Diary 26: The Billionaire’s Maid
Chapter 119
Elena Carter kept her head down as she dusted the grand chandelier in the Blackwood estate’s dining hall. The mansion was too big, too extravagant-nothing like the small apartment she shared with her sick mother. But she wasn’t here to admire the luxury. She was here to work, to survive.
She had been a maid for a few months now, careful not to draw attention to herself. The other staff whispered about him-Damian Blackwood, the elusive billionaire who rarely stayed in the house. He was strict, cold, and impossible to please. Elena had never seen him up close, and she planned to keep it that way.
Tonight, the estate was quieter than usual. Most of the household staff had retired for the night, leaving her to finish cleaning the second-floor hallway alone. She adjusted her apron and carried the last set of clean linens toward Damian’s bedroom. The rules were simple: clean the rooms, do your job, don’t make noise, and most importantly-never enter his bedroom unless instructed.
But as she passed by, she noticed something. The door to his room was slightly open.
Her stomach twisted. Had someone forgotten to close it?
She hesitated, torn between following the rules and making sure everything was in place. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside, just to adjust the curtains and tidy up the space. Five minutes. That’s all.
The room smelled like him-dark, musky cologne mixed with something richer, something dangerous. The bed was perfectly made, the books on the shelves aligned with precision. But as she turned to leave, her elbow knocked into the bedside table.
A glass tumbler crashed to the floor.
Elena froze.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Before she could react, a deep, controlled voice cut through the air.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Her breath hitched. She turned, heart pounding, and found herself face-to-face with Damian Blackwood.
He stood in the doorway, his towering frame blocking her only exit. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, veined forearms. But it was his eyes-sharp, unreadable, and locked onto her-that made her stomach twist with nerves.
“I-I was just cleaning,” she stammered, gripping the linens tighter.
His gaze flickered to the broken glass at her feet, then back to her. His jaw tightened.
“Did I give you permission to be in here?” His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the authority behind it.
Elena swallowed. “No, sir.”
The air felt heavier, charged. She didn’t dare move.
Damian took a slow step forward, his presence suffocating. “Then tell me, why are you in my bedroom?”
“I- I thought the door was left open by mistake.”
His expression didn’t change. He watched her for what felt like an eternity, it is was then she realized what compromising position she was in.
Her ass was lifted up, her upper body facing him and her boobs right in his view. She shifted her weight down, her dress riding up her thighs. His gaze dipped, his pupils dilating.
Elena felt a rush of heat, a dangerous mix of embarrassment and awareness. Her pulse raced, blood pounding against her temples.
“Are you done cleaning?” His voice was low, his eyes fixed on the curve of her ass.
“Yes,” she said hoarsely.
He stepped closer, the air charged with tension. “Then I suggest you leave.”
She nodded, but she couldn’t tear herself away from his gaze. She could see the outline of his cock against his pants, thick and hardening.
Her core pulsed, warm liquid coating her panties. What the hell was happening to her?
He cleared his throat, drawing her attention back up to his face. She stumbled backward, realizing with horror that she had been staring at his cock. The room seemed smaller, the air hotter.
She pushed past him, desperate to escape, but he caught her wrist before she could get far. His grip was firm, strong, sending a rush of heat through her body. Her pussy clenched.
“Look at me.”
Her heart pounded. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his.
His jaw flexed. “If you want to keep your job, you’ll make sure to follow the rules from now on. Are we clear?”
Elena nodded.
His thumb traced the pulse at her wrist. “You’re a smart girl, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
She watched his Adam’s apple bob, his pupils dilate, his body tense. Something was brewing behind his gaze, something that made her body thrum with awareness.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Well, I think we’re done here.”
Her skin prickled. There was no mistaking the heat between them, the way he looked at her. She thought of all the things she wanted to do to him, the way she wanted to taste him, feel him inside her.
With a gentle shove, he pushed her out the door.
Elena stumbled down the hall, her heart pounding. Her panties were soaked. Her entire body felt like it was on fire.
What had just happened? One minute she was cleaning, and the next, she was lusting after her boss.
She had to stop this before it started, before things got out of control. She needed this job to take care of her mother. She couldn’t let her desires jeopardize that.
But even as she told herself that, she knew it was too late.
He had already seen through her. He had already made her want him.
And now, there was no going back.
* * * *
Damien;
I woke up in my darkened bedroom to the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway.
It was 4:00 am. The household staff hadn’t started their work yet, and none of the other maids were awake.
I reached for my phone to call security, but I hesitated. The sound was light, stealthy. Whoever it was, they didn’t want to be seen.
Curiosity got the better of me. I slipped out of bed and followed the noise to the kitchen.
I found her bent over the counter, her ass lifted up. She was making pancakes, her long hair loose down her back. Her tight white shirt highlighted her toned shoulders, her small waist.
Fuck. Elena.
She had the body of a pinup model, curvy in all the right places. A wave of lust hit me, making my cock harden.
I remembered how she had looked last night-her dress riding up her thighs, her eyes wide, her nipples hard. I hadn’t expected her to look so fucking good.
She was off limits, though. A maid in my house. Forbidden.
I had to fire her. It was the right thing to do. But then I thought of her pretty face, her soft voice, and my resolve crumbled.
She gasped when she saw me. “Mr. Blackwood!”
I leaned against the door frame. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite.”
She blushed, and fuck, it was adorable. She fumbled with the pancake mix. “I-I was just making you breakfast, sir.”
“You’re up early.”
“It’s my routine, sir.” She added a scoop of butter to the pan and stirred. “It’s just a pancake. I’m sorry for intruding.”
“You didn’t intrude.” I walked over to her, running my hand over her ass. She gasped, her body freezing.
I cupped her pussy through her dress. She was so wet, so fucking wet.
“Mr. Blackwood-”
“I like having you in my kitchen,” I growled. “Do you want me to touch you?”