5_Sebastian

I hated surprises.

But that day when I woke up and found that woman in my kitchen, it certainly qualified as one.

Isabelle Summers.

When those green eyes met mine for the first time, I felt my heart jump. Like seriously, my fucking heart jumped, because of an insignificant housekeeper. She looked so out of place, like a delicate flower in the middle of a cold desert. Pretty green eyes that bore into my soul and long dark blonde hair pulled into a cute ponytail. For a fleeting second I wondered how they would feel around my wrist. And her scent when I got closer to her, God…

Ever since that day, she's been constantly on my mind. That coffee she makes is perfect but I hate that she's so compliant. She takes every order, every mean word, every mean remark. She just kneel and clean all the mess I make of her fucking dinner, every single time without a word.

And most importantly, I hate that she turns me on so fucking easily. Does she do it on purpose? I can't tell. I don't know. The way she blinks, that slight defiance in her eyes when I make a remark. She just swallows it back for whatever reason. Now I want to find out.

The more time passed, the more I came to the realization that I needed to fire her. She's causing me a lot of trouble, I can't think straight when she's near and I can't stop my fucking dick from hardening when I look at her. It's absolutely annoying and frustrating. Worst, she doesn't even try anything. All she wants is to feed me but her food isn't what I want. Of all my housekeepers, she's the first who never tried to seduce me and the first I found myself drawn to. She's fucking compliant but also fucking stubborn. I like her stubborn side more. I'd just like it that she talked back, I always try to make her react but she never did. She just pinched her lips and cleaned.

I needed to fire her, but I couldn't do that without a good reason. I needed to be more creative.

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The morning light filtered through my curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I groaned and rolled over, the events of the previous day replaying in my mind. I had poured the food she cooked for me all over the floor again. And what did she do? She cleaned it up again. Quietly. A pang of guilt surfaced, but I quickly pushed it away. I didn't care. She needed to deserve her pay.

I sat up and rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. I needed coffee to get over my hard on. My little flower's coffee more precisely. Without bothering to put on a shirt, I headed downstairs. The kitchen was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. As I approached the counter, I noticed a freshly brewed pot of coffee waiting for me. Where was she even?

I poured myself a cup and took a sip. It was perfect as always, just the way I liked it. I couldn't help but wonder, how did she know? Had someone told her? She couldn't have guessed it so easily. The thought irritated me. I hated the idea that she might know anything about me, let alone something as personal as my coffee preferences. It was too perfect, too calculated. I couldn't find fault with it, and that only made me angrier.

I could find fault in her cooking or her attitude but not her coffee.

Mug in hand, I stalked back upstairs, a little work out will surely help. Sure enough, I found the little flower in my room, making my bed. The sight stopped me in my tracks. Her back was turned to me and she was meticulously arranging my bed. The back of her little dress was up revealing a bit of her bare thigh. My space was supposed to be mine, untouched by anyone else.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended.

She looked up, startled, her green eyes wide with surprise. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kingston. I was just—"

"I don't want you in my room, didn't I tell you that?" I cut her off. "Stay out of my personal space, especially when I'm around. And stay out of my way, out of my sight. Do you remember the rule?"

Her apology was quiet, almost a whisper. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry." She gathered her cleaning supplies and headed out but I blocked her way. Something about having her in my room, was as enticing as it was unnerving. She looked up at me and I saw something that flickered fast in her eyes. I was not crazy, she wanted it too. I took a step forward and she stepped back.

"I hate it when I give orders that are not respected" I stepped forward and she stepped back.

"I am sorry sir, it won't happen again" she said stepping back.

"no, of course it will because you never listen"

"I do listen. I just do what's on my task list" there it is, her defiance. I felt blood rush to my cock, I had to divert my thoughts.

"When mistakes are made a correction is necessary" her knees hit the bed and she lost balances falling back over the bed. Just where she should be, but she was so stiff. I leaned over both hands on both side of her head. She wasn't even breathing, anymore.

"What … are you doing… sir?" She asked her eyes darting around with fear and desire. I could just bend over and taste those lips that keep tempting and defying me. I could pull that little dress of her up and ..fuck. With a jerk, I got off the bed.

"Get out of here" I growled heading out to the gym.

I closed the door of my private gym behind me and stood there for a moment, seething. This was my house, my sanctuary. I didn't need some housekeeper invading my personal space. Shaking my head, I start through my routine to direct the blood else where than my cock. But it didn't work. So I headed to the shower. The cold water did little to wash away my irritation. I dressed quickly, eager to leave the house and focus on work, where I had control.

The day passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork. My mind kept drifting back to Isabelle and the way she had felt under me. It should have made me feel better, to know I could submit her but it didn't. The nagging sense of guilt returned, but I shoved it aside, burying it beneath layers of indifference. I didn't care. I didn't want to care.

When I finally returned home, the house was once again quiet. The scent of a warm meal wafted from the kitchen, and I felt my irritation spike. She had done it again. As I entered the dining room, I saw another perfectly set table, another perfectly prepared meal. When will she learn her lesson and give up the idea of feeding me?

Without thinking, I swept the dishes off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. The sound of breaking china echoed through the room, gave me a kind of grim satisfaction. Isabelle appeared in the doorway, her expression one of quiet annoyance. She didn't say anything, once again she didn't defend herself but pressed her lips together. She simply grabbed a broom and started cleaning up the mess.

Her silent compliance grated on me. I wanted her to fight back, to show some sign that she was affected by my actions. But she didn't. She just cleaned up the mess I had made, her movements steady and calm.

I turned away, unable to watch her any longer. I headed to my room, slamming the door behind me and pulled at my thigh. I didn't want to feel this way. I didn't want to feel anything. I was supposed to be in control, untouchable. But Isabelle's presence was slowly chipping away at my self control, and I hated it.

I pulled my clothes off my body, throwing them carelessly on the floor, and I went under a cold shower. When I came out, with nothing but a towel around my waist and water dripping down my hair, I found her there, picking my clothes off the floor. The sight of her there, made me hard instantly again and along with my dick, my frustration rose. I walked up to her and grabbed her arm. A little gasp escaped her as I pressed her against the glass caging her with both of my arms. Her green eyes were wide, looking at me.

"you never listen, do you?" I rasped. "I always need to repeat myself with you?" she didn't speak, she just looked at me frozen wide eyed. "maybe I need to use another method, so you understand" I stepped closer the space between us thinning. Isabelle stiffened even more, and an undeniable flicker of desire crossed her gaze. "maybe I need more effective ones, do I?" the air turned hotter, crackling with electricity and the proximity with her made it even hotter.

"No,sir" she whispered and goodness what that whisper did to me. "I…" her gaze flickered quickly to my lips. "I will leave now" she said. I kept her there for a second, fighting against myself to let her go. Then I moved away and she fled. Leaving me with a raging hard on.

I scratched my scalp in frustration. Throwing myself onto the bed, I stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing. I needed to get a grip, to regain my composure. Tomorrow was a new day, and I had to find a way to deal with her presence without losing my temper. I couldn't let her get under my skin. I wouldn't. With a frustrated sigh, I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep.