Domineering Billionaire’s Maid
I let out a soft chuckle upon listening to his words, then turn to him, keeping my expression serious.
“Okay, sir.” I give him a meek nod, and he approaches me.
“Alice, stop calling me sir.” He utters in a soft tone.
“Why, sir?” I asked, irking him.
“Because I don’t like it, and you aren’t my maid now.” He answers me in a stern tone.
“Then what should I call you, sir—” He palms my mouth as I call him ‘sir’ once more in jest.
As we become completely engrossed in the depths of each other’s eyes, he expresses his desire. “I want you to call me by my name.” He withdraws his hand from my mouth and orders me in a gentle tone, “Say my name, Alice.”
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