Chapter 3

My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to see none other than Derrick Stonewood himself standing before me.

I froze.

I couldn't move if I wanted to.

My breath got caught sharply in my throat.

Here he was, the man whose empire everyone admires is standing before me... Inches away.

We were so close to the extent that if we both made one wrong move, we would be pressed together tightly.

I was literally just right in front of him.

Derrick arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my sudden presence.

I stammered, trying to find the right words. "I...I'm sorry, sir"

Derrick Stonewood stood tall before me. He was even bigger in real life than he was in his pictures. He was about two times my size. He could practically crush me if he wanted to.

I had to raise my head just to look into his eyes. His presence was commanding and magnetic.

I know I had just met him but I could tell quite some things about him just from his looks.

His tall frame exuded confidence. He was devilishly handsome and from the looks of things, he knew it.

With a chiseled jawline that could probably slice paper, he had a face that was a masterpiece of masculinity

His piercing blue eyes held a depth that seemed to draw me in. His eyes reminded me of the ocean. I had never seen anything like it up close.

His dark tousled hair added an element of ruggedness to his overall appearance.

For some reason, I had the sudden urge to stand on my tip toes and run my hands through it.

It looked so luscious. It would probably be soft under my fingers.

As I stood next to him, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and nervousness.

He looked even more handsome than he did on social media or in the magazines. I know the whole female population would kill to stand in front of him.

He looked at me with curiosity and another emotion I couldn't quite decipher. The intensity of his gaze made my heart race.

A flurry of butterflies danced in my stomach. His proximity to me made me feel hot all over.

The fact that we were so close to each other made it impossible to ignore the magnetic pull I felt to him.

Every fiber of my being was acutely aware of his presence. Every single hair on my body stood at attention.

The way his tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders heightened the attraction I felt. Even from his suit jacket, I could see the fabric grip his muscles.

I could imagine those firm hands pulling me closer to him by my waist. He would hold me down firmly without even trying. He seemed that strong. It was as if he possessed a magnetism that was impossible to resist.

His captivating aura was impossible to ignore. I was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

In his presence, I felt a mix of emotions. Attraction swirled towards me.

It made me yearn for more and I had just met him

.

As I looked at him, the world around us seemed to fade into the background. It was just him and me, caught in a moment of undeniable connection.

Who is this man?

Wait, I know who he is already so that's not the right question.

Why does he make me feel this things?

I feel as if something has awoken inside me. I don't know what it is but I feel it.

Why do I feel this way?

I've never been this drawn to a man before.

The intensity of his gaze alone could make me melt on the spot.

I felt nervous and excited at the same time. Something inside me wants me to be the object of his attention.

He arched his eyebrow in confusion "Who are you?"

Dear Lord...

His voice was deep and hoarse at the same time.

It's the kind of voice you'd wish to hear when you wake up in the morning.

Just hearing him talk sent shivers down my spine.

I can imagine that voice whispering things in my ear... Dirty things... Telling me what he wants to do to me.

I could feel my core get hot at the thought.

What is wrong with me?

Why am I having these thoughts?

As he spoke, my eyes landed on his lips.

He had the most luscious looking lips I had ever seen.

I bet they taste just as good as they look.

I wish I could...

"Do you by any chance speak English?" he spoke.

I gulped.

He had an aura of power.

He seemed like the kind of man that people bow to his every command just at the sound of his voice. Even I felt that way and I just met him.

"My-My name is Joan, sir"

"And? What are you doing here... Joan?"

I want him to say my name again.

From his lips, my name feels like it was made for him to say it

"I'm here for an interview, sir"

He scrunched his beautiful face in confusion "Interview? What interview?"

"For a maid position"

"A maid? You know what, I don't care. Next time, Joan, watch where you're going"

Before I could open my mouth to say another word, he walked past me.

His perfume scent lingered in the air.

As he walked past, I had the urge to pull him back and sniff him in. He smelled that good.

There's no doubt that the cost of his perfume could probably pay my mother's medical bills.

I made my way to the bathroom.

As soon as I got there, I shut the door behind me and leaned on it.

I was breathing heavily. I have no idea why I was out of breath.

I felt hot all over which is weird because the mansion is air conditioned all over.

I let out a deep breath.

The events of today seem so surreal.

I just met Derrick fucking Stonewood.

I wouldn't have believed this day would come... Not even in a million years.

As I stood there, my phone buzzed indicating I had a message. I opened it to check what it was.

It read: Hello, miss Joan. You've been hired for the position. You can start tomorrow.