaster. My hands were shaking, and my legs felt like jelly. I was angry at myself.

How could I have made such a big mistake?

It was all because of the damn doors.

Why were they both so identical?

I should have knocked on the other door, the left one.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. It was no use. I was beyond humiliated.

Also, I should have walked out immediately, as soon as I realized that this was the private room of the owner.

But how could I?

He was so handsome, and his eyes, his scent, his voice, it all drew me in.

My mind was a blur, and I felt sick. I couldn't think straight. All I could do was replay the events over and over again.

Seeing him in that state, naked and hard. His touch. His kiss.

‘Ugh.’ I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

This was bad.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. My hands were shaking.

Okay. What now?

I had to do something. I had to apologize and try to fix this.

I remembered my mother. I needed this job. I needed the money.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and my throat was closing up.

I was about to cry when Henry stepped out of the room.

His face was expressionless, and his voice was cold.

“I-I’m so sorry, Mr Henry.” I began to beg. “I didn’t mean to enter that room. I swear.

Please don't kick me out. I need this job. I really do. My mother is sick. She’s dying.

Without this money, I can't afford her treatment. Please, please, please don't kick me out." I cried.

Tears fell from my eyes, and my voice trembled.

"Please. I'll do anything. Anything." I said.

My face was wet, and my chest ached. I was sobbing.

The butler frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.

“What you did was completely unprofessional, Miss Lisa. Do you understand that? Do you understand how embarrassing it was for Mr Jackson, who had been waiting for the person he had ordered, and he got you instead? You, a simple, poor maid." He asked.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear. Just give me another chance. Please don’t kick me out.” I pleaded.

Henry shook his head and sighed.

"I'm not going to kick you out." He said.

My eyes widened.

"Really?" I asked.

Henry nodded.

"Yes, really. Mr Jackson told me to hire you, which is surprising, considering the fact that he’s usually very strict and uptight." He said.

"Mr Jackson said what?" I was shocked.

"He wants you to work for him. You’ve been hired." Henry said sternly.

My eyes grew wide.

“What?…I…” I was too stunned to speak.

I could feel the tears starting to well up again.

"Oh, thank you, Mr Henry. Thank you so much. I won't let you down. I promise." I sobbed.

I threw my arms around the older man and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you. Thank you." I cried.

Henry was shocked, and he quickly pushed me away.

"Don't be so silly, miss. Don’t you ever hug me again. Is that understood?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Good. Now, wipe your face and compose yourself." Henry said.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

"Okay. I'm ready." I said.

"Now, You’re very lucky that you were hired. But if you do something like that again, I will not hesitate to throw you out. Do you understand, Miss Lisa?"

I nodded.

"Yes. Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise.” I replied.

“Good. Now, follow me.” Henry said.

He turned around and began to walk

towards the other side of the hall.

There was an elevator there, which surprised me because, why didn’t he let me use it earlier.

Why did he make me climb all those stairs when the elevator was right there?

The question lingered in my mind.

"Wait. Why did you let me climb those stairs? If the elevator was right there, then why?" I asked.

"You're new here, Miss. You have to prove your worth and earn the privilege of using the elevator."

My eyebrows shot up.

"What? How?"

"By not doing something stupid like you did earlier."

"Oh. Okay." I mumbled and bowed my head.

I felt my cheeks burning.

"I'm sorry, Mr Henry." I apologized again.

Henry didn’t reply. Instead, he pressed the button, and the doors of the elevator opened.

I followed him inside, and we went up. I stood beside Henry. I was too scared to say anything.

When we reached the top, the doors opened, and Henry led me down a hallway.

There was something different about this hallway compared to the rest of the mansion.

It was brighter and more modern. The walls were white, and the floor was polished hardwood.

It was also quieter. I couldn’t hear any noises. There were also portraits of various people hanging on the wall.

"Who are those people?" I asked curiously as I stared at the portraits.

"Mr Jackson's ancestors." Henry answered.

"Oh. They look so nice."

"Yes, they were very successful and powerful. Mr Jackson takes a lot after them."

"Yeah. He must be a successful businessman, too. Right? What does he do?” I asked with curiosity.

Henry gave me a stern glance.

