LISA'S POV
I hurried out of Mr Jackson's office.
It took everything inside of me, to control myself. It was too much.
Mr Jackson was driving me insane.
His touch. His kisses. They were too much.
My mind was in chaos.
My heart was racing. He made me weak. He made me want to surrender.
If I didn't get out of his office, then I was sure, I was going to give in.
Immediately, I walked out. I ran to the corner and collapsed on the floor.
I didn't know what was going on. My mind was filled with questions.
So many questions. But, right now, I couldn't think.
I was too exhausted. Too drained. My heart was pounding.
What the hell was wrong with Mr Jackson?
I closed my eyes as I thought about the kiss.
D-amn it was hot. So hot.
I tried my best to calm myself. I could feel my heart beating very fast.
There was a tingle in my stomach.
My legs were trembling. I could feel myself getting hotter.
I knew that if I hadn't stopped Mr Jackson, if I hadn't push him away, then I was going to lose control. I was going to lose myself. It was scary.
I had to. I had to push him away. I pushed him away as hard as I could.
But, his touch was still lingering. His kisses were still in my mind. I could still feel them on my lips.
My fingers traced my lips. They were still wet.
Why did he kiss me? And why was he acting so strangely?
It was as if, he was going crazy. As if, he couldn't control himself.
Why was he acting like this? Why was he doing these things to me? Was it because of the deal? Or was it something else?
I threw my head back and rested against the wall. This was so confusing.
I was so confused. I wanted this deal to be over with. I was tired. So tired.
So much was happening.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming towards me.
It was one of the male servants. His name was Enzo. I had seen him a few times on the mansion. He always kept to himself. Very quiet and calm. But that didn't stop him from being one of the most handsome and sexiest guys on the mansion.
He had dark hair and eyes. And his body was ripped. I mean, he was super buff.
He was also very tall. Around 6'3 feet.
It was the first time that I was seeing him this close. He was usually busy, working around the mansion. Mostly on the garden and orchard.
"Lisa." Enzo called my name.
I looked up at him.
My eyes widened at the sight of him.
He was shirtless. His well-sculpted and was glistening underneath the sunlight and his muscles flexed perfectly, as he walked.
He looked like a model from a magazine.
His chest was broad and his abs were perfect.
My mouth was hanging open. I couldn't stop staring at him.
His skin was tanned. It had a slight tan. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and looked very sexy.
"E-Enzo…" I stammered as I stared.
"Hey, Lisa. What are you doing on the floor?" He asked. He was carrying a sack of fertilizer and water can in his hand.
He was panting. His face was drenched in sweat. I wasn't going to lie. His sweaty body made him even more hot.
God. Enzo was so handsome. So sexy.
I had never met anyone so hot and sexy before.
Not even Mr Jackson.
Wait. What the hell did I just say?
No. Mr Jackson was still the hottest and sexiest guy I had ever met.
Even though, he had driven me crazy earlier. No guy could ever match up to him. He was still the hottest. The most irresistible.
My face started to get warm as I thought about Mr Jackson.
My hands were still between my legs. They were still there, touching my thighs.
I quickly removed them and straightened my dress.
Enzo's eyes lingered over my body.
For some reason, I was nervous.
"Uhhh…Are you okay, Lisa? You look flushed and your cheeks are red. Do you need me to get you a glass of water?" He asked.
His eyes were fixed on me. He was studying me.
I could feel his gaze over me.
"Y-Yes…yes, Enzo. I'm fine. I just.." My voice was trembling. I was so embarrassed.
I couldn't even imagine how I must look to him. Sitting on the floor. Flushed. Trembling.
He stared at me and laughed.
"You're really adorable, Lisa. Don't worry. You don't have to explain yourself to me. " He teased.
I smiled weakly.
He sat beside me and wiped the sweat off his face.
"So tell me, Miss Lisa. How are you enjoying your new job here at the mansion? You like it so far?" He asked.
"I mean, you just started working here yesterday and there's already a lot of rumors and gossip going around." He winked.
"Gossip? W-What do you mean? What are the rumors about me?" I asked.
He chuckled.
