All Chapters of By Day, His Maid. By Night, His Mistress.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moment I stepped out of the study, cold sweat drenched my back.My uniform clung to my skin.I ducked into the storage closet next door, locked the door, and finally let myself gasp for air.My phone was already flooded with dozens of messages from yet another new account.[Mistress, please don't leave me.][What did your puppy do wrong? Your puppy can change.][Mistress, please give your puppy another chance.]This guy, the one I had blocked seventeen times and who kept wagging his tail right back, was the man I had been dating online for two years.Two years ago, my father was planning to sponsor a school for troubled teens and brought me along for a site visit.A handful of teenage boys had flipped over desks and cornered the young teacher against the wall.My temper flared.I snatched the pointer from the podium and sat down, my long legs sheathed in black stockings. With crimson-painted nails, I tapped the pointer impatiently."All of you. Against the wall. Stand up straight."

I worked straight through until eleven thirty that night.Only then did I send the completed inventory to Mr. Reed.I closed the laptop. The cellar was deserted.I braced myself on the table and stood up, and a familiar wave of heat rushed through my body.My lower belly tightened, and every breath felt hot.Even the friction of my uniform against my skin felt sharper than it should.Mm...Counting the days, I was probably ovulating right around now.My body clamored for release. It had been far too long since I'd gotten on a call with my puppy.I squeezed my thighs together and sank back into the chair.I scanned the cellar one more time. Nobody.I fished out my earbuds.I had an adults-only ASMR recording on my phone that my puppy had made especially for me.During those hard-to-bear stretches each month, I would put in my earbuds and order him to soothe me.Before, listening to it had only ever made me appreciate how good my puppy sounded.Now I knew full well that the man in my ear

I wanted to tell him that, actually, I also...But I was scared.In those few seconds of hesitation, footsteps sounded from inside the bedroom, moving toward the door.I went rigid.Cassian was about to open the door!I spun around with my phone and ran.Barefoot, I sprinted back to the maid's room, threw the lock, and buried myself under the covers.On the chat screen, his message still sat there quietly.[Can we meet in person?]I agonized for ten minutes, then sent a single line: [It's not entirely out of the question.]The other side went silent for a moment.[Mistress, what if the real me isn't some harmless puppy?][I have gunshot scars on my body. I carry weapons.][I've also done things that can never come to light.][Would that bother you?]I stared at the screen, my heartbeat quickening.Of course I knew what he was telling me.He was Cassian Vitale, the Don of the East Coast, a man who could decide with one word whether someone lived to see morning.But I could only pretend

I finished the cannoli.I locked myself in the bathroom and emptied an entire bottle of Limpwood perfume onto my uniform, my hair, and every inch of exposed skin.Ha. I'd spray it if I wanted to!He wasn't my puppy anymore!Didn't he say he was severely allergic to this perfume?Maybe it would choke him to death!I dragged myself toward the convoy in the front courtyard, furiously typing as I walked, trying to appeal to this killer's last shred of conscience.[Puppy, I can't meet you tonight.][The tyrant at the estate suddenly lost his mind.][I can't get out. Be good on your own.][I hope that I get to meet you before I die.]The messages had barely gone through.Three steps ahead, Cassian pulled out his phone and glanced at it.Then, ever so slightly, one corner of his mouth lifted.And he looked back. Straight at me.My steps faltered.Why was he looking at me?Could he track where the messages came from??Impossible.Cassian was probably just checking if any maids had fallen behin

Halfway through the meal, heat flooded my body.Oh... I forgot. Alcohol always made my body hypersensitive.Being a wine connoisseur didn't mean I could hold my liquor.After all those delicious bites, my cheeks were already burning.I yanked at my uniform collar in irritation and squinted around the table, searching for water.Nothing.I'd finished the lemon soda ages ago.Instinctively, I turned to look at Cassian beside me.He hadn't touched much of the food since it arrived.He didn't seem to be doing too well either.A flush showed through his skin, reaching even the side of his neck.I knew why.Served him right.That was what he got for insisting on sitting next to me.My gaze fell on the glass near his hand.Clear liquid.Ice cubes.Water!While his eyes were closed and he was massaging the bridge of his nose, I snatched the glass and gulped down most of it.The next second, my eyes flew wide open.I erupted into a coughing fit!A hand shot over immediately and took the glass a