LUCKY LITTLE MAID

[~Song recommendation: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Taylor & Perfect Day by The Constellations~] 

"Ahh… Why do I keep entering at the wrong time?" A familiar voice surprised both of them. Startled both of them turned towards the voice of the owner, Layla still in his embrace. 

"Oh… You came quite early today?" Michael remarked before he let go of her for which she felt obliged. His voice carried subtle distaste about his sudden entry, something that James' eyes easily caught. 

"Yeah…" He said, grinning ear to ear as he ran his fingers through his hair. Michael watched him intently. The bastard seemed to be enjoying what happened a minute ago.

"Have you brought some evidence or just showed up here to advertise your toothpaste brand?" Michael's remarked in a cold voice and James instantly shut his mouth. 'Is it my fault that you left the door open while being lovey-dovey with that maid who doesn't look like one?' He didn't dare to voice it out loud.

"Yep… It's proven; The pizzas were drugged with something known as 'lustybrat', a drug that is used to heighten men's sexual desire absurdly. Although I took the blood sample the next day, we found traces of it… It could have been worse, brother." James finished off followed by gently squeezing his shoulder. 

Michael nodded and he didn't need to ask him what he meant by 'worse.' He was glad that, he didn't force into her. They shared some more conversations relating to the incident and James suggested him to file a report against the food company but Michael didn't comply with him.

"I know what it takes to build a brand and how a single mishap could ruin its reputation. After all, the delivery guy was just the carrier. I want to find out the real culprit." He stated, keeping his hands crossed and James had to give in to his decision. 

However, in reality, Michael wanted to find that guy by himself and teach him a lesson without the intervention of cops. Later he can beat the shit out of him to get the info about the culprit behind the act.

"Don't do something reckless," James stated while Michael nodded but the latter knew too well about the nefarious billionaire.

"Thanks for the help buddy; Come to the mansion on some weekend to chill out," He stated and James left after sharing a friendly handshake. Michael sighed but instantly he balled his fists as soon as the thought of someone wanting to ruin Layla popped up in his mind. 'Who would dare to mess with my things in my own mansion?' 

Layla kept herself occupied in the kitchen and was waiting for her Master's orders. Her cheeks flushed thinking about how bold she was a few moments ago. Suddenly she recalled something about that night.

She remembered the way he tried to be physical with her, but at the same time, she couldn't forget how he restrained himself to pounce on her. 'How did he manage to control himself if he was under the control of that drug?' The question left her muddled.

"You're lucky little maid…" The deep masculine voice alerted her instantly. She turned to notice him leaning against the door. "I managed to gain control over my body, considering my high stamina; That's what the report says." He answered her question that had been pestering her mind. 

"If the dose was a little high or…" He sighed and she saw him closing the distance causing her heart to pace up. 'Why does he have to be so dramatic?' 

"I'm really sorry for that night, Layla." Layla felt his breath tickle her forehead as he was standing so close to her. She closed her eyes feeling his hot breath but soon she felt his hand grazing her cheeks causing her to almost gasp. She opened her eyes and the handsome face welcomed her vision. His eyes seemed to be filled with warmth. 

Michael chuckled seeing her cute reactions before he removed his hand from her cheeks and Layla felt sad as she couldn't feel his gentle caress. She kept gaping at his back as he was leaving the kitchen.

His shoulder blades were visible over the shirt, as her gaze lowered down, it rested over his v-shaped waistline. Layla shook her head and cursed herself inwardly to put away her lewd thoughts.

"Oh by the way… I'm assigning a special person who'll taste and check every food we'll be having. He'll be reporting here this evening. Until then only have packaged food." He said turning his head over his shoulders before he left the kitchen. 

Layla suddenly sucked in a deep breath, then she realized she had been holding her breath for too long. But what's her fault? Any girl will swoon over him as he's the living embodiment of Prince Charming. That deep voice, his taut abs and he was caring too! It's a shame that she had to remain a slave to him. 

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Michael tried his best to control his anger which had been boiling since he discovered the drug. He even tipped that bastard generously that night. What for? To molest Layla; Gosh he couldn't even think straight. His knuckles went white and gripped the steering wheel of the car before he took a hasty turn cutting off a red light. 

He braked his car at the very last moment in front of the biggest branch of 'CRAVESTARS' in the city of Rozenville. Thankfully the carbon ceramic brakes of the M5 managed to put the car into a stop without hitting some of the customers who were dining outside. 

"Ayo… Watch out, man!" 

"Fuck you!"

"I'm filing a report against him of murder." 

Michael heard the agitated remarks of the crowd but he didn't pay much attention to them. Some even jumped aside from their table to protect themselves while some ended up spilling the food. He could hear a man's voice in the background as he was confronting his girlfriend for sitting in some other man's lap.

A black GMC YUKON soon braked in the same way as the M5 halting just beside it. Men clad in black suits with guns attached to their waists soon exited the car and paced up to match their boss' steps.

"Is it some FBI shit?" 

"Sir… Yeah, He went that way." 

Few people uttered to them but they didn't even bother to listen to their pleas. They knew for sure if they were late, someone was going to die soon in their boss' hands. 

"Ah… There you are!" Michael exclaimed and soon that delivery boy's face turned pale. His delivery bag filled with pizzas fell over the ground and he dashed towards the exit gate for the staff. But he couldn't match Michael's blazing speed and ended up falling hard as Michael tripped his leg.

"You're so DEAD…"