"Come on, Lisa. Everyone is talking about you. The whole staff has been discussing about you. You've caused a lot of chaos you know. I even heard you went into Mr Jackson's private room and that you were able to convince him to leave the mansion. You're feisty, Lisa." He said, before drinking out of his water bottle.
I swallowed hard as I watched him drink.
His lips were wrapped around the bottle. They were glistening with moisture.
My eyes followed his movements as he gulped down the water.
It was very distracting.
"Lisa?" Enzo said.
I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Sorry. Uhhh. Yes. I-I did convince Mr Jackson to leave the mansion. But that was just …uhh…nothing." I said and shook my head.
It was enough that I was still struggling with my feelings for Mr Jackson. The last thing I needed was for me to find myself having feelings for someone else too.
Enzo cleared his throat and turned to me.
"Do you know, most of the male workers here are into you. You've become a topic of discussion among them." He said.
"Me?" I coughed out. "No…I mean I just started working yesterday."
"Well, that's it for guys. Your new, fresh meat." He chuckled.
"Everyone is curious about you, Lisa. Including the guards. Even though, they pretend to be strict and serious, but inside they're just men. And like all men, they can't stop talking about how beautiful and hot you are."
He was teasing me. He had a huge grin on his face.
My eyes were wide. I couldn't believe what he was saying.
I was blushing so hard. He was funny.
Then he leaned closer and placed his arm behind me.
I stiffened.
"Do you want me to protect you, Lisa?" Enzo asked.
"Protect me from what?" I asked.
He leaned even closer.
"From them. From all the guards. If they get out of control and try anything on you, let me know. I will handle them." He whispered.
"I'm a fighter." He said and began to throw punches in the air.
"I will fight them off for you, my beautiful lady." He joked.
I laughed.
"Really, Enzo. Thank you for offering. But I'm fine. There's no need for you to fight anyone. " I said.
"Are you sure, Lisa? You have to tell me if any of the guards get out of control. They can't touch you. You're not their toy. They're not allowed to treat you like that." He said.
"I heard one tried to touch you today and Mr Jackson beat him up."
"W-What. Where did you hear that?" I gasped.
"Word gets around the mansion, Lisa. Everyone is talking about what happened. About how Mr Jackson lost his shit and beat up a guard. Because he was trying to touch you. Because he dared to lay his hands on you." Enzo said.
"If there's one thing you should know about this mansion, is that gossip spreads like fire here, so be careful. There are a lot of people who talk. And a lot of people who watch. People are always watching, Lisa. They have their eyes everywhere. They love to gossip and create stories." He explained.
"Oh…" I trailed off. That wasn't good. Especially since I still hadn't gone through with my deal with Mr Jackson.
I didn't want that to turn into a gossip.
That means, I had to be extra careful with whatever I'm doing with Mr Jackson tonight.
I had to be extra careful. I had to keep my eyes open and ears perked.
I was brought back from my thoughts when Enzo placed his hand on mine.
He was still sitting next to me.
The contact caught me by surprise.
"You keep zoning out, Lisa. Are you sure everything is okay? Are you thinking about something?" He asked.
He was looking into my eyes. He had very intense and deep brown eyes. His grip on my hand was tight.
I looked down at our hands. His was holding mine tightly. His skin was so warm.
"Oh, sorry. I was just...just thinking about something." I said.
Then I remembered that I had work to do. I had to check on Mr Xander's laundry, arrange his closet and get ready for dinner…..
And also s-ex.
"Uhh. Enzo. Thank you. Really, I really appreciate. But I have work to do. I have to go." I said.
I stood up. My knees were still shaky.
"Okay. Okay. I understand, Lisa. Duty calls." He chuckled.
I waved at him and hurried off.
I had a lot to do before dinner and also had to mentally prepare myself for Mr Jackson.
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It was 8pm.
Time for dinner.
I quickly went down to the kitchen. I was tired and famished and really need to eat.
The sweet and delicious scent of the food hit me. My mouth watered.
I quickly sat down at the servant area and started eating.
Mary sat by my side. She was staring at me weirdly. I knew she wanted to ask me a question and I really hoped it wasn't about the deal.
"What?" I mouthed as I took a bite of my food.
She was looking at me with narrowed eyes.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and spoke.
"I heard Mr Jackson punched a guard because of you." She blurted out.
