"Where the hell are you taking me?" Helen asks, pissed.

Alexander looks at her sharply. "To a place where I want you exposed." he coldly blurted.

"E-Exposed, what?! Are you fucking insane, Sir? I'm a maid and I am supposed to be cleaning your fucking house!" Helen shouted with annoyance.

A dangerous look flashes on Alexander's face. "You're my maid and you are supposed to follow my command, woman. Don't fucking provoke me, I won't go fucking easy on you!" A thunderous voice of Alexander echoed in the living room.

Helen shut her mouth, didn't question him again. She wasn't afraid of him but she was afraid that he might do nasty things to her. He's livid, she notices that. She curse inside her head many times and curse him to death.

Helen struggles with the two men beside her. "Don't fucking touch me! I can walk alone." she eagerly uttered.

"But we don't want to die－"

"Then die, fuckers! I don't care! You're was not even priceless, so pull your hands away or I will be the one to cut it off. Choose."

The two men sighed and remove their hands from her arms. She walked straight towards the car. She sits next to him, his arms folded on his chest with a serious look. Helen look away and didn't mind her boss.

"Greg, facciamo un salto al centro commerciale più vicino. Compreremo i vestiti di milady." Alexander commanded. Greg, let's drop by at the nearest mall. We'll buy milady's clothes.

They are aware that Helen understands what they are saying. She just rolled her eyes and mumbled something that Alexander clearly understands and hear.

"Dannazione a lui, sa davvero come farmi incazzare, cazzo." she murmured. Damn him, he really knows how to fucking piss me off.

"Shut it, woman."

"What the hell, Sir Alexander? You're not my sugar daddy to buy my clothes. Uh, you're fucking annoying!" Helen was pissed and seemed to want to shoot her boss in his head.

"Stop cursing, or I will be fucking fuck you right here, right now, woman!" Alexander growled.

She looked at him with disbelief. "Do it if you can, Mister!" she rolled her eyes, challenging him.

Alexander's jaw clenched, his eyes were livid. He balled his fists because of frustration. "Damn it, woman! Don't fucking regret again if I do nasty things on your fucking body!"

Helen smirked. "Then do it, if you can, Sir. Let's see who's gonna have a fucking boner and aching abdomen," she teased, annoyingly.

The drive was around thirty minutes and they keep on fighting like a married couple inside the car. They just stop fighting when Alexander's butler cleared his throat and they both asked him.

"What?" they said in unison.

Greg avoided his gaze in the rearview mirror of the car. "Nothing, senor," Greg answered, politely. "You look like a married couple, by the way!" he added.

"Fuck you, Butler Greg! I couldn't even imagine my life, married to this－" Helen glances at Alexander, "married to this inferior asshole creature like I can't fucking imagine my life with him!" she bragged.

Alexander's head warmed slightly and his forehead furrowed even more. He nearly hit her in the face but Greg, his butler stops him from doing that.

"You can't hurt a woman, Senor." Greg blurted out, seriously. "If you try to hit her, you're no different from your father. Remember what your mother always teaches you－don't ever lay a finger on a woman's face."

Alexander's lips were trembling, his forehead knitted and his hands crumpled because of what his butler said to him.

"Don't fucking mind my business, Greg. And don't ever fucking mention my mother in here. She's not my mother anymore!" a cold and baritone voice echoed in the car.

"I'm just stopping you, Senor. I don't want your hands to get hurt with her face..." he was referring to Helen.

Helen knitted her forehead and smiled secretly. So, he doesn't have a mother and he hates her? Is this why he began to get cold and aloof?

Another piece of information again about him. She thought in mind.

The car stopped and she glanced out the window. They stopped in front of the mall and she was amazed when she got out of the car. She roamed around her eyes and darted to someone she knows－her a partner in crime.

She just rolled her eyes and pretended that she didn't see her friend. She knew that her clothes were not comfortable and she knew also that her boss was behind her. Helen could feel his intense and cold stare of Alexander, she stopped and looked at him.

"I can feel your cold stares, Mr. Adamos and I don't like it, so stop ogling at my back." she faked a smile and turn her back on him.

Helen was startled when a hand wrapped on her waist, pinching it. She also felt the hot breath of Alexander on her neck. He was behind him, everyone is looking in their direction and she couldn't stand it.

"Let go, Sir Adamos. I fucking hate attention, most especially those judgemental looks of the people around." she coldly muttered.

Alexander didn't listen, didn't even let her waist go. She crumpled her fist because of annoyance but replaced it with anger when his lips licked her skin.

Damn it, Alexander! She cursed. They were in a public place yet Alexander was enjoying the crowd's presence. She looked down and felt her cheek redden.

"Aware that we're in a public place, right?" she murmured, sarcastically.

Alexander caressed her waist while walking. "Keep walking, woman. I want to fucking kill someone right now," he blurted out, seriously. "They're fucking eye-raping you and I don't share, woman. I don't fucking share my sexy maid," he added.

Helen sighed, deeply. She did nothing and she could no longer howl when they entered a boutique and he drag her into a woman's clothing. Alexander sits on a single chair and watches Helen changes her clothes.

"What? Are you going to watch me?" Helen plastered a cold expression. "I can't change my clothes while you're watching..."

Alexander massages his temple because of frustration. "Nothing should be seen in your body. Just change your clothes because I don't want those fucking men staring at your soul." he coldly, answered.

She tilted her head to the side of the fitting room. A bright idea popped in her head and looked at Alexander intently. "Are you affected when someone is staring at my body, Sir?" she asks, huskily, biting her lower lip.

Alexander breathes, heavily. "I don't. I am just the only one who could stare at your body..." he paused, swallowing a lump in his throat when she saw her biting her lower lip even more. "I don't share... my sexy maid," he added, holding her chin.

Their faces were inches closer to each other. Helen was playing a trick on him again. She wants him annoyed and pissed as a retaliator for dragging her without her consent.

This does not make sense! She said in her mind. Damn him, he's fucking annoying! Who would be comfortable with him? No one!

"Are you comfortable with me, Sir?" she asks, sweetly, flashing her devilish smile at him.

Alexander chuckled. "I'm not. Stop playing tricks on me, I won't give in on that."

Helen laughs, folding her arms over her chest. "Ah, that's why all of a sudden, you're frustrated and annoyed?" she asks with irritation in her voice. "I am always annoyed by your face, your voice, and most especially your presence. And all I wanted to do in your mansion is stay in my room so I can't see your annoying face."

"Oh, am I that handsome for you to get annoyed and irritated?" Alexander playfully questioned her.

Helen raised a brow at him. "You mean, a loser without a mother? You're handsome but your personality and attitude don't suit you well." She answered, sarcastically. "Is that the definition of handsome now?"

Alexander's jaw clenched at her sarcasm. This woman is so fucking annoying and not even afraid of me, huh. He thought in mind.

Alexander pulled her waist closer to him and gulped. He slowly turned her back and face the mirror, staring at her darkly. It looks like, Alexander was hugging her from behind.

Helen closed her eyes and open them again as she felt the intense look in Alexander's eyes. It looks like he's the one playing the trick she started now.

"Move your ass, Alexander. It's not fucking funny." Calm yet cold, she uttered.

Alexander became serious. "Are you affected by my presence, my sexy maid?"

Helen rolled her eyes at him. "Why would I? Oh wait, do you like me, Mr. Adamos?" She asks, chuckling. She flashes her sarcastic smile when Alexander didn't even dare to answer her question.

He was stilled then sighed, deeply. What he felt for Helen was not even deep and it was nothing. It's fucking impossible that I am affected by her presence, damn it! He thought in mind.

He admitted the woman was beautiful but he was not affected by her body. Nothing compared to those bitches around there. He's just messing up with Thea－the name he exactly knows about her.

"I don't," He answered. "Like? Is it even possible to like a maid like you?" He whispered in her ear, sarcastically.

"So, you tasted me, finger-fuck me... is that what you call you're not affected with my body?"

Alexander pulled her waist, closer to his hard-on and grind his body. He looked at Helen whose eyes were closed and he cursed inside of his head. Fuck it, woman! Why are you so fucking sexy?!

He has a fucking boner already and Alexander felt his wetness and his buddy getting bigger and bigger like he wanted to pump her now.

"Now that I've fucking tasted and marked your whole body, you'll obey me on the bed," Alexander said, coldly. "Protest and you'll be fucking whipped," he added.

Helen deeply sighed. She was a maid but she looks like a slut. This is her work, she needs to finish her mission or else something might come, unexpectedly and she's afraid of it－falling in love.