Butterfly_Official

EXTRACT...
He closed the door behind me, and my heart pounded abnormally, its rhythm spiraling out of control. I wanted to ask him what he was trying to do—why he was dragging me into the dimly lit space of the house—but the words wouldn’t come.

He said nothing. Just watched me. His eyes followed my every move, intense and unreadable.
I parted my lips, but no sound escaped.

We were supposed to be enemies, constantly quarrelling over the smallest things. And yet, deep down, I had grown fond of him. But with how crazy and hostile we always were to each other, there was no way he liked me back.
What am I even thinking? I’m just a maid in this house....M

Lessie never expected her fights with Kyle—the boss' arrogant and dangerously charming son—to turn into something else. As a maid in the Hartford mansion, she’s spent months clashing with him, their hatred undeniable.

But when Kyle locks the door behind them one night, everything changes. The challenge she threw at him in anger? He’s ready to make her regret it.

Now, trapped in the tension between them, his touch sets off a fire she can't ignore. Their battles were supposed to be harmless, but what happens when hate turns into something far more dangerous?

Is she ready for the obsession of the boss' son?

A dark, intense romance of passion, power, and the fine line between love and hate.

The Boss' Son Obsession

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with restraint.

But when his lips found mine again—hungry, possessive—the only sound that escaped me was a desperate moan.

The last thread of control slipped through my fingers as I reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling hands. He didn't stop me. He should have. I should have.

I knew this was a mistake—a grave one.

A sudden knock at the door made me flinch back. He pulled away too, cursing under his breath. "Fuck!"

"Someone is here?" I whispered, but he still struggled to let go of my waist.

"Kyle, let me go," he exhaled, finally releasing me. I jumped down from the piano stand, smoothing my dress as he buttoned up his shirt.

"Baby," Kyle hissed, his voice sharp as Tiara's voice approached. I suddenly remembered—Kyle was taken, and what had just happened between us would mean nothing. I would still be in my place. Maid.

Kyle noticed the shift in me, the change in my expression. But before he could come closer, I turned and walked out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen.

I barely made it halfway down the hall before I heard his footsteps behind me. His voice, low and urgent, followed. "Wait, don't—"

Kyle's footsteps echoed behind me, urgent. His hand shot out to catch my wrist just before I could reach the kitchen door. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I jerked in response, but I couldn't pull away.

"Stop," he demanded, his voice a mixture of frustration and something raw. His grip tightened as he turned me to face him, his eyes locking onto mine. "What are you doing?"

I tried to look away, to pull away, but I couldn't. My body refused to obey. "I... I don't know," I whispered, my voice shaking. I hated the way my chest felt tight, the way my breath came in short gasps, but I couldn't control it.

His eyes softened, and for a moment, it almost felt like the world outside of us didn't exist. Like there was no Tiara, no obligations, no boundaries. Just us, the lingering heat between us.

"Don't walk away from me," Kyle muttered, his voice barely audible.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. It was too much. Everything was too much. His hand cupped my cheek, and my senses seemed to fade.

"Kyle," I whispered, barely able to speak.

"I want this with you, Lessie, not with Tiara. You," he said, his words striking me like a punch to the gut. My eyes widened—did he just deny his girlfriend?

I shouldn't fall for this. I shouldn't fall for him. But in that moment, all I knew was that I wanted him.

"I love how stubborn you are, Lessie," he murmured, his voice low. "How you run your mouth… and every time, I just wish I could kiss you to shut you up."

His breath was hot against my skin, and before I could think, Kyle closed the gap between us, his lips crashing onto mine. It wasn't gentle—just raw, urgent desire. His kiss was demanding, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

For a split second, everything else faded. The guilt, the confusion—gone. All I could focus on was him. His hands pulled me closer, deepening the kiss, as if he needed to be closer, as if this was the only thing that mattered.

But then, Tiara's voice cut through the haze of heat.

"Kyle!" Her voice was full of shock and anger. I pulled away, my heart racing in my chest.

Kyle froze, his body tense as he turned towards her, and I stood there, breathless and caught between them.

CHAPTER TWO