Chapter 5
Author's pov
Nina, the head maid, arrived at the bustling kitchen early the next morning, a clipboard clutched in her hands. The aroma of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee filled the air as the kitchen staff prepared for the day ahead.
Mia, nervously approached Nina as she scanned through the new schedule posted on the wall. Her eyes widened when she saw her name assigned to a different role.
"Nina, what's this? I've been transferred to be the personal maid of Adrian Sinclair?" Mia asked, her voice shaky with concern.
Nina, a stern yet fair woman with graying hair pulled into a tight bun, sighed. "It's a decision from above, Mia. Mr. Sinclair never wanted a personal maid but don't let him shout at you, Mia."
Mia's heart sank, and she stammered, "But, Nina, I can't handle such a responsibility. I've always worked well with the general tasks, and now being the personal maid to the young master? I don't know if I can do it."
Nina looked at Mia sympathetically. "I understand your apprehension, Mia, but it's not within my power to change the decisions made by the higher-ups."
Fear etched across Mia's face as she pleaded, "Please, Nina, there must be something you can do. Can't you talk to them or request a change? I'm not equipped for such a role."
Nina shook her head, her expression unwavering. "I've been with this family for years, Mia, and there are certain matters beyond my influence. Young master personal maid is a position of trust, and I believe you have the qualities a personal maid has. "
Mia, feeling desperate, continued to plead, "I'll work twice as hard in any other position. Please, don't let them do this to me."
Nina patted Mia's shoulder reassuringly but stood firm. "I sympathize, Mia, but my hands are tied. The decision has been made, and you'll need to adapt. Maybe it won't be as bad as you fear."
Mia, resigned to her fate, nodded. "I'll do my best, Nina. I just hope I don't disappoint."
As Nina walked away, Mia's eyes welled with tears, the weight of her new responsibility sinking in. The kitchen buzzed with activity around her, but Mia felt a profound sense of uncertainty about the challenges that lay ahead as Adrian Sinclair's personal maid.
In the opulent dining room, Mia had meticulously arranged an exquisite feast. The young master, with a stern expression, gestured for everyone to leave, leaving Mia alone with him. As the room cleared, the atmosphere became tense.
"Mia, stay." the young master ordered coldly.
"Yes, Young Master," Mia replied in a shivering tone.
The young master's icy gaze held a mysterious intensity as he approached the table.
"You will serve the dinner ." asked the young master looking at Mia in a shivering state with a mocking look.
"O-of course, Young Master." Mia trembled.
As Mia began serving the dishes, her hands shook with fear. The silence in the room was broken only by the clinking of utensils, creating an uneasy ambiance.
"You seem nervous, Mia. Is there a reason?" the young master said straight.
"I-I apologize if I've done something wrong, Young Master. I didn't mean to—" Mia stammered.
"It's not about apologies. I find your fear amusing." interrupted the young master.
"I-I don't understand, Young Master," Mia replied her fear intensifying.
"Fear can be a powerful thing, Mia. It keeps people in line," he smirked.
As the dinner continued, Mia's anxiety heightened, unsure of the young master's intentions and the reason behind his cold demeanor.
As the young master finished his dinner, he pulled out his gun and started running his fingers on its top making Moa widen her eyes.
“come here "Mr Sinclair ordered in his husky voice.
Mia was so lost in the gun that she didn't hear the voice and stayed numb.
“i. Said. Come. Here" this time he asked in a loud voice keeping his anger in check.
She started moving slowly, tightly foisting her dress in her fists. She moved towards him in slow fearful steps. Her head was low, looking at the shiny floor, there was only the duo.
“ look at me when I am speaking little one". He rasped out making her shiver with his voice.
“Please... I.. I am so.. Sorry. If I did something wrong " Mia pleaded unaware of her mistake. She was stuttering when he pulled her and she landed on his lap.
“si.. Sir please" she said trying to pull away from his lap when he tightened his grip and put the gun on her chin.
“Please... Don't kill me sir" Mia said looking at the gun on her chin but Adrian pulled her chin up with the gun.
“why will I kill you little one? " he asked while looking at her innocent face intensely.
“you... You are not killing me?" she said uncertainly.
“no" With that he dipped his face in the crook of her neck and started kissing her there.
Mia trembled in his hold, while he seemed unbothered.
“Why do you always cry in front of me, little one? "he asked while wiping the tears away from her face by using his gun. She was trembling in fear.
She bit her lips hard to control her tears which were flowing unconsciously.
He was looking at her while she was looking at her lap when he ordered “You can go now. " with that he loosened his grip which gave her a chance to escape his den.
The mafia lord smirked looking at his little one running away from his hold while he rubbed his finger on his chin, which made him look more sexy and handsome.
“ you look cute when you run little one". Adrian chuckled with himself looking at her little white feet.
Adrian moved towards his room after dinner and went inside the bathroom for a cold shower. He stood under the shower and closed his eyes.
He put his hands on his dick and started stroking it while imagining it to be mia small little and soft hands while she was looking at him through her innocent eyes making him lose his control and he fastened the speed of his hand.
He started moaning and shooting his seed in the shower and then cleaned his body.
“FUCK"... he cursed and left the bathroom.