The next day marked first day of my job as a maid in the Stonewood mansion.
When I got to the mansion, nervous excitement coursed through my veins.Before I left for home, I went back to the people who interviewed me.I was excited and relieved beyond words.They gave me a contract to sign which I did after reading it thoroughly.It was an NDA. It made me promise not to disclose anything that occurs in the mansion. Everything I witness here has to remain a secret.I was required to stay in the mansion five times a week. I begged them to make it four times because of my mom which they obliged to.I was also given a uniform which I was required to wear all the time during work hours.Apart from that, I was satisfied with all the terms given. I was shocked when I heard the salary I would be paid. It was outrageous.No wonder it was strictly by invitation. I knew the salary had to be high when I saw the ladies that showed up.It was enough to cover my mom's expenses with time and more than enough for me to save and take care of myself.That morning, I arrived at the mansion holding a bag that had enough clothes to last me for a few days. I would call the doctor from time to time to check on my mom.When I got to the front door, Miss Sullivan was already waiting for me at the entrance."Good morning, ma'am" I said with a smile.She smiled warmly at me. She was an elderly woman, maybe in her fifties. She had the aura of a mother. I felt comfortable in her presence. She wore a uniform like me too but while mine was white and black, hers was red."Good morning, dear" She said "Please, follow me"I followed her through the grand hallways. She led me to what I believe is the heart of the mansion – the bustling kitchen.As we entered the kitchen, the aroma of fresh herbs and spices filled the air.The kitchen alone was about three times my whole apartment. It was freaking huge."Wow" I breathed.I took in the sight of stainless steel appliances, gleaming countertops, and a large island at the center. It was a chef's dream come true.Even someone who didn't like to cook would love it in here.There were two other ladies who were dressed in the same uniform as me. They were busy running around and prepping ingredients.Miss Sullivan gestured towards them"Joan, allow me to introduce you to your colleagues" She said "These are Emily and Sarah. They will be your companions"I smiled at them.Emily looked like a lovely lady to be around. She had a warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes."Hello Joan" she said "It's nice to have you here. If you have any questions or need help, don't hesitate to ask.""Thank you" I said.It seemed like we would get along just fine.Sarah, on the other hand, eyed me with disdain. She scoffed as she chopped the onions she was holding."Great" Sarah muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm "Another newbie to babysit. Just what we needed."Emily nudged her with her elbow "Be nice. She can hear you""So?" Sarah snapped "Do I care?"I was confused by her response.How can people be so mean?She just met me yet she's behaving this way.I don't want any trouble. I'm just here to mind my business and work.I swallowed my unease, determined not to let Sarah's negativity dampen my spirits.I did my best to hold back the tears. I don't know why people find it easy to look down on me.Miss Sullivan intervened, her voice firm. "Enough, Sarah. We're all here to work as a team. Joan is your new colleague and I expect you to treat her with respect."Sarah huffed and turned away to the sink clearly displeased with Miss Sullivan's reprimand.I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay focused on my job and not let negativity get the best of me.I'm here to work and that's all. I'm not here to make friends or care if anyone likes me or not.My feelings are hurt but I shouldn't dwell on that."Thank you, Emily" I said to them, doing my best to keep my voice stable "I appreciate your kindness. And Sarah, I hope we can work well together.""Whatever" Sarah muttered.I paid her no mind and got to work immediately. Miss Sullivan guided me on what to do.The morning flew by in a whirlwind of cleaning the kitchen organizing, and making lunch.Miss Sullivan mentioned that Sir Derrick is around and we would be serving him.At the mention of his name, my heart beat increased.I remember how hot and bothered I felt just by the sight of him today.Last night, I couldn't get his gorgeous face out of my mind.How would I react to seeing him again?I hope I don't make a fool of myself.All my life, I've never been this attracted to a man. I've never felt this way before, not even for my ex and I loved