Night arrived and Maya went downstairs for dinner. She had lots of questions swirling in her head. The first and foremost was about Dante’s woman. Where was his wife? She hadn’t seen any woman in the mansion yet who could be called his wife. Maybe she lived somewhere else or perhaps she was out of town. Her thoughts came to a halt at the sight of him. She offered him a gentle smile as their gaze met accidentally. He gave her a nod. Taking her usual spot, she sat down and upturned her plate. She threw an anticipatory glance at him. He was donning a white t-shirt and grey lowers. His damp hair cascaded over his forehead, stopping just short of his grey eyes, lending him a bad-boy vibe. She felt a stirring in her stomach.“Your baby is very cute,” she complimented out of the blue. There was a genuine affection in her voice.His eyes reflected a momentary wonder before he nodded his head in agreement, “He is.” “He has taken after you mostly. His mother must be disappointed,” she adde
She joined him for dinner in the evening to know his plan for Vincent. In just a couple of days, she had become really fond of Vincent. He was eating his food in silence.“Good evening,” she chirped as she pulled out a chair. Dante glanced at her briefly, murmured a greeting, and returned his attention to his plate. Some habits never change. He used to avoid eye contact with her four years ago too. That was one of the reasons she believed that they were not a perfect match.She lowered herself in the chair and began to load her plate.They were in middle of dinner when Vincent’s piercing cries blared through the baby monitor. Dante immediately shot to his feet and hurried towards his room. Maya followed him.He cradled Vincent in his arms and swayed him tenderly but the baby didn’t stop crying. She was hesitant to offer help as she didn’t want to be seen as an intruder. But when he failed to soothe the bay, she stepped in.“May I?” she asked. He looked hesitant but gave him to her any
Maya tossed and turned in the bed. The sleep had eluded her and all she could think about was the shameful incident that had happened some hours ago. She’ll make sure to wear a bra from now on every time she goes outside her room. It was so fucking embarrassing.As she couldn’t sleep, she climbed out of her bed with a sigh of frustration and decided to go out to take a stroll in the garden. Fresh air might help her some.The mansion was dead silent as she quietly padded her way towards the back garden. But just as she was about to slip outside, a soft glow from the kitchen caught her eyes, halting her in her tracks. Did the servants forget to turn the light off? To turn the light off, she changed her direction and headed toward the kitchen. The sight she met in the kitchen caught her off guard. She stood stunned with her jaw crawling on the floor, her eyes almost popped out. He was shirtless. Holy fuck, he was shirtless. She couldn't fight the temptation of assessing his physique. Th
The next day she was called downstairs to have breakfast with him. Her eyes caught him seated in his usual chair as soon as she stepped through the door. Even though years had passed he was still the same- brooding, distant and mysterious. She clearly remembered their first meeting. He hadn’t even cracked a smile, not even as courtsey when her dad had introduced them. His gaze had been as piercing and cold as the sharp edge of blade. His eyes lacked the warmth and spirit she had seen in boys of her age. It had felt like he was there to fix a deal. She had never seen a man more serious. Even her dad appeared jovial in comparison to him. She knew they were a mismatch right from the beginning.“Good Morning,” she greeted with a warm, friendly smile. He glanced up at her, muttering a quiet “morning” before his eyes returned to his plate. She pulled a chair and sat down in it.She took a slice of bread and began buttering it with a knife.“You said you are looking for a job. Any success ye
His frigid eyes locked onto hers with a menacing glare, making her smile fade instantly. She couldn't recognize the man but his venomous words had stung her."Sir brought her," the servant replied, his voice devoid of warmth. Many servants here harbored resentment towards her for what she had done to their master. She had gathered this much through their glares. She clutched little Vincent closer to her chest as he approached her. The hatred burning in his eyes unmistakable. "I've seen many shameless women but none like you. Even whore have more integrity," he taunted, not caring he was being too harsh. He stopped avfew steps away from her. "Shut up. You don't know me," Maya snapped, her cheeks hot with humiliation. No one had any right to question her character.The man stared her down in sheer contempt. She felt like some filthy worm from a gutter. "I know you well enough. You are a selfish bitch who manipulated my friend for her personal gain. A coward who couldn't face
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Carlos marching out of the mansion. Standing at her window, she watched as he climbed into his car and wondered if they had continued arguing after she left. The way Carlos had stuck up for Dante, it was more than evident that they were very good friends. Reflecting on it now, she remembered Dante mentioning a friend during one of their date nights. She couldn’t recall the name, but she was now certain Dante had been talking about Carlos. They were best friends. Guilt would eat her alive if their friendship got ruined because of her. The unexpected sound of a knock startled her. She swiveled and waited for the person to come in but when no movement happened she asked the person to come in. The door opened a moment later, revealing him. Attired in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, he exuded an inescapable masculine energy. The suit hugging his muscular frame in all the right places. She drew in a breath. The man was so tall that if he st
"Hey," she greeted him, grinning nervously. The light in her eyes dazzled his vision, caused him to almost stagger in his strides. His heartbeat accelerated, mocking his earlier vow to Carlos. Dante strolled in, feigning indifference. Her smile faltered upon meeting his dry response but she quickly restored it. "Glinda told me you like Spanish food," she disclosed, nervously rubbing her palms together. "Sit," she urged enthusiastically. He sat down in his seat, prompting Maya to sit beside him. The maids came forward to serve the dishes.She watched him in anticipation as he took the first spoonful of her paella. Her eyes followed every move of his facial muscle as he chewed on it. When she failed to figure out his reaction, she asked, "how is it?"He turned his face towards her and gave a nod of approval, "It's good." Good wasn't even the right word to describe it. It was way way more delicious than that. He didn't know this Goddess could even cook. He was turned on. Only good?
