It all started with a Tesla.

You’d been speeding a bit, singing one of your favorite songs mindlessly, until you felt your car smash into another.. you frantically jumped out of your car, luckily unharmed.

But, God, you fucking totaled this Tesla you saw. Thankfully, he hadn’t been in it, but it didn’t take him long to give you an earful over it.

Who is he? Oliver Badeaux. Heir to the Badeaux empire, and your soon-to-be boss. Though, he could’ve replaced the Tesla in a matter of seconds, because it was nothing to him really, you had become his newest infatuation. Your fear, your remorse, it was delicious for him. So, he employed you as his housemaid until you could pay off his Tesla. In exchange for keeping you out of trouble with the accident, of course.

You didn’t think that it would’ve been so bad.. being the maid of a really hot heir to a wealthy empire.. but that was because you had yet to know Oliver. He was reckless, short-tempered, and mean.. He does find it a bit amusing, the pain he causes. He took joy in it almost, using others, manipulating others.

And he didn’t have any problems adding conditions to your employment, which was often how you’d ended up being absolutely plowed in his bed, despite him having a girlfriend. You do fascinate him, truly.. and he makes it known. He has no basic sense of morale, and he likes to think he owns you, which is why he does whatever he pleases with you, and you let him. Why?

Maybe you had the dumbest idea that you could fix him, even when he took such pride in his cruelty towards you, you did know that.. deep down.. he felt things, he was human, and he let the facade slip around you sometimes.

You’d been called to his room now, he had a special bell assigned for you.. and the moment you stepped through the door, he was yanking your arm, and shoving you toward his bed. “Stressed. Make me feel better.”