Your house,His bed Our Man

Prologue

“Oooh… yes… please don’t stop,” Hazel gasped, her fingers gripping him as if he were the only thing holding her together.

His breath was hot against her ear, uneven, desperate. “You like that?” Derick murmured, his voice low, rough with need. “Tell me you like it.”

She couldn’t find the words. Her body answered for her the arch of her back, the way she clung to him, the way she forgot, for a few reckless seconds, who he was supposed to be.

Sweat rolled from his forehead onto her bare skin, the heat of him consuming her, surrounding her. She stared into his eyes, searching for hesitation, for guilt or anything that would stop this.

There was nothing but only physical hunger.

His movements grew more urgent, more intense, and she felt herself slipping, losing control, losing reason. Her breath hitched, her heart racing faster and faster as the edge drew closer.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, though he never looked away.

But she couldn’t stop. She wanted to remember this moment and to remember him.

The tension snapped inside her, her cry filling the room as everything shattered at once. He followed seconds later, his voice breaking as he collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest.

For a moment, there was only silence ,only their breathing and the illusion that this was something real.

His hand rested on her back, tracing slow, absent circles, and she let herself pretend. Pretend she belonged there. Pretend this wasn’t wrong.

Then reality returned like ice in her veins.This wasn’t just any man but her boss.

Chapter One

The Gonzales mansion was bigger than I imagined it to be.It was enormous,a sprawling testament to wealth that made my chest tighten with envy.I stood at the gate feeling small and out of place.

A crisp female voice crackled through the intercom. “Who is it?”

“It’s Hazel, ma’am. The new maid.”

The gate buzzed and swung open smoothly. I adjusted my uniform one last time, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.I had no other choice but to be here.

A woman in her late thirties greeted me at the grand entrance. She was strikingly beautiful with elegant features, flawless skin, and she smelled of wealth. She introduced herself as Alora, the lady of the house.

“How old are you, Hazel?” she asked, offering me a cup of coffee with a warm but measured smile.

“Twenty-four, ma’am.”

For her age, she was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

“Oh, please, darling. Call me Alora. There’s no need for formalities here.”

I managed a small nod. “Okay… Alora.” As a poor girl who had grown up with nothing, I couldn’t help feeling nervous in front of someone like her.

“There won’t be much for you to do most days,” she continued. “I’m rarely home. I’ll leave you in the care of my husband, Derick. He’s quite particular, so it’s best to do things exactly as he likes them.”

Her voice was smooth and elegant, like everything else about her.

“Yes, ma’am…I mean, Alora.”

She gave a soft laugh and picked up her phone. “Let me call him down.”

A few moments later, heavy footsteps descended the grand staircase. Derick Gonzales appeared, tall and commanding. His tailored white shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, and his dark hair was neatly styled with a hint of silver at the temples. He carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who owned everything in sight.

My breath caught for a second. God, he’s handsome. The thought came unbidden, and I quickly looked down at my shoes.

“Derick, this is Hazel,” Alora said warmly. “Our new maid. It’s her first day, so I’ll stay and train her myself before I head out later.”

Derick’s dark eyes met mine, scanning me slowly. “Welcome, Hazel,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

Alora turned to me with a kind smile. “Come, I’ll show you where everything is. Today you’ll start with the main living area and the glass surfaces. Dust carefully,the crystal and antiques are expensive. After that, we’ll move to the hallway and the powder room. I’ll walk you through exactly how Derick likes things done.”

“Yes, Alora. Thank you,” I replied softly.

She was so patient as she guided me, showing me where the cleaning supplies were kept and demonstrating the proper way to polish the marble island and tall display shelves. Throughout it all, I found my eyes drifting toward Derick.

He had settled at the large marble island with his laptop, sleeves rolled up to expose strong forearms. Every time I stretched to reach the higher shelves or bent to wipe the lower cabinets, my gaze stole back to him…the sharp line of his jaw, the way his shirt fit his broad back, the quiet confidence in his movements.

Heat rose in my cheeks. What would it feel like if those hands..

I stopped the thought cold, shame washing over me. Alora had been nothing but sweet and kind to me from the moment I arrived. She offered me coffee, told me to call her by her first name, and was now patiently training me herself instead of leaving me to figure things out alone. Fantasizing about her husband while she stood just a few feet away was wrong. It was disloyal.

I forced my eyes back to the glass vase in my hands and polished it with extra care, determined to focus on the work.

But even as I tried, my traitorous gaze flicked toward Derick one more time.

Alora moved gracefully beside me, demonstrating how to properly polish the crystal vases. “Like this, Hazel. Gentle circles,Derick hates streaks.” Her voice was kind, patient, and it only made the guilt twist harder in my chest.

I nodded, repeating her motions while my eyes kept betraying me.The dirty thoughts kept flooding in my mind as i saw the way his fingers moved while typing on his laptop.

Fuck, he’s hot. The thought hit me like heat between my thighs. I imagined those big hands grabbing my waist, pinning me against the counter, that low voice growling my name while he did the most unthinkable things to me.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. No. Stop.This is someone’s husband and my boss and it's just been a few minutes since I came here and I am already lusting after a man that is supposed to sign my paycheck.

But the ache was already building.

“Stretch a little higher on the top shelf, dear,” Alora said, placing a hand lightly on my lower back to guide me. The motion made my uniform ride up my thighs. I reached up on my toes, back arching, and felt the cool air kiss the skin just under my short skirt.

I stole another glance.

Derick wasn’t looking at his screen anymore. His dark eyes were locked on me,specifically on the curve of my ass and the way my breasts pressed against the tight uniform as I stretched. His gaze was hungry, unapologetic. When our eyes met, the corner of his mouth lifted in a slow, dangerous smirk.

Heat flooded my core. My nipples hardened against the fabric.

Alora’s phone rang. She checked it and sighed. “I need to take this outside quickly. Keep going, Hazel. I’ll be right back.” She stepped out onto the terrace, leaving me alone with him.

The second the door clicked shut, Derick rose from his stool and slowly walked toward me

He stopped just behind me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His deep voice brushed against my ear.

“You’re trembling, Hazel.”

His large hand brushed lightly over my hip,barely a touch, but enough to make my breath hitch and my pussy clench with sudden, shameful need.

“I…” I started, but the words died as his fingers trailed lower, teasing the hem of my uniform.

Alora’s voice drifted faintly from outside.

Derick leaned in closer, lips ghosting my neck. “Better finish dusting before she comes back… or I might bend you over this counter right now.”