As he walked into the room, his gaze gravitated towards her. She was playing with Vincent. The window behind bathed her in the soft, golden glow of the morning sun, enhancing her beauty. He paused, mesmerized by the sparkle in her eyes as she laughed freely. Her soft tendrils bounced tenderly with her movements. The sweet melody of her laughter wrapped around him, drawing him in, and accelerating his heartbeat. An intense feeling stirred within him, growing ever stronger as she suddenly tilted her head back, unknowingly revealing the curve of her neck to him. In that moment, the time stood still. The outside world faded away for him. He was enchanted. His pupils dilated in admiration, a longing to trace his tongue along the graceful slope of her neck burst forth within him.She absently turned her face in his direction. Her laughter dwindled as she spotted him standing in the doorway. She gave him a warm smile and said, "I am sorry I didn't notice you. How long have you been standing
"Stop. Anyone can come in," she stopped his hand that was about to slip into her skirt.Pulling her closer by her waist, he pecked her lips and murmured seductively against her soft lips, "No one's coming in until I am done with you." She had stopped by his office to give him his lunch but instead of focusing on food, he was planning to feast on her.The prey was caged between the desk and his solid body. "I've to go. I am already running late," she twisted in his arms to get free but his grip was as firm as of Iron."Not until I get what I want," asserting that, he freed his hand and cupped her warm core. She responded with a resigned sigh. He wasn't going to free her until he got what he wanted from her. "Do you never get tired of it?" she asked as he shoved his fingers into her panties. He smirked devilishly and pressed his thumb against her clit. "Can someone get tired of breathing?" he whispered against her lips, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and finger. She mo
Maya splashed icy water across her face, the sudden chill searing her skin. Closing her eyes, she leaned over the countertop, breathing heavily. His monstrous face flashed suddenly, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes snapped open, quivering with dread. With his face, rushed back all those horrifying memories that still haunted her nights. There were higher chances of that being a co-incident. Paulo was a common name. But still, she couldn't help but feel on edge. Only his name was enough to set her off into a whirl of terror.After spending a few moments in the bathroom, she came out and locked eyes with Miguel who was waiting for her. "You okay?" he questioned in concern as he noticed her paled face. She nodded in response while walking back to her seat. "Do you need something?" she asked, lifting the glass of water from the table. "Umm.... my friend's wedding is coming up and I am not sure what to gift her. She is a woman and you are a woman too. I thought I could ask you
She gave long, deliberate licks from top to bottom, hardening him even more. After teasing the head for a few moments, her wet, warm mouth closed around his gland, and just like that, the world fell away for him. His head tipping back, eyes closing on their own and his Adam's apple bobbing with a suppressed sigh. Lightly squeezing his ballsacks, she swallowed more of him, causing the man to tremble uncontrollably. On impulse, he grabbed the back of her head and thrusted it into her mouth. A satisfied sigh tore through his chest as he felt the back of her throat pressed against his cock. She was just the right kind of warm. Hell broke loose when she began deepthroating him. Up and down, her saliva thickly coated his shaft, dripping off its end. She then licked the base of his cock, her tongue teasing him ruthlessly. She let out a lustful moan that vibrated through his cock, making him unravel without warning. Her mouth flooded with his cum as he climaxed inside her mouth. She swallowe
"I believe her," he declared. His powerful voice cutting through the clamor. Maya's eyes moistened with gratitude and relief. A heavy silence settled over the air until Rosemary expressed her disapproval. "On what basis? We have evidence against her," Rosemary asserted. Dante turned his face towards her, his tall stature casting a formidable shadow, his steely gaze threatening to cut through the petite old woman. "Anyone can hide the bottle inside her room. That's not an evidence," he countered. "Why would anyone do that?" she argued, making it sound as if his explanation was utter nonsense. Dante's eyes darkened with calculated malice. "Exactly. Why would anyone do that?" he threw her words back on her, his tone suspicious as he advanced a step towards her. Rosemary backed away in response. She let out a sigh of resignation. "You are not getting it, child. No one has a problem with her but she has a problem with Eviana. She is jealous of her. You yourself heard her telling