"That’s none of your business, Miss Smith. All you should know is that Mr Jackson is a very rich and powerful man, and with a snap of his fingers, he could destroy your life. Some people call him the devil because of how ruthless he can be. So, I advise you to behave yourself if you want to keep this job."

"Yes, sir." I whispered.

Geez! Mr Jackson sounded so scary.

It was hard to believe that he was the same man I had seen earlier. The man I kissed earlier.

He was so handsome and passionate. How could a man like him be so ruthless and cruel?

We walked to the end of the hallway, and that was when I realized that this hallway had only two doors.

One at the end, which was closed and the other to the left, which was slightly open.

Henry pushed open the door on the left, and I followed him inside.

"This will be your room, Miss Lisa. Please make yourself comfortable.

Dinner will be served at seven. Until then, you can explore the mansion, but remember, do not enter the master’s private room again. Also, the room next door is the master’s bedroom. Since you’re his personal maid, you’re allowed to enter his room, but only when he asks you to. Do you understand, Miss Lisa?” Henry said.

I was too busy admiring the room to pay attention to what he was saying.

The room I was in was huge and luxurious. The walls were painted white, there was a king-size bed and a beautiful fireplace opposite it. There was a walk-in closet at one end and a huge TV hung on the wall.

There was also a door at the other end, which I assumed led to the bathroom.

But what caught my attention was the view from the window.

I ran to the window and gasped. The room overlooked a garden. It was full of roses, tulips, and orchids.

I could see a fountain and a small lake. It was breathtaking.

I still couldn’t believe it. This was my room. My room.

The room of a maid. Wow.

“Miss Smith, are you listening to me?"

I turned around and saw Henry staring at me impatiently.

"Sorry, sir. Yes, yes, I'm listening.” I replied quickly.

Henry rolled his eyes and sighed.

“God, you really are a stupid girl, aren’t you?" He said.

I looked at him confused.

"What did I do, sir?" I asked.

Henry rubbed his forehead and cleared his throat.

"Nothing, nothing. Just don't enter the master's private room. Do not talk to him unless he asks you a question. Don't look him in the eye. Just keep your head down and do your job. Do you understand, Miss Smith?"

“Yes sir.” I nodded.

"Good. Now, if you have any questions, please come to me." He told me.

"Yes, sir." I replied.

"Alright, Miss Lisa. I'll leave you to it."

With that, Henry left the room.

As soon as the door closed, I collapsed onto the bed.

I still couldn't believe it. I had a job.

I had the job!!!!! A well-paying job. And I didn’t have to pay rent.

I couldn't help but smile.

I was so excited. I could finally afford to pay my mother's bills and buy her the medication she needed.

This was great.

But at the same time, I felt a little bit of fear.

Why did Mr Jackson want to hire me? He had seen me. In his private room.

That had to be awkward, right?

“Ugh.” I slapped my forehead.

I wondered what was going through his mind when he saw me kneeling on the ground.

Was he angry? Disgusted? Or did he find me attractive?

No. There was no way. I was a poor maid with a weird personality.

Nobody found me attractive. Mr. Jackson was probably just being nice.

But then again, I couldn’t erase the image of his naked body from my mind. Or how hard he was.

He was so big also. I wondered if it would fit. The sight of his member was burned into my brain.

He had been so aroused. So, maybe, just maybe, he had enjoyed our encounter.

I bit my lower lip and tried to stop myself from picturing him, but I couldn’t.

It was so difficult.

I had never felt this way before.

Why was my brain so obsessed with him? It was ridiculous.

Why was I feeling like this?

I didn't know what was happening to me, but one thing was certain, Mr Jackson had an effect on me.

And I if there was one thing, I swore to myself as I laid on that bed, was that I would never go to his private room again.

Never again. I couldn't.

That room was sensual. It was dangerous.

The leather whips, the chains, the candles. It was a room full of lust.

What did Mr Jackson do in there? Did he have women chained up while he made love to them? Did he make love, or did he have rough s*x?

And did he enjoy whipping them while they were chained up?

All these thoughts ran through my head, and I blushed.

Mr Jackson’s private room was forbidden.

I had to stay away from it.

For my own sanity.