I rolled my eyes and continued eating.
Henry and Enzo was right. This mansion was full of gossip.
I was trying to ignore her when another female servant came up to me.
Her name was Jane.
"Lisa. Tell me. Is it true that you're having a fling with Mr Jackson? Is it true that he likes you and you like him too?" She asked.
My jaw dropped.
"W-What. No! Of course not. Don't believe in such stupid rumors. Where did you even hear that from?" I yelled.
"I don't know. Nowhere. I'm just thinking why would Mr Jackson beat up a guard because of a simple maid. It has to be something more. He has to have feelings for her. Otherwise, why would he bother to do that. He never cared about any of his personal maids before." She said with her arms crossed.
"I mean, you're a poor simple maid. I doubt that Mr Jackson will ever like a woman like you." She added.
Then she leaned closer. Her face was literally next to mine.
"Did you lIke Mr Jackson? Because if you do, that's just wrong, Lisa. He's your boss. Our boss. You're a poor maid." She asked.
"N- No. No.No." I shook my head
vigorously.
"No I don't. I don't like him." I replied.
I knew I was lying. But there was no way in hell, I would ever agree to liking him.
"Are you sure?" Mary asked, poking her head around Jane.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Of course, I am. Why would I ever like him. He's not even attractive." I lied.
"What??!!!" The both women shouted at the same time.
"That's a lie. We all know Mr Jackson is the most handsome man in the planet." Jane said.
"Yea. Admit it, Lisa. Say Mr Jackson is so hot." Mary demanded.
I stared at them and raised an eyebrow. These girls were crazy. Weren't they the ones that told me that I shouldn't be attracted to him?
"Uhhh…" I tried to speak.
"Say Mr Jackson is hot, Lisa." Jane insisted.
"Fine. Fine. Okay. He is hot. So, there. Are you happy?" I rolled my eyes and took a sip of water.
The two girls giggled.
"You know. I would die if Mr Jackson would ever beat up a guard for me. That would be so sexy and romantic. " Jane said.
Mary agreed.
"How did it feel, Lisa? When he punched that guard in front of you… It was so hot. Wasn't it?" Jane asked.
"Y..Yes." I stammered as I thought back to earlier that day.
Seeing Mr Jackson hit that guard. Watching him punch him. His knuckles turning red and bloody. It was hot.
Damn.
It made me feel safe and protected. Like he cared. But deep down I know he didn't. He just wanted to fck me and toss me aside.
I went back to eating. I wasn't in the mood for the chit-chat anymore.
Soon I will have to sneak into Mr Jackson's private room. I wonder what he had planned for me.
The thought of spending the night with him was really exciting. Especially after the kiss we shared in his office. And having his fingers inside of me.
I closed my eyes as I imagined more of Mr Jackson. And the things he would do to me.
I was so sure, that he would drive me crazy again.
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I had just taken my evening shower. My hair was dripping wet and the towel was wrapped tightly around my body.
It was getting late and I was pacing around my room, trying to prepare myself for whatever the fck was going to happen tonight.
I didn't know what to wear or even what to do.
Should I just show up at the private room? Or should I go to his bedroom and ask him first? What should I do? What should I wear?
I was still walking around my room aimlessly when I heard a knock on my door.
It was a soft knock.
I opened the door and was surprised to see Henry standing in front of me.
"Hello Lisa." Henry said.
Before I could speak, he had walked past me into my room.
"Mr Henry. W-What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Mr Jackson sent me. He wants you in the private room in thirty minutes." He replied.
"Okay." I nodded.
Henry stared at me for a while, before speaking again.
"I know I told you not to get involved with Mr Jackson and that it was dangerous and all. But, you can tell me if you really want out. If you do, then I will help you. I will find a way to get you out of the deal. We could come up with an excuse. We could even tell Mr Xander that you're not feeling well and that you can't be with him." He said.
"Mr Henry. No." I shook my head.
"Mr Jackson paid for my mother's hospital debts and treatments. I have to." I replied.
Henry sighed and walked towards me.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Lisa. But please, promise me this. When you walk in there, make sure you understand that the deal is between you and Mr Jackson. Nothing more. Don't lose your focus. Don't fall in love with him. Don't let him take control of your heart. " He warned.
