Bossy Maid

The only seven-star hotel in C City towered into the sky. Its decorations were extravagant to the extreme. This was a place for celebrities and dignitaries around the globe.

Standing in the presidential suite on the top floor, one could overlook the prosperous city and felt in control of the business world.

The silver moonlight slanted in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and lay across the dark, luxurious room.

"So hot!"

The groan of a woman suddenly came out. Her voice was as attractive as a mid-night rose in full bloom.

Gradually...

She found it hard to breathe, and her voice became increasingly painful.

So dark!

What was this place? Where was she?

Why were her feet and hands bound? Fear rose from the bottom of her heart...

In the spacious and fitted-out bathroom, the light was bright yellow. Water tricked smoothly down the well-defined chest of a man and flowed to his V-line abs. Steamed by the hot water, his thin lips looked full and ruddy.

His hair was inky, and his features sculpted. The man was deadly addictive, just like poppies.

He was the owner of this room. Life and death were in his power!

The sound of water stopped. Terrance Boyle wrapped himself in a white bath towel. His robust chest was exposed to the air. He demonstrated his domineering temperament and strength.

Except for the cool moonlight, the room was all dark.

Haziness created dreamy beauty.

Terrance walked to the bed when a large, pink, rectangular box came into view. A bow was tied with a ribbon, and a delicate rose was on top.