him dearly.I shivered at the thought of Eric, my ex.His name brings up bad memories.I just met Derrick so how come I feel this way?Whatever feelings I have, I hope they die down. No matter what, I can't act on them.He's a fucking billionaire. He's built one of the greatest empires in America.And I'm me.... I have nothing to my name.. Not even a college degree.How can he ever like a girl like me?After a few hours, the time had come. It was time to serve the meal we had prepared."Girls, clean up the kitchen" Miss Sullivan said "Joan and I will be attending to Sir Derrick""Yes ma'am" they chorused.My heart rate increased as soon as she said this. My heart was beating so loud that I could hear it in my ears.Miss Sullivan handed me a silver tray laden with perfectly plated dishes, and I followed her towards Sir Derrick's private dining room."He doesn't like to be disturbed when eating" Miss Sullivan said "That's why he eats privately""Yes, miss Sullivan""Please" She said with a smile "Call me Alice"The moment I stepped into the dining room, my breath caught in my throat.The room was so beautiful.Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a lovely glow over the long, polished table.Silverware sparkled, and fine china adorned the place settings. The room itself was adorned with exquisite paintings.He sat at the head of the table. His presence commanded attention and admiration.As I approached the table, my hands trembled slightly, betraying the nerves that had settled deep within me. I don't know why I feel like this. I felt so nervous.I really wanted to make a good impression. I've never felt this much urge to impress a man."Good day, sir" I said to him.He didn't answer me. He focused on his phone.Just as I dropped the tray, our fingers brushed against each other.I gasped as soon as our skins touched.A jolt shot through me, a current of electricity passed through my nerves. It was an unexpected touch, but one that felt strangely intimate.For a moment, we locked eyes, blue to brown.Our gazes held a silent conversation.His eyes were like the ocean. They were so... Blue.They were so mesmerizing. I had never seen anything as captivating as them in my life. I could get lost in them forever.His face was a work of art.I liked the fact that his eyes were on me. I would do anything to keep being the center of his attention.Miss Sullivan cleared her throat, breaking the moment between us."Sorry sir" I murmured.I went back to setting the table. Miss Sullivan and I placed all meals carefully in a particular order.When we were done, we were dismissed.As miss Sullivan and I left the room, I could still feel Sir Derrick's eyes on me.DERRICK'S POVI was in my office sorting out some of my work papers.I did my best to focus on my work. I really did. However, no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting back to.... Her. Joan.Yes,that's her name. Every single time I closed my eyes, I could see her gorgeous face. Her image was imprinted in my mind, refusing to leave.This is unusual because I just came in contact with her yesterday.I had never met anyone so beautiful... Anyone so mesmerizing. Yes, that's the word. She had the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I had ever seen. I could look at her forever. She had such captivating beauty and an innocent demeanor. She stared at me innocently. I could destroy her if I had the chance. I can imagine doing dirty things to her. She had such a small frame. She was so small that I could crush her with my bare hands if I wanted. I could pin both hands on top her head with one hand and I wouldn't need to use all my strength.Her curves showed in the tight dre
DERRICK'S POV "How's your end of the business?" I asked my sister; Irene "What are the updates?" We were both seated in my office. She sat in front of my desk. She looked focused as she looked for answers to my questions. She typed away on her MacBook as she gave me the documented details she had. "I ran updates on the trap houses here in the city" She responded. "And? Did you go there yourself or did you make use of the spies?" "I went there myself. The spies are working but with what's happened with Bones, I don't want to risk it. We can't trust anyone anymore" I nodded in understanding. She's right. The incident with Bones made me double check all my underground businesses. I thought the few men who were close to me could be trusted. Turns out you can't trust people after all. We have to be more careful. We can't afford this kind of incident again. It's only a matter of time before people start to put two and two together. "How are the houses in Mexico?" I asked her.
