Chapter 2

A week later

I just finished cleaning up, I've been doing this for a week now. Ugh, it's so tiring to clean one place everyday but I just have to since I'm being supervised by the butler.

Since I finished early today I should probably rest a little before having lunch. Looking around, I saw that no one was paying any attention to me so I went upstairs to the master bedroom.

I was told that Mr Damon would be back by tomorrow so I just wanted to feel the soft bed one last time. I wasn't worried because from what I heard, no one is allowed in here except his personal maids.

"It's so nice, wish i had this at home" I said while taking off my glasses and closing my eyes. I wasn't being greedy or anything, I was satisfied with the bed I have at home but this one just feels too comfortable not to wish for.

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Shit!!

"I think I overslept again" I mumbled before searching around for my glasses because I couldn't remember where I kept them before dozing off.

Clack!!

I heard the sound of door closing but I kept on searching for my glasses, thinking it was the sound of the study room's door since it was on the same floor.

"Who are you and what are you doing on my bed?" I heard a deep baritone voice asked and I looked up in shock. I felt my soul left my body because of the question he asked, 'my bed?? Wait, who owns this bed?' I thought, still feeling a little foggy from my sleep.

Squinting my eyes to look at the man in front of me, I could only make out his silhouette cause of my lack of glasses. Finally locating my glasses with my wandering hands, I fixed it on the bridge of my nose and my now clear eyes came in contact with a deep blue ones, coldly staring at me .

I felt a shiver down my spine mixed with a hint of excitement. The man in front of me was nothing short of a Greek god, his eyes were so deep that you could get lost if you stare into them for too long, he had very dark hair that fell just above his lashes.

Moving my eyes downward to his nose, it was so perfect and pointed, his lips, the perfect shade of pink looking perfect on his almost pale skin.

He was looking around like he was wandering if he was in the right room, then I noticed his sharp jawline that looked even more perfect, maybe I'll just call him Mr perfect from now on.

Seeing that I wasn't answering, he moved forward, taking long strides towards me, 'his legs are so long' I thought, staring at his legs and not thinking about the situation I was in.

Standing in front of me, he grabbed my arm so tight that I felt it was gonna break.

"I thought I asked you a question, who the fuck are you?" He shouted at my face, making me finally come back to my senses.

"I...I'm Layla Williams sir, your n..new personal maid." I answered, stuttering after realizing who was in front of me.

Ryan Damon, the famous business tycoon who's currently taking over the business world. Only son of the Damon household, pampered right from birth, arrogant and domineering, cold inside and out, not even his parents could control him except for his grandfather, the head of the Damon's household, who was once a general in the military.

"When did I get a new personal maid, what about the last one? He asked, still holding my arm tightly.

"I was hired a week ago sir, I heard the last maid quit right after you left for a business trip." I replied, my eyes a little bit teary cause of the pain I was feeling.

Before I could even think of what to say next, I felt pain shot through me from the impact of my body making contact with the floor, looking up with my slightly crooked glasses, I realized I was thrown to the floor.

"You've still not answered my question, what were you doing on my bed?" He asked coldly.

"Umm, I j...just finished cle....cleaning and decided t...to rest a bit, but I didn't know when I fe...fell asleep on your bed s...sir" I replied, stuttering severely.

"Ohhh, you didn't know when you fell asleep on my bed??" He asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously. "It seems like you didn't read the instructions properly before working, right?" He asked.

"I did sir" I said, bowing my head in fear.

"If you actually did then you should know I don't like filth on my things, especially on my bed" he said calmly but coldly.

Hearing what he said, I lifted my head in shock, 'did he just call me filthy, do I look dirty to him?' I thought, checking to see if I was actually dirty.

"You're fired" he said, waving his hand uninterestedly.

"Sir!!!!" I shouted subconsciously. "I'm sorry sir, but please you can't fire me, I only started last week and I really need this job" I begged, not wanting to loose my job.

Sitting on the edge of the bed while taking off his tie, he looked at me with lazy blue eyes and smirked, making him look even more sexy before saying, "I'm bored, if you can entertain me then I might reconsider firing you."

"How may I do that sir? Is there anything you'd want me to do for you?" I asked, feeling hopeful.

"Something you could do for me? Yes, there's something I actually want you to do"

"What is it, sir. I would do anything you ask, just say it."

"Strip"

"Sir??" I asked, not understanding what he said.

"I want you to take off every bit of clothing you have on and lie on the bed" he said, staring at me with the smirk still plastered on his face.