All Chapters of The Billionaire's Maid : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

>> “It’s just a job, Jasmin. You’ll survive,” Sara giggled, clearly amused by the horror-stricken expression on my face. “It can’t be that bad… can it?” “Maybe you’re right,” I groaned, burying my head into my pillow. “You were so excited when you first got this job, even knowing who your boss was. So, what changed?” “That was before I found out I was working for Jason Knight all this time!” I moaned, my voice muffled by the pillow. “As a maid! At his freaking mansion! How terrifying is that?” Sara gave me a mischievous smirk. “Penthouse,” she corrected with a chuckle. “Mansion, penthouse—whatever the hell they call it. It was great when I was just cleaning an empty house with no one around to bother me. Now he wants to meet me in person, to discuss—God knows what!” I cried out dramatically, flailing my arms for effect. “Well, if you’re that scared and nervous, we could always switch places. I wouldn’t mind being maid to a hot billionaire.” I rolled my

JASMIN Oh God. Jason Knight was the most intense man I had ever met—and that’s saying a lot, considering the creeps I’ve had to dodge most of my life. But him? He was something else entirely. The moment our eyes locked, something inside me shifted. Those hazel eyes—smoldering, sharp, hungry—seemed to see right through me, peeling away the layers I’d fought so hard to protect. I stood there like an idiot, unable to answer half his questions. My mouth had dried up, my brain short-circuited, and all I could do was blink and gawk like a clueless girl seeing candy for the first time. Candy with broad shoulders, a sculpted jawline, and the kind of arrogant smirk that made your heart skip and your thighs clench. God help me, I wanted him. Even worse? I wanted him to want me too. He stood there in his perfectly tailored suit, hands casually tucked in his pockets like he ruled the world—and maybe he did. He was tall and commanding, his presence thick like smoke. And every look he gave me s

JASMIN“Was that your boyfriend?” Ryan asked softly, his voice low and steady, almost too gentle for the storm still raging inside me.We sat on the curb near the cracked edge of the parking lot, the streetlamps humming above us. Jack knelt a few feet away, pushing his little toy car over the uneven pavement, making engine noises with his lips, utterly unfazed that his scream had just saved me.I stared down at my trembling hands, at the faint smear of blood on my knuckles from scratching Max. My voice came out flat. “No. He’s not my boyfriend. And there’s no way I’d ever be involved with a bastard—”I cut myself off. Jack was right there. My throat tightened. “—a man like him,” I corrected, forcing the words.Ryan studied me for a beat, not pressing, not judging. Just waiting. The weight of his silence was heavier than a thousand questions.“I had him arrested once,” I admitted finally, staring at the asphalt. “Last year. He tried something similar.”Ryan’s brow furrowed. “Then how th

JASMIN  I pulled back a little, surprised that Jason had noticed my bruises. He was now inspecting my face where Max had slapped me when I tried to get away. Jason has been nothing but sweet to me. Despite mistakenly catching him naked in his closet, he had laughed it off and made me feel at ease.All the while, my dirty mind was thinking about all the ways his dick could pleasure me. I was so damn curious, wanting to run my hands around his shaft. His cock was huge! I've never seen anything like it before. Not that I have seen many. Only the ones I always end up catching with Lisa in my living room.Jason was all man and more. Last night I dreamt of him kissing and caressing me.Oh lord. Forgive me! This is my boss. I shouldn't be thinking such things about him.I look up at Jason who had a confused look on his face. He had asked me a question and I haven't replied because I was day dreaming about him."J

JASMIN  I walked out of class yawning in fatigue. I was so tired and hungry I wasn't able to get lunch today and it's taking it's toll on me.I walked down the stairs heading towards the packing lot, it was late and I forgot to call Dave before leaving the class. I checked my watch and saw how late it was. I shouldn't trouble the poor man. Maybe I should just get to the bus stop, and take a bus back. I could make it to the house in time before Jason's arrival and prepare dinner. I cringe at the thought of having to cook once I get home, I loved cooking but at this stage I was so tired. I reluctantly turned round ready to head to the bus stop, but stopped in my tracks when I see Jason leaning against is black Roll Royce with both hands in his pockets scowling at me. It's clear he hasn't gone home yet, since he's still wearing the same suit he was wearing this morning. He is the most handsome man I've ever seen, looking al