DERRICK'S POVI sat at my desk in my office. I tried to focus on the countless papers in front of me yet no matter how hard I tried, my mind always shifted to her..... JoanHer face was etched into my mind. I couldn't help but admire her. She was so strikingly beautiful, and her figure in that dress....I didn't even want to think about it too much. If I did, I would definitely have a hard on. The dress did a good job in bringing out her curves. I liked the view of her in it and I was sure I would like what was underneath it even more. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to imagine Joan in that short maid uniform. I imagined her walking towards me slowly while looking at me with whole time. I just want to grab her by the neck, turn her around and roughly pin her to the desk. After that, I'll raise up her dress and look at her panties. I was sure her underwear would be soaked for me. She's probably attracted to me like I am to her. I can imagine the curve of her ass. I wondered what kind
JOAN'S POVThe clock on the wall struck midnight, yet I couldn't sleep. I was too disturbed by my thoughts. I laid in my new luxurious bed, surrounded by luxury furniture that seemed to belong in a palace rather than maid's room. Emily had graciously shown me to my room earlier, and the sight of it had left me in awe. It was bigger than I anticipated. I sat up in bed and stared at the place for the hundredth time. I couldn't believe it. The room was twice the size of my shoebox apartment. I couldn't believe I had been given my own space, complete with a personal bathroom. I actually expected to share a room with someone or even two people. I didn't expect to have a space as large this all to myself. I sat there, feeling happy and grateful. Earlier, I texted Bea to tell her how everything was going. I also called the doctor to find out how my mom was doing. He told he she hadn't woken up yet. I was worried. My concern for my mom filled my thoughts. I just wanted her to be okay. Look
DERRICK'S POVI couldn't believe it. How could I have missed that stain on my shirt? I shook my head as I walked away. I wondered what Joan must think of me. Wait.... Why do I care what she thinks anyway?As I walked, Joan's image lingered in my mind. I remembered everything that happened. The feeling of her hand on my body stirred something inside me, something I couldn't place my finger on. She was so... Gentle. She wasn't even scared of me. I recalled the feeling of her soft touch on my shirt as she pointed out the stain. The warmth of her hand sent waves of electricity down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating off her body at that point. In that moment, all I wanted to do was pull her close to me. I wanted our bodies to rub together. I swore at myself for entertaining such thoughts. She was just a maid, after all. She was a nobody. I shouldn't be having these thoughts about her. I had never felt this attracted to a woman before. Still, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't
JOAN'S POVThe next day, Miss Sullivan and I stood in the armor room. She taught me how to clean the armors till they were spotless and shiny. Since nobody comes up here often, the armors are usually covered with dust. She told me that I have to clean it from time to time. I made a mental note in my head to remember that. I looked at the armor room in awe. I didn't know that people could keep this kind of stuff in their houses.The walls of the room were lined with rows of shiny suits of armor. Each piece stood proudly on display. The armors there were of different sizes and designs. They looked old, like they had been here for many decades. I scanned the room, admiring all of them. I had never seen real armors before. Apart from the armors, weapons were displayed on stands or hung from hooks on the wall. There were different types of weapons there - swords, axes, shields and many more. The room made me feel like I was in a movie set in an ancient Era. I stood beside Miss Sullivan, w
JOAN'S POVI laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep. My mind was filled with so many thoughts.I was worried about my mother. She was still unconscious. I called the doctor and the nurses earlier. They all assured me that she was fine. Even with that, I couldn't help but worry. I hoped she would be okay. Everyday, the fear of receiving a tragic phone call haunted me. I feared that the call that would shatter my world completely. I prayed that the call would never come. I felt like a ticking time bomb. I closed my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep. But every time I did, memories of my mother's smiling face would show up in my head. Tears pricked at my eyes. I missed her so much. I wished I could be by her side. A knock on my door broke through my thoughts. I hesitated. Who could it be at this hour? My mind raced with possibilities. The knock sounded again. I slipped out of bed and walked to the door."Joan, it's Emily," a familiar voice whispered from the other
