Chapter 2

The first day I arrived, Dominic was sitting on the couch, his gaze direct and burning, like he wanted to devour me whole.

Gorgeous features, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—easily over six feet tall.

While I discussed work details with the butler, he just sat there watching me.

Completely unabashed.

When I was about to leave, he suddenly stood up and walked past me, his arm brushing against my chest—seemingly accidentally, but definitely on purpose.

The warmth of his arm made my body shudder. I felt my legs go so weak I could barely walk.

I could feel myself getting wet.

My body has always been sensitive. Even though I'm thirty, my skin is fair and firm, like someone in their twenties.

Because of that sensitivity, the warmth of his arm completely undid me.

I could only pretend to stay composed as I left, but the flush spreading across my face had already betrayed me.

I heard him chuckle behind me, his voice deep and melodious, like a cello. I felt my heart tremble.

I practically fled.

This entire month, I've seen him every day. Makes sense—it's summer break right now.

A 20-year-old college guy, working out daily, testosterone practically radiating off him.

Every time I clean the gym floor, he's always there exercising. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see sweat trickling down his eight-pack abs.

Eventually disappearing below, where his V-line shows bulging veins.

I can feel my breathing getting rapid, my body heating up.

I have to quickly redirect my attention and leave the area.

I don't notice that when I leave, Dominic keeps staring at me.

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I can sense it, more or less—Dominic is testing me.

Constantly radiating his masculine energy, deliberately tempting me.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't affected. I've been married to my husband for five years.

We've never once had sex. Because he's impotent.

My body is sensitive, so he can only satisfy me with toys.

But it always leaves me feeling empty and lonely.

I agreed to marry him because we've known each other since childhood.

He's been good to me. When my family went bankrupt, he was the only one willing to help.

He proposed, and I said yes.

Even without sex, I was willing.

I decide I need to request a few days off to cool down and clear my head.

When I mention it to the butler, he says he needs to check with the young master first before giving me an answer.

Two minutes later, Dominic appears. "Melody, you're the only housekeeper here right now. If you take a week off, there'll be no one to handle everything."

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't want to, but my mother-in-law is seriously ill in the hospital, and we haven't found a care worker yet. I'll find someone as quickly as possible."

I sit nervously on the couch, not daring to look directly at Dominic.

"I'll give you three days. Three days, and if you're not back, you don't need to come back at all."

Hearing this, tears immediately well up in my eyes. I really, desperately need this job.

"Please, sir, don't fire me. I really need this job."

I look at him with tear-filled eyes, helpless and vulnerable, hoping to gain even a shred of his sympathy.

His attitude softens slightly. "Four days maximum. If you're not back in four days, take your pay and leave."

I answer meekly, "I understand."