Helen was preparing Alexander's breakfast that Saturday morning. She's avoiding him for the past three days and didn't speak to him. His butler just told her to cook paella because her boss wanted to eat some.

Helen rolled her eyes when she felt a cold and dark stare around her. She faced someone and shock was written on her face because she saw Alexander, topless and his hair was a little bit messy.

She didn't greet him, she just turned her back and continue cooking. She felt his presence but she ignored it like nothing.

"Good morning, my sexy maid." Alexander greeted, she didn't look.

His forehead knitted, his jaw clenched and slapped the dining table, and there, he caught her attention. She looked at him, blankly. No expression at all.

"Look at me, woman," he ordered.

Helen looks at him, flatly. "Do you need anything, Sir?"

Calm yourself, Helen. Don't look at his abs, damn it! She scolds herself.

She saw Alexander's knitted forehead.

"Are you avoiding me, woman?" he coldly asks. "You enjoyed what had happened three days ago, why are you acting like I'm just a wind around?"

She shook her head. "I don't, Sir."

"Mierda! Por qué me evitas, mujer?" Alexander asks in Spanish. Shit! Why are you avoiding me, woman?

Helen raised a brow at him. "Hay algún problema, señor?" She fired back. Is there a problem, sir?

Alexander was frustrated, his jaw clenched. "The fuck, woman! You're my problem! You're avoiding me for three days and I can't sleep well, shit!"

Helen was shocked, she smirked at him. "Not my problem anymore, Sir." she blurted out, sarcastically and turned her back on him. "Sit and your breakfast is almost done Sir," she added and serve his food on the table.

She flashes her sarcastic smile at him. "Disfrute de su comida, señor." Then she walked out of the dining table but she was about to fully step out of the dining area when she heard his cold and baritone voice speak up.

"Come back here and eat with me, woman, or else..." Coldly, he said.

Helen balled her fist because of annoyance. She's avoiding him yet he's fucking annoying her. "Or else what, Mr. Adamos?" she challenged.

"If you don't want me to put paella on your body and taste it, pleasurably," he answered, huskily. "Don't make me stand and force you to sit beside me, you won't like it when you have worn out my patience," he added.

Mission. Focus, Helen. Calm yourself, don't make a fuss. She reminded herself.

She walked back and sit beside him. She looked at him and plaster a fake smile and started to eat. "Happy now, sir?" she mumbled, sarcastically.

"Stop your sarcasm, woman."

Helen rolled her eyes and eat quietly. She felt him staring and she stopped chewing her food and looked at him intently.

"Staring is rude, sir," she speaks up.

Alexander cleared his throat and avoid his gaze on her. "Does it matter if I look at my sexy maid?" he asked.

"Shut it, Mr. Adamos. I don't like your attitude and glances." Helen coldly uttered. "I won't hesitate to rip your fucking eyeballs if you dare to stare at me again..." she paused, "and I am not fucking bluffing, sir."

Alexander sighed, looked at her again. And this time, his eyes has a glint of annoyance and fear wasn't even visible. With his cold and grayish eyes, he brought closer his face and stared at his maid.

"And I'm not bluffing too, my sexy maid if you continue your attitude like that on me..." he puffed his breath on her face which make Helen close her eyes. "You'll get a punishment in the darkroom, tied up and smacked," he threatened. "Pleasurable punishment is enough."

She heard him chuckle. She opened her eyes and looked at him directly in his eyes. "I'm not threatened, Sir. I'm not born to be afraid of you..." she said, calmly yet bravely.

Alexander licked his lower lip and stand up. He brought the paella in his hands, looked at Helen most especially on her chest, and brought the paella in there.

Helen was shocked, she moved backward. She couldn't believe it. She wasn't even prepared for what Alexander did.

She balled her fist, gritted her teeth, and look at him, sharply. "What the fuck are you doing, Mr. Adamos? You're mistreating me as your maid, Sir," she said, boldly. "I don't fucking tolerate your fucking－" Helen couldn't finish what she was saying when Alexander licked the paella on her chest.

She closes her eyes. She reminded herself again. Don't moan, Helen. Don't fucking do that. You don't like it, you don't like what he's doing.

"F-Fuck..." she mumbled but it turns out to be a moan.

Alexander flashes a sly smirk and licked the paella on Helen's chest.

"Damn it, Thea..." he mumbled, huskily. "You taste sweet, my sexy maid. The paella tastes sweet on your chest..." he said while looking at her.

Helen was suppressing her anger. She met Alexander's cold stare. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "M-Move away..." she uttered.

"What if I don't?" Alexander teased.

"Dannazione, signore! Vai via, per favore!" Helen shouted at his face. Damn, sir! Get away, please!

Helen's face was red because of anger. She pushed him away and stand up from where she was sitting.

"Sir, if you please excuse me..." Helen holds back her anger. "I should go now, sir if you don't have anything else to say and order." she coldly uttered, turned her back, and walked out of the dining table.

She was angry, every step she takes was heavy. Her fist was trembling and all she wants to do right now is to punch someone. She breathed, harshly.

Upon walking, she saw Alexander's butler, who was heading in her direction. Helen rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Miss Thea! What happened to your... uh, never mind." The butler shook his head and look away.

Helen smirked. "Your arrogant boss and shit happened," she informed.

"Oh, he's been like that for three days, Miss. Just understand him, he'll be sorry for what he did, okay?"

She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't care anymore, butler Greg. I don't give a fucking shit of his attitude!" Annoyed, she walked on, passing him by.

She went straight to her room and took a quick shower. After taking a shower, she stayed in her room and didn't come out and just read books.

"Fuck, this is a good book, huh. But it's too thick... like Alexander's face!" she said, comparing the book on Alexander.

AFTERNOON came, Alexander sat while smoking in the living room of his mansion. He's waiting for his maid, Thea to go downstairs. He releases the smoke and he looks fucking hot doing that.

While waiting, his thoughts focused on Thea's reaction to what had happened this morning at the dining table. He was playing his cigarette on his hands when he felt his maid's presence.

He stood up, sucking his cigarette and when Thea walked directly on him, he blows it out in her face.

"Good afternoon, bub. How's your day, staying in your room?" He greeted, sensually.

Helen rolled her eyes. "There's no good in my afternoon if you're here, annoying me."

Alexander sits, throwing away the cigarette butts on the case. "How annoyed are you, Thea?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Annoyed as I wanted to fucking punch－no! I want to fucking place a bullet on your crazy head!" she answered, narrowing her eyes at him.

Alexander gritted his teeth and looked at her coldly. "How bad I am to you, Thea?"

She rolled her eyes. "As bad as Satan in hell."

"Oh, Satan in hell or Satan in bed?" Alexander mimicked.

She bit her lower lip. This is fucking annoying and nonsense!

Her forehead knitted. "Satan in hell, asshole!" She answered, pissed off.

He's like Satan in hell, he wasn't even passed as Satan in bed, stupid! Helen thought in mind.

Alexander ordered his men to hold her both hands. "Don't be hard-headed. Stop struggling woman, you'll come with me... whether you like or you don't like it." Alexander blurted out and fix his gun. "Come with me, woman, or else... you'll not have peace inside the darkroom."

Helen struggled. "Stop threatening me, Adamos. Have a match with me and let's see who's fucking annoying and hard-headed." Helen challenges him, tries to struggle again.

Alexander harshly breathes. "If you keep on insisting that fucking match... I'm telling you, there will be a fucking match on my bed－you, moaning in pleasure." He says, vulgarly.