I blinked.
Fall in love with him.
What?
"Lisa, listen to me. I don't want you to make the same mistake Amelia did. I don't want you to turn out like all the other girls he's ruined. I know you might think you're different and special and that he's never going to hurt you." He began to speak.
"But trust me. He will. He will destroy your heart. He will shatter your soul. Mr Jackson doesn't love. He uses people and tosses them away. He's an ass. He's a horrible person." Henry said.
My eyes widened at his words.
Who's Amelia? And why all these warnings.
"What. Why would you say that, Mr Henry?" I asked.
Henry paused and ran a hand over his face.
"Mr Henry, what's going on? Who is Amelia? What happened to her? Is she someone who worked at the mansion too?"
Henry took breathed in and sighed.
"You should get dressed. Mr Jackson is waiting for you. Oh and there's a dress for you in the your closet. Mr Jackson said you should put it on. Good night, Lisa."
He smiled weakly and left.
I was left alone in the dark.
Who was Amelia? Why the warning?
Was Mr Jackson really the monster Henry described him as?
Was he really a heartless jerk?
Ughh. Too much thoughts. I sighed.
I walked over to the closet and opened it up. There was a dress there, to my surprise.
When did this get put in here?
I took it out of the closet and gasped.
It was a short, tight black leather dress that looked very sexy and expensive.
Underneath was a pair of sexy, red thong.
I ran my fingers through the fabric.
There was no doubt that this dress was going to make me look like very sexy.
I had no choice. I had to wear it.
If Mr Jackson wanted me to wear this, then I would.
It wasn't like I had a choice anyway. And I had to remind myself that this was just one night.
Just one night. One time.
I immediately slipped on the thong and the dress. The dress fit perfectly. It clung to my body.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
The dress was really tight and it showed off my curves perfectly. The back side was completely bare. And it was super short. It was just a little above my a-ss.
My cleavage was showing too.
I had never worn anything so daring or sexy before.
This was definitely new to me.
I let my hair fell loosely behind my back.
My eyes were sparkling underneath the light. My skin was glowing. My lips were full and rosy.
It was ready to go.
Suddenly, I heard a knock again.
Was it Mr Henry? What did he want to tell me again? More warnings.
"I'm coming." I yelled and quickly wore a pair of heels, before hurrying to the door.
I opened it. My breath hitched. It wasn't Mr Henry.
It was the guard.
The guard that touched me earlier.
He was standing in front of my door. His were red. And he smelled of alcohol. There was a dark and sinister look on his face and it scared me.
"Hey beautiful." He said as he staggered in and shut the door.
I was frozen. I didn't know what to do.
"Why are you dressed so sexily, huh? Were you expecting someone? Did you have a date? Are you trying to impress someone, huh. You want me to guess. Was it Mr Jackson. Hmmm. Is that it? Where you going to meet him? Is that why he punched me in the face." He blabbed.
I could see from the way he walked and talked that he wasn't in his right state of mind. He was clearly drunk and acting under the influence of alcohol.
His legs dragged across the floor as he moved closer to me. I tried to take a step back, but his arms reached out and grabbed my waist.
He was so strong and heavy.
I could feel his hands moving down my back and a-Ss.
"Stop. Let go." I tried to push him off.
"Get the fck off me." I yelled and pushed him with all my strength.
But, he was too strong and he wouldn't let go.
"You're sleeping with Mr Jackson, aren't you? That's why he punched me. He has never hit me before and I've been with a lot of his personal maids. But somehow you were able to make him snap and punch me. Tell me, why is that. Why do you mean so much to him? Why are you special, huh?"
"I-I'm not. I-I'm not....." I struggled to speak.
"Just a w-hore. Just a toy. That's what you are. A cheap w-hore, sleeping with Mr Jackson." He said and slapped me hard across the face.
I fell to the ground.
My ears were ringing. My cheeks were burning. I couldn't move.
The guard was standing over me. He dragged me up and threw me on my bed.
"I'm going to make you pay for what happened to me today. For making me get hit by Mr Jackson. You're going to wish you never came here. I will teach you a lesson you won't forget." He said and started undoing his belt.
I was petrified.
My hands were trembling.
"No. No. Let me go." I screamed.