Dominant Desires

Strange Obsession

CHAPTER SIX________

XAVIER’S POV

Fck! Fck! Fck!" I continued to scream and yell.

I was so angry. Angry and frustrated.

I couldn’t believe what had happened. I couldn't understand why.

Why wasn’t I able to get aroused?

I was a man. Men needed release. It was part of our nature.

My hands clenched tightly into fists.

How could a woman, who I just met, cause this much rage inside of me?

Why was I behaving like a complete madman?

"Fck." I muttered under my breath and ran my hand through my hair.

I needed to have a talk with Henry. I needed to know everything about the new maid.

I was going to find out.

Why did she make me feel this way. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

And that annoyed me even more. What was wrong with me?

I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to know.

It was an obsession. A desire. A desire to be with her. The maid.

A deep burning desire that I couldn't control. A desire, that would destroy everything. A desire, that was consuming my entire being.

I needed answers. I needed to find out why she had this effect on me.

I quickly got dressed and walked out of my private room and towards the elevator.

My legs tapped against the floor, the sound echoing through the hallway.

I reached the end of the hallway and pushed the button for the elevator.

After a few seconds, the doors opened, and I stepped inside.

The doors closed, and the elevator went down.

As soon as it reached the first floor, I stepped out.

I could see my servants scrambling as soon as they saw me. Everyone was afraid of me.

They knew better than to get in my way.

I could hear the whispers.

"Mr Jackson is coming."

"Quick. Hide. He's angry."

"He'll fire us if he sees us."

Everyone scurried away like rats, leaving the hallway empty.

I actually loved it. The fear, the respect, the power. It gave me a sense of satisfaction.

And today, I needed that satisfaction. Because somehow, without even trying, the maid had gotten under my skin.

“Henry.” I called out as soon as I reached the end of the hallway.

It didn’t take long before the old man came rushing towards me.

"Y-yes, Mr Jackson. Is there any problem? I noticed that the guest left quite early.

Was there something wrong with her? She wasn’t what you wanted?" Henry asked nervously.

"No. The woman was perfect. Too perfect. That's the problem." I replied.

"Mr Jackson, I don't understand." Henry asked, confused.

"I couldn't get hard. Nothing." My voice dropped low in a whisper.

“Nothing she did could make me feel anything." I explained.

Henry stared at me. There was a shocked expression on his face.

"What do you mean, sir? You've never had a problem before." He said. Then he gestured towards an office.

“Let’s talk about this privately, shall we? I don’t want anyone else hearing this." Henry said.

"Of course." I nodded and followed him.

Henry led me into an empty office and shut the door behind him.

He stood at the end of the desk, waiting for me to sit and speak.

I walked over to the leather chair there and sat. There was a bottle of whiskey by the side and a glass.

I poured myself a drink and gulped it down. The burning sensation was a welcome one.

"Tell me everything, Henry." I ordered.

"I'm sorry, sir, but what do you mean, 'everything'?" Henry asked.

"The new maid. I want to know everything. Who is she? Where is she from? What does she do? Everything." I explained.

Henry glanced at me. A puzzled look on his face.

“I-I don’t understand Mr Jackson. What does the new maid have to do with our conversation? Why do you want to know about her?" He questioned.

"Because she was the reason, I wasn't able to…."

“Able to?” Henry asked.

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Able to get hard, Henry. I told you." I repeated.

"Oh, sorry, Mr Jackson. I apologize for my insolence.” Henry bowed and apologized.

“But do you really think the maid had an impact on you. I mean, when I walked in on the both of you.

It looked like you were quite...preoccupied with her. Like you were entranced by her." He said.

“Then when you asked me not to fire her, even after she intruded in your private room.

I couldn't help but wonder if you were smitten with her. You seemed very protective and defensive of her." He explained.

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. Henry was a loyal servant, but sometimes, he talked too much.

"Henry, please, you're rambling. And no, I'm not smitten.” I almost yelled.

I knew deep down it was a lie, but I couldn't accept the fact that a simple, common maid had an effect on me. It was ridiculous.

"I am not in love with her or anything. I just want to know why I couldn't get aroused. Tell me, did the woman do something to me? Is she a witch?” I asked.

Henry shook his head and laughed.

"No, Mr Jackson. Of course not. She’s not. Trust me, I did a thorough background check on her. And I'm pretty sure she's not a witch." He said.

"Then what's wrong with me? Why wasn't I able to... you know." I asked.

"Well, if you weren't able to get hard, then maybe you should go and see a doctor.

This could be a serious problem." Henry suggested.

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Henry, did you just suggest that I was impotent?" I asked.

"Not exactly, sir. But, if you aren't able to...perform...then it's not good for your health. This could be the beginning of a serious problem." Henry explained.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"Henry, are you kidding me? There's nothing wrong with my health. I'm perfectly fine. You know my s****l health. You know the number of women I pleasure in a day and how they leave here happy and satisfied." I stated.

Henry nodded.

"Yes, sir, I know.” He replied.

“Good. So you know that I’m perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong with me. It was the woman. Something about her.” I hit my hand on the table.

"Alright, sir. If you say so. But, just in case, I'll arrange a doctor's appointment.” Henry mumbled.

I shot him a glare, and he immediately stopped talking.

"So, tell me about the maid. What's her name?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Her name is Lisa. Lisa Smith. She's from the countryside. A small town. She's the only child. Her father left to be with his secretary. Her mother is sick, cancer, actually. So, she moved here to earn some money to pay her medical bills." He replied.

Henry walked over to a shelf and pulled out a folder.

"Here's her file. She's a hard worker and a good girl. Very kind and polite. She's the ideal person to have as a maid. Though she’s a little bit clumsy sometimes, but, from her recommendations, her other employers loved her." Henry explained.

I stared at it. There was so much information in it. From her blood type to her education.

Everything.

“Can I have it?” I asked.

"Of course, sir. You’re the boss.” He said and placed the file on the desk.

"Thank you, Henry." I nodded and grabbed the file.

"Now, if there's nothing else, I'd like to return to my duties, Mr Jackson." He asked.

"Yes. Yes. That will be all." I replied.

"Great. Have a pleasant day, sir." Henry bowed and left the room.

I rested my elbows on the desk and sighed.

Why did I have this strange obsession over the maid?

What was it about her? Why was she affecting me in this way?

I knew I shouldn't be interested in her.

But I couldn't stop myself. I just needed to find out.

So, I opened the folder and started reading.

I had to know everything. I was determined to figure it out.