Agatha’s POV
It’s been two weeks since I signed the contract with Brett.
During those two weeks, Brett told me everything I needed about Lanceil Grim. He taught me Lanceil’s ideal type, favorite food, hobbies, and weaknesses.
I know that Brett was telling me all of those so that I could do well with my mission. However, it made me so annoyed that after he checked my virginity with his f*cking hand, he pretended nothing happened.
‘What a bastard.’
Even so, there was a huge change in my body after I experienced my first cum. Honestly, it was thrilling, and felt like my body was flowing.
‘I am crazy. I shouldn’t think about that anymore!’
I shook my head and tried to focus on what was before me. And in front of me, there was a door. Yes. A door.
It was then I remembered that I was standing in front of Mr. Lanceil’s condominium.
Today, I am going to meet my target. He is the only way for me to escape from the slave contract.
‘Focus Agatha. Remember the reason why you came here.’
I forged a cough before I pressed the doorbell of the condominium.
Ding dong~ Ding dong~
With my heart beating so fast, I waited.
A minute passed, but no one answered. I raised my hand and was about to press the doorbell again. However, the door suddenly opened, and I froze in my spot.
Mr. Lanceil, a 29-year-old man, stood before me.
I saw his face through the pictures that Brett showed me. However, the pictures didn’t give justice to Mr. Lanceil’s handsome face.
"You are the one applying as my maid?" his husky voice resonated in my ears, deep as the Atlantic Ocean.
I found myself unable to speak while looking at this guy.
Lanceil has tanned skin. His eyes were distinct on both ends, but the outer parts pointed upward. He has plums under his eyes that protruded whenever he squinted, making his eyes look small. His nose bridge’s upper part is thin but widened at the lower leg, yet it’s pointed. And his lips... yeah, those lips which are crescent in both corners really remind me of a cat. His height settled in the middle of tall and short. I could say it's an average height. But what caught my interest the most was his Adam's apple. It moves sexily whenever he gulps.
‘Am I going to seduce a seductive man?’
“What is this staring contest for?”
His voice snapped me out.
“Ahhh. Hi. Yeah. Hello, Sir. I am Agatha Haley. The new maid.”
Agatha Haley.
Brett changed my surname to hide my real identity from Lanceil.
“Come in,” Lanceil said as he left the door open and walked inside.
I breathed out as I came inside and closed the door behind me. As soon as I walked in, I smelled the minty scent around the huge condominium.
I followed him on the way to the living room as I looked around.
The place was a little bit messy. Now I could understand why he needed a maid.
Mr. Lanceil sat on the solo couch and pointed at the long sofa.
“Have a seat.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I sat on the sofa and nervously met my boss’s gaze.
“So, how old are you?”
“25, Sir.”
An accusatory frown marred his forehead.
‘Damn. Even when he frowned, he looked so handsome.’
I didn’t know that I was this weak to handsome men.
‘Did I become blind for a long time because I dated Mikhail before?’
“You are so young,” Lanceil complained.
Young?
We’re only four years apart!
“I don’t think I can hire you for this job,” he said, which made my eyes wide open. “I thought the maid who will work here is 40 years old and above. But you are young and…”
He observed me from head to toe. Suddenly, he turned his head away and forged a cough.
“Ahem. I mean, you’re not qualified for this work,” he said without looking into my eyes. “I will pay you as compensation. So, please get out.”
He stood up and walked.
‘No way. I can’t let this happen. I have to get this job!’
“Sir!”
Thud!
Lanceil looked back at me and opened his eyes when he saw me kneeling on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
“I need this job. Please, give me a chance.”
“No,” he coldly rejected me. “Get up, and please just go.”
“Sir!” I shouted and bowed my head.
‘What should I say? How can I convince him to accept me?’
“I am an orphan! I have no place to go. And I really need money to prepare for my bar exam. Please, please. If you would not accept me, I might live in the street as a beggar!”
Lanceil didn’t reply.
I was looking down, so I didn’t know his expression.
‘Did he buy it?’
“My maid needs to live in this condominium,” he said.
I lifted my head and looked at him.
“10 pm is the curfew hour. You have to cook three meals a day. Make sure the house is clean on 8/7. You cannot take him inside my house if you have a boyfriend. Is that clear?”
He agreed.
He accepted me!
I’m hired!
“Yes! Yes, Sir! I understand everything! Thank you!”
“Good. Your room is there,” he said, pointing to the door at the corner.
“That is noted, Sir.”
“What is your name again?”
“Agatha. Agatha Hale.”
“Got it. Miss Agatha, aside from the rules I mentioned before, there’s one more. And this is very important.”
“Okay, Sir. What is it?”
“DON’T TOUCH ME.”
“…”
“You’re not allowed to touch me and enter my room while I am here.”
Kneeling on the floor, I couldn’t answer his question right away.
Skin-ship was the best seduction. But he drew the line from the beginning.
“If you went against the rule,” he uttered as he looked at me with eyes that could devour my entire being. “I’ll kick you out of here. Understood?”
I slowly nodded my head.
“Now, stand up. You need to clean the floor with a mop, not your knees. I am going to take a bath and go to work. Make sure everything is sparkling clean when I get back home.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
Lanceil turned around and went inside his room.
“Hah,” I scoffed.
His pretty face isn’t the problem. It was his attitude.
“I think Brett scammed me.”
Saying that I can only break the contract if I seduce Lanceil is like saying that I should stay as his slave forever.
IT IS A MISSION IMPOSSIBLE.