Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride
Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm.
Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent.
“You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned.
Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs.
“I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle.
“No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm again