His Breastfeeding Maid

First Mistake

I wake before the sun rises and quickly get on my feet. The last thing I want right now is for the man to think I am lazy and kick me out. Since he did not tell me his name, I figured he wanted me to call him Sir.

Formally.

I am glad the guest room I was given has a restroom inside. I wouldn't want to make noise to disturb my new employer or wake him up if he is still not awake. I needed as much privacy as possible if I was going to be pumping every day.

The truth was, now that I left the Evan's Mansion, I didn't have to take the pills anymore. Pumping and wearing about dampening my clothes is a hassle, but... There's just something about the release of pumping that just makes me feel so... good.

It's addicting. And I know I shouldn't, especially because I have no baby to feed anymore, but I can't help it.

I strip out of the uniform I was wearing yesterday and hop in the shower. I'll figure out Sir's schedule and do my laundry when it's most appropriate.

I had a spare uniform in my bag. The other one that Mrs. Laurel had gifted me on my eighteenth birthday. I would wear that one for today.

I reluctantly step out of the warm water and get started with my day. I wouldn't want Sir's breakfast to be cold, so I'll start making it when I hear any noise come from his room.

In the meantime, I entertain myself by dusting and polishing the decor around the living room. I can't help but notice there are no pictures or personal belongings around. Sure, there is room decor, but nothing personal.

The Evans mansion was full of photographs and personal antiques. I once dropped an old egg that belonged to Lady Maurie's great-grandfather and cracked it.

I had a panic attack right then and there. I sobbed and tried my best to properly apologize to Lady