JOAN'S POVI stared at her in shock. She was the lady from the armor room, the one who was stating at me. She's real. I thought it was just a figment of my imagination. I bowed my head respectfully "Good afternoon, Lady Irene."She was seated by the window, looking at her laptop. The sunlight shone on her skin. As I looked up, I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. The magazines and blogs that featured her did her no justice. In person, Lady Irene was breathtaking. Her porcelain skin glowed and her pretty brown eyes twinkle in the sunlight. She had long and luscious auburn hair. "Hello, Joan," she said in a nice tone. I was surprised. I thought she would ignore me but she actually sounded nice. I smiled weakly "I'm here to clean your room. Is this a good time?" "Yes. You can go ahead. Thank you" "Okay then" I was about to get started but her voice stopped me once more "I've heard a lot about you," Lady Irene said "You’ve been doing an excellent job around the house.""Thank
JOAN’S POVThe room was filled with activity as my glam team moved around me with their palettes and brushes in hand. My makeup artist, Sophie, leaned in to add the final touch of shimmer to my cheekbones, and I tried to hold still, but my hands were trembling in my lap. It wasn’t nerves from being in the spotlight—I should have been used to that by now. I’d walked countless red carpets, smiled for cameras, and played my part in the perfect image Derrick and I had been carefully crafting.But tonight was different. Tonight, Derrick was going to propose.The audience wouldn’t know it was fake, of course. This wasn’t just any event; it was the beginning of our contract marriage. I tried to focus on the strokes of the makeup brush, but my mind kept drifting to what tonight meant.I always dreamed of getting married—falling in love with someone who looked at me like I was their entire world. The kind of love that made my mom’s eyes light up when she talked about my dad. But that wasn’t wh
JOAN’S POVI hummed as I stitched the hem of a simple dress. Sewing always brought me a sense of peace. It was a way to center myself when the world outside felt overwhelming.A sudden knock on the door broke my concentration, and I set the dress aside.“Come in,” I called, pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear.The door opened to reveal Emily. When she saw me, her face lit up with excitement.“Joan!” she exclaimed, stepping inside.“Emily!” I got to my feet, crossing the room to hug her. “What are you doing here?”She pulled back with a huge smile “I have the most amazing news. You’ll never believe it.”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”Emily glanced over her shoulder, as if checking for eavesdroppers, before turning back to me. “There’s someone here to see you. A fashion designer.”I blinked in surprise. “A designer? What kind of designer?”Emily grinned, practically bouncing on her heels. “Not just any designer. Hart Couture.”I froze. The name sent a jolt through
DERRICK’S POVI sat at my desk, staring at the stack of papers I wasn’t reading. Santi and Ace were talking from across me but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—on her.Joan.It had been days since I’d seen her. She hadn’t crossed my path in the mansion, and as much as I hated to admit it, I missed her. The way she glanced at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, her quietness, and, dammit, even the way she seemed to avoid me sometimes.Why the hell was I thinking about her?I’d never let a woman occupy my thoughts like this before. Women came and went. They were mere distractions in my world of deals and power. But Joan wasn’t like the others. She was innocent, beautiful and …different. I couldn’t put my finger on it. And the way she’d stormed out of the dining room that night when the stripper danced on me…A feeling of guilt tightened my chest. I hadn’t cared then, but now? Now, it irritated me to know I might’ve been the cause of that flicker of hurt in her eyes. What the
JOAN’S POVFor days, I hid myself in my room, avoiding everyone and everything. I didn’t want to see anyone and neither was I in the mood to do anything.I focused on the fabric in my hand as I sewed. My fingers worked mechanically, weaving the thread into the fabric, but my mind was far from focused.Derrick.His name alone sent an ache through my chest. I hated how much space he took up in my thoughts. I shouldn’t have felt anything for him. He was cold, detached, and utterly infuriating. And yet, every time I closed my eyes, I saw him.I saw him with her. The way his hand lingered on her waist. A stripper. He acted like I wasn’t even there, like I didn’t exist. Well, to him I didn’t. I was just a pawn in the grand scheme of things.Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. I couldn’t do this to myself anymore. Derrick didn’t care about me. Our marriage, if it could even be called that, was a contract, plain and simple.So, why did it hurt so much?I stabbed the needle through t
