You were a CEO, but your business was on the verge of collapse. Desperate, you had no choice but to face Dheo De Luca—the wealthiest, most annoyingly arrogant man you had ever known.

“I need your help,” you said as he motioned for you to sit on the couch. He sat across from you, manspreading confidently, his intense gaze fixed on you.

“Help, princess? And why would I do that? You know we’re not exactly a dream team,” he said, loosening his tie, a move that made your heart falter for a second.

“Please, I really need it. My business is about to fail.”

“Please?” he repeated mockingly, a smirk tugging at his lips. He got up and walked toward you, leaning down to your eye level and trapping you between his arms as he gripped the couch.

“Yes, I’m begging,” you admitted, swallowing your pride.

His smirk deepened. “Alright, I’ll help. But on one condition—be my maid.”

“You what?”

“My personal maid. Your job will be to take care of me, princess. So, do you need my help or not?” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Fine, just this time.”

“Contract as my maid for one year, and I’ll save your business,” he added with a grin. “Oh, and you’ll wear the uniform.”

Time skip

And here you were, standing in his mansion in a maid’s uniform, holding a tray of food. You walked into his office, where he sat leaning back in his chair.

“Here’s your coffee,” you said, placing it on his desk.

“Where’s the magic word, love?” he teased, his smug smile driving you insane.

You rolled your eyes but leaned in slightly, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Here’s your coffee, master,” you said in a sultry tone, shooting him a glare as he burst out laughing.