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Chapter 5

  • Lilian started work early. The past few days she had gotten more in tune with her work. She was however burdened with the horrifying task of taking coffee up to Damian every morning and also waiting for him to finish it up and bring the tray back downstairs. Most days were uneventful and he drank his cup in silence and some days he just felt like throwing remarks her way. All of which she ignored of course. As she took his cup to his room, she bumped into Adam on the way. He was a hand's looking man but always had a worried face. Seemed Damian gave him a tough time as well. She could certainly relate to that. She knocked on Damon's door and entered the room. Damian was already dressed in a blue long-sleeve shirt and black trousers. He says cross-legged on the big armchair near the bed.
  • "To you long enough", he said in annoyance.
  • She ignored him and set the tray down on the table in front of him. He drank his coffee and looked at her.
  • She was beautiful. Long sleek black hair, a pretty round face with beautiful deep blue eyes that could stare deep into a soul. Her breasts were ample and round. They looked soft. What man wouldn't want to lay his head on them? Her waist was slender and gently curved outwards at her hips. She had a stunning hourglass shape and could rival any model. Her legs were sleek and smooth. Her lips were full and light soft pink. The thing was that he had taken her type to bed before but she was different. She was unyielding and tough and that intrigued Damian. He finished up his coffee and put it back on the tray. As she bent over to pick it up, her cleavage was in full view. As she walked out, he called after her,
  • "Come back when your done and be quick about it"
  • Lilian stopped dead in her tracks and turned back to look at him.
  • "Why?"
  • "Stop asking me stupid questions and get your ass back here when you're done."
  • That ended their conversation. She walked away quickly. What did Damian want her back for? Nothing good she guessed. She had to be on high alert. Men like him could never be trusted. She took the tray to the kitchen and went back upstairs to Damian's room. She entered and found Damian still seated on his chair but now there was a black office dress spread out on his bed.
  • "Get dressed," he said. "You're coming with me to work"
  • "Why?" she said. She wasn't expecting this at all.
  • "What did I say about asking me stupid questions?"
  • Lilian still didn't move. Her mind was racing.
  • "Didn't you hear me! I said get dressed." He was losing his patience.
  • "I want to know why I'm following you to work," she finally said. Her arms were crossed and she was unwilling.
  • Damian was not going to lose his cool over her. He got up from his chair and picked up the dress and threw it at her. She caught it.
  • "Do as I say and get dressed ." He wasn't having any of her attitudes this morning.
  • Lilian decided to go along.
  • She made for the door but Damian called back to her.
  • "And where do you think you're going?"
  • "To get changed."
  • "Well did I ask you to leave?"
  • "You want me to get changed here?" This man thought he was god.
  • "Yes. Now chop, I have things to do."
  • Lilian didn't move for a few minutes and then started undressing. She tried to unzip her uniform but alas, it was stuck! Why did the universe hate her so much? She tried her best to get it unzipped but at the same time, she didn't want to seem too desperate. Her struggle didn't escape Damian's eye.
  • "Oh for chrissake!" He went over to her and helped her unzip her dress. As he did so, she took the time to admire the smoothness of her back. He went back and stood in front of her. She took off the uniform and she was left in her white, lacey bra and underwear. She was breathtakingly sexy. He could see her nipples push gently against her bra. Was she cold or horny? He wasn't sure and he did care–at least for now. She wriggled into the dress and Damian watched the gentle sway of her hips. It was hypnotizing.
  • Finally, she was dressed. It was a perfect fit. The dress revealed the gentle curves of her body. Damian bit his lower lip as he admired Lilian. "He had to have her," he thought.
  • "Now get downstairs and wait in the car. And don't think of doing anything funny."
  • Lilian scowled. She was almost at her wit's end with this guy. She said nothing and went downstairs and went to the parking lot. She saw his Chrysler already prepared. The driver opened the door and she got in the back seat. The care was comfortable. For an asshole, he had good taste but it had one flaw: the seats in the backseat faced each other. Goddamit! Now she had to look at his narcissistic face for the whole journey.
  • Damian soon came into the car and a cold silence followed. To Lilian, the drive felt like it would go on for hours. She loathed him so much that she wanted to threw up every time their eyes met. Damian watched Lilian carefully. He could see that she was uncomfortable and somehow, he enjoyed making her feel that way. She was a pretty, little thing but she was a case. He had seen puppies more obedient than her.
  • Soon they reached the office. The grandeur of the place was breathtaking. Lilian looked up at the building in awe. Damian signaled to the driver to wait for a little before he opened the door. He grabbed Lilian's arm roughly and pulled her close. She tried to release herself from his grip but it was too tight.
  • "Look here," he said in a menacing whisper. "If you decide to cause a scene here, or get up to your usual funny business and antics, there will be consequences."
  • Layla stared at the monster that held her. She was heartless. He let her go roughly and straightened his tie. Lilian looked at her arm. It was all red. She rubbed it and gave Damian a hard death stare which he ignored. They got out and headed into the building. The inside was just as beautiful. It had a glassy, elegant appearance. Everyone got on with their business diligently. Lilian followed Damian up to his office. It was roomy and perfectly furnished. This dickhead had good taste. Lilian would give him that.
  • She sat down in a comfortable chair and kept admiring the place.
  • "Did I ask you to sit your pathetic ass down," Damian said to her as he put his briefcase on his desk. He wasn't even facing her. How did he know that she was sitting?
  • Lilian stood up reluctantly and rolled her eyes.
  • "So," she started. "Why did you drag me to this place."
  • "To make you useful," he replied, still not looking at her.
  • "Useful how? I'm already your maid. What more does your greedy little ego want." She folded her hands and looked at him.
  • There was a whole lot he wanted from her. A whole lot and he would get them in due time.
  • "You are in fact a terrible maid. Your cleaning sucks, you can't make beds properly and should I even mention your poor service."
  • Lilian looked at Damian in disbelief. Nothing was wrong with her service or her cleaning and bed-making.
  • "Now stop talking and get these to the secretary." He threw her a file which she caught.
  • "But I don't..."
  • "Well find it then. God!"
  • Lilian made a face and left. This was how the whole day was for her. It was tiring. The office was so big and walking back and forth was just energy-consuming. Didn't he have an assistant for all this? Lilian could only wonder what next was installed for her in this hell hole she was in. Who knew? Maybe her next job for this psychopath would be to watch him have sex and possibly video the whole thing. She just wanted the day to end.