"You do realize what you are saying?" Dante seethed, sounding enraged. The maid nervously clasped her hands together."I told you what I saw, sir," she murmured meekly, eyes locked on the floor. "I..I went to the kitchen. But I didn't do anything," Maya explained, eyes slightly tearing up. "Explain why you went to the kitchen then?" Rosemary enquired Maya, adopting an accusatory tone. Her glare unnerving. "No one will question her," Dante thundered, fixing Rosemary with an icy glare. Rosemary was taken off guard by his tone. "She can go wherever the hell she wants. I will not have you or anyone question her," Dante made it clear in strict terms. Maya had warm tears running down her cheeks. The way he came to her defense despite the accusation had moved something inside her deeply. "The maid has explained everything," Rosemary countered, clearly displeased by his rudeness."She said she was the last person to enter the kitchen. It explains nothing," he snapped. Rosemary's featur
"What happened?" Maya questioned, her gaze lingering on him—he looked like he was lost in thought, preoccupied with something."Someone poisoned her in our house. It had never happened before," he shared his concern. Maya was just as bothered by the revelation. She was utterly shocked to see Eviana lying out and cold on the floor. Her body had begun to turn blue, leaving no doubt about the virulence of the poison. "Who could have done it?" she wondered out loud. Every servant had a fondness for Eviana; she had noticed it herself. If there was anyone they didn't like, it was her. Poisoning Eviana didn't make sense. "I don't know but. But I have to figure it out somehow before something worse happens," he responded with a clenched jaw. He had to catch the perpetrator at any cost. "Maybe someone put them to the task," she guessed. There must have been a reason. Servants wouldn't dare take such a step without support. "Could be," he agreed before meeting her eyes and cradling her fac
"Mr. Diaz is here to see you," his PA told him, making him frown in confusion. There was no mention of his visit in his schedule. "Escort him in," he instructed the PA. The PA disappeared promptly and a moment later, Mr. Diaz showed up at his doorway. Their eyes met, exchanging silent acknowledgments. He rose to his feet out of respect and moved forward to greet him. Shaking hands, he uttered, "I wasn't expecting you but it's great to see you, Mr. Diaz." "I hope I haven't interrupted your schedule," Pablo responded solemnly. "Of course, not. Please, have a seat," he replied, gesturing towards the chair. Mr. Diaz murmured a thank you and lowered himself in the chair. Even though the older man carried a solemn demeanor, Dante knew just how fun-loving and exuberant he was. His daughter had fondly shared tales of his fun-loving side. Who could have guessed this stoic man once willingly fell into a pit only to spare his daughter the embarrassment of having slipped in first? "I learne
Maya paled as she met his seething eyes. He was mad. She remained frozen like a statue as he closed the distance between them and seized her hand in an ironclad grip. While Miguel struggled to recover from the blow, Dante pulled Maya away, dragging her out of the place. She teared up, realizing he had misunderstood the situation. "What you're thinking isn't right," she explained, her voice slightly trembling. He didn't respond and that fueled her already growing anxiety."Nothing happened between us. I was about to push him away, I swear," she swore as they entered her room. "Say something," she pleaded in desperation. His indifference was cutting through her like a sharp dagger. Her breath broke out in a gasp as he pushed her against the wall. His face surged forward filling her vision, a storm of emotions passing through his eyes. And the next thing she knew, his mouth was on hers devouring her vigorously.She didn't dare deny him access as his tongue prodded the seam of her li
"You dare talk back? I will tear off your tongue," Paulo thundered as he slammed her head against the wall. "Leave me," she whimpered, feeling dizzy with pain. He threw her to the floor and drew his belt. "A girl who didn’t stay loyal to her own parents, how could she ever be loyal to me?" he sneered as he swung the belt in the air. "No," she screamed, bolting upright in the bed. She was drenched in sweat, her eyes wide with horror. She quickly reached out and turned on the light. As her nerves began to settle, tears claimed her eyes. She broke down into sobs, scared to her core. Extending her arm, she grabbed her phone and dialed him. Just one ring sounded before he answered the call. His beautiful face popped into her screen, making her sob harder. "What's wrong?" he demanded, worry etched his features. "I..I had a ni..nightmare," she stuttered out, barely able to form words. "You are fine. You are safe," he assured her. The need to get to her gnawed at his insides. His helpl