JOAN'S POVIt was well past midnight when I slipped downstairs to the kitchen. I couldn't sleep so I decided to get a glass of milk to calm myself down. Just as I got the milk I needed, the muffled sound of voices caught my attention. I could hear a low argument coming from down the hallway. Curiosity got the better of me as it always did and I found myself walking closer. I stayed behind a pillar, straining my ears to catch every word.It was Derrick and Henry. They were both arguing about something. "You're hiding something, Derrick." Henry said "How long do you think you can keep it a secret?"Derrick’s response was calm "You have no idea what you're talking about, Henry. Stay out of my affairs, or you’ll regret it."I held my breath as I pieced together what little I could from their exchange. It was clear there was a rift between them. Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching shocked me. I ran back to the staircase, making my way up as silently as possible. Once I was in
JOAN’S POVIrene and I planned to spend the day getting our hair and nails done. I wasn’t the type to do this often. Hell, before I got engaged to Derrick, I couldn’t remember the last time I got my hair done. I usually did it myself. But Irene kept pleading for us to have a girl’s day out together. And how on earth could I say no to Irene?As soon as I stepped through the doors of the salon with Irene, my jaw nearly dropped. I’d never seen anything like this place before. The walls gleamed with soft pink wallpapers and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Everything here screamed luxury, from the fluffy chairs, to the bright vanity mirrors, the marble counters and even the stylists. Women walked around wearing robes with glasses of champagnes in their hands. They talked quietly as they were pampered by the workers. Irene noticed my awestruck expression and grinned. “I told you, Joan, this place is worth the hype. Nothing but the best for us.”“I can see that”“Don’t be too su
JOAN'S POVOne night, I accompanied Derrick to a dinner with the governor. The governor’s mansion was breathtaking. Everything here was sophisticated - the paintings, the chandeliers, the high ceilings, the wide hallway and the house itself. As we stepped through the entrance, the chandeliers sparkled above us on the marble floors. I tried not to gape but it was hard not to. I was in awe of thewhole place. It looked like something straight out a movie. Beside me, Derrick walked with confidence. His posture was straight and his expression was unreadable as always. He hadn’t spoken much on the drive over. Not like he ever spoke to me anyway. But now, as we walked through the crowd of high-profile guests, he seemed even colder. The dining room was already half-full by the time we reached our seats. As I took a look around, I couldn’t help but notice the familiar faces scattered around the room. The governor, several senators, and even the President of the United States who was seated
JONAS' POVI adjusted the tiny camera in the button of my shirt. I angled it just right before I slipped back into the dining room. Derrick and Joan were already seated. The silence between them was so thick I could practically feel it from across the room. They sat on opposite ends of the long table, hardly looking at each other while they ate. They didn't behave like a real couple. So far, there was no hint of affection, no evidence of warmth that might prove Henry wrong. Maybe he was right. Maybe this whole marriage was just a carefully constructed facade.I kept my eyes down, trying to busy myself with minor tasks as I positioned myself discreetly nearby, hoping to catch a clear shot of any interaction. Derrick buttered his toast in silence. Joan, on the other hand, stirred her tea absentmindedly. Her eyes were distant as if she was lost in thought. She looked fragile, almost vulnerable. Just as I thought I’d finally have a few minutes to observe, Ms. Sullivan appeared out of now
JOAN'S POVI sat on my bed, taking a look around my room. It was funny how much my life had changed in a few months. It's funny how things can change in the blink of an eye. The room was lavish, yet suffocating, and I often found myself feeling lost within its walls. Especially when the man I was supposed to call my fiancé kept himself as distant as a stranger. But that was the role I’d signed up for, wasn’t it? Pretend to be the girlfriend of America’s most eligible billionaire and make it look convincing.Only, Derrick didn’t make it easy. Not in the slightest.Today had been an exhausting whirl of decisions. Dresses, flowers, venues—it has taken me the whole day. I'd met up with the finest wedding dress designers and the best florists in the country. Irene had been by my side. She had been supportive as always. Her cheerful attitude helped to keep me grounded. She was good at calming my nerves, and I needed that because Derrick’s frosty demeanor had left me feeling colder than I