Chapter 1

Sarina's POV

"What the—" Maximus Salonga, my employer, said, his sentence cut short when I dropped the tray of food I was carrying for him.

How could I not, when I found him sitting naked in his wheelchair?

"Are you an idiot? How can you be so careless?" he snapped, startled by the clatter of plates and glasses crashing to the floor.

"Why are you naked?" I asked bluntly.

I had been working for Maximus for three months, and he was always incredibly grumpy. But I had a sharp tongue and often talked back. Aside from firing me, there wasn't much he could do, given that he was both wheelchair-bound and blind.

"The last time I checked, this is my room, so I'll do whatever I want. You should have knocked first," he retorted.

"I did knock."

"You should have waited for me to let you in instead of barging in," Maximus insisted.

"You knew I was coming back with your food. If you were planning to flaunt yourself like that, you should have let me finish serving you before stripping down," I replied.

"Or maybe later, when everyone's asleep," I added while cleaning up the broken pieces.

I tried not to glance at his cock, but it was erect. While his legs were impaired, it seemed his pleasure and future prospects were still quite active—apparently well-exercised with his hand.

"If you keep staring at me like that, you must be lusting after me. Shouldn't you be getting me clothes rather than focusing on the floor?" His hearing was sharp.

So what if I desired him? It's not like I could assault him.

"You managed to undress yourself, so why not dress yourself, too?" I said.

"Or maybe you want me to stay naked so you can admire my—"

I threw his clothes, which were lying on the bed, at him to shut him up. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"There, I've covered you. Now, just be quiet and let me clean the floor," I said, which finally made him shut up.

I quickly continued cleaning the carpet without looking at him. I didn't want to be tempted to grab his erect cock and start singing "Baby Be Mine."

No! No! No! I shook my head quickly, and when I stood up from kneeling, I caught him staring at me.

I stared back, blinking a few times, but he didn't blink once.

Damn it! He was really blind, but why did it feel like he could see? I didn't know, and I didn't care.

Aside from threatening to punch him and rolling my eyes when he scolded me, I hadn't done anything wrong. Well, threatening and eye-rolling weren't exactly good things, but that was as far as it went. I meant him no harm, as they said.

"Do you want me to dress you first before I take these broken things out, or would you prefer I get your food first?" I asked.

"I want to eat first," he said, still staring at me without blinking.

I shook my head again, trying to clear the thoughts running through my mind.

"Alright then, I'll get you some food. But let me grab you some clothes first, just in case," I said, thinking it was the safer option.

He didn't respond, so I fetched him new clothes. The ones I had thrown at him earlier to cover his cock were off again.

"Here you go, Mr. Salonga. You can dress yourself now," I said before stepping out of the room.

Maximus was a well-known businessman, not just for his wealth but also for his good looks and charm. And, I had to admit, his impressive cock. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't avoid looking. I admired and desired him, though I hated myself for it.

He was famous for being a playboy, something I didn't like about him. Maybe I was like any other woman, drawn to his sex appeal, but I didn't want to be another one of his conquests.

I had heard from the other household staff that he had a girlfriend. But why was he always seen with different women before his accident? That must be why his girlfriend dumped him when he needed her most.

She could've at least waited until he recovered before leaving, so she wouldn't look so bad. Or better yet, left him before the accident.

Ugh, why were men such womanizers?

But according to what I had heard around the mansion, Maximus deeply loved his ex—so much so that when she left him, he didn't want to live anymore and refused treatment.

So much money, yet he refused to get better? If he really loved her, why did he cheat?

Even when he was in the hospital, my fellow nurses couldn't help but admire him because of his handsomeness. But that was as far as it went.

Ugh, I was done with men.

After preparing the food, I went back to my room. I saw some of the maids chatting but ignored them because I didn't want to hear Maximus nagging again.

I knocked loudly before opening the door, making sure to avoid being blamed later.

When I entered, he was still in his wheelchair, his back turned to me.

I pulled the rolling table he used to eat in his room, placed the tray on it, and walked over to help him get into bed.

"What's that, Mr. Salonga?" I blurted out.

He was wearing a shirt, but still nothing on the bottom, and he was holding the shirt I had thrown at him earlier, using it to wipe his cock.

"Good timing," he said, raising his hand with the shirt, offering it to me.

I couldn't help but glance at his cock, then at the shirt.

"What are you doing? Why don't you take the shirt?" he asked, snapping me back to reality.

"Are you that desperate you can't help but resort to your hand?" I asked incredulously. "And what am I supposed to do with your shirt, huh?"

"If you want, you can wear it," he said.

"Mr. Salonga, this is full of your sperm." My eyes widened as I looked at him, unable to stop myself from blushing. I was sure my face was as red as an apple.

"Why are you even asking? If you want to wash it, wash it. If you want to throw it away, throw it away. Where's your brain, Sarina Sanchez?"

I took the shirt just to end the conversation and threw it in the trash. There was no way I was washing that thing!

"Shorts!" he shouted as I left his bathroom.

I rolled my eyes and went to his walk-in closet to get him something to wear.

"Never mind, just give me a robe. I want to take a bath after I eat," he said.

I helped him put on the robe and started feeding him. I noticed that every time I fed him, he was staring at me, like he could actually see me.

He had just finished drinking water when he suddenly spoke. "Sarina."

I was cleaning up his tray to take it back to the kitchen when he called me. I looked at him, and he was still staring at me, like he could actually see me—our eyes locked.

"I want to fuck you," he declared.