Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Naive Maid: Bab 21 - Bab 30

...Serene’s POV The restaurant just shook me. My eyes trailed every decor, every minor detail. Such a gorgeous building. I’d never seen such a place—not even in photos, not in the fleeting fantasies I’d once indulged before reality taught me to stop dreaming. I did it belong here and that’s why dreaming was not for me. Nicholas stepped out first, a vision of dark allure in a tailored black shirt and pants, the fabric accentuating his muscular frame. He looked like a vampire , his figure glowing under the moonlight. A single strand of dark hair fell roguishly over his forehead, and his piercing gray eyes locked onto me, making my pulse race. My chest tightened. His one glance was enough to fuck my mind up. He offered his hand, and I hesitated, my heart a frantic drumbeat. Placing my hand in his felt like giving my whole to him willingly and I did not want that. I did not want to lose my freedom …… entirely. Calm down, I told myself, forcing a deep breath before placing my trem

...Author’s POV She curled up in Nicholas’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder, seeking solace in the man she feared most. What was happening?The encounter with Julian in the hallway—his chilling threat, his reminder of the deadly consequences of failure—had shattered her fragile composure. She could not seem to hold herself together. Her heart raced, tears pricking her eyes as she clung to Nicholas, his steady warmth the only anchor in her storm.“T-Take me h-home,” she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with desperation.Nicholas’s heart clenched, a rare pang of something unfamiliar tightening his chest. Home. She’d called his penthouse home, claiming it as her own in her moment of vulnerability. The word stirred something deep within him—possession, yes, but also a flicker of protectiveness he hadn’t expected. Christian and Stella exchanged worried glances, Stella’s voice cutting through the silence. “Serene, wh

...Serene’s POV I was sitting, curled on the plush couch, my arms wrapped around my legs and my chin resting on my knees. My eyes stared out of the window, staring at the busy city. The view was breathtaking, but my mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, each one heavier than the last. Nicholas had rewritten my world with his new rules: eat everyday, whenever he wants with him, dressing like a girl in love, acting as if they were lovers. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me, a constant reminder of the contract that bound me to him—and the mission for Julian I was failing. I did not know why he was doing this all. He needed a maid and he suddenly replaced me but kept me here. But for what? I sighed, my breath shaky and my heart aching with loneliness.My eyes drifted to the kitchen, where Rufus moved with quiet efficiency, preparing dinner. His light brown hair fell over his forehead, his hazel eyes focused on his task. He’d replaced me as Nicholas’s worker, but we h

...Serene’s POV I was sitting on the edge of his massive mahogany desk, my naked body trembling, my skin flushed with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.My legs were spread wide, held open by Nicholas’s commanding presence between them, his tailored shirt now clinging to his frame, damp with my previous release. The vibrator buried deep inside of me buzzed relentlessly, its medium setting sending shockwaves through my core, making my walls to clench tightly around it. My eyes rolled back and my knuckles turning white. My pussy was soaking, my juices glistening on my thighs, the desk, and Nicholas’s hand, a testament to the intensity of the moment. I blushed hard seeing him soaked with my juices but He did not seem to hate it …… either. I whimpered, my voice was broken, desperate sound as I gripped Nicholas’s arm, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring myself against the onslaught of sensation. The vibration was too much to bear. The previous or

...Serene’s POV I was sitting, cross-legged on a the soft cream rug, my books and notes splayed across the coffee table that only I could navigate. My dark hair falling over my shoulders, the strands catching the light in a way that made them shimmer like polished obsidian, framing my face as I adjusted my glasses. My brow furrowed in concentration. It was my one of the important assignment and the deadline was near than ever and I had to work hard for it. A highlighter rested between my fingers, and my lips moved faintly as I mouthed the words on the page, utterly absorbed in my studies. I had less time and the revision was much. The faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen, where Rufus was preparing lunch, provided a comforting backdrop, the scent of herbs and simmering sauce drifting through the air. Nicholas Volkov had left for a meeting hours ago, and I had been home since morning, the clock on the wall ticking toward 1 p.m.The quiet rhythm of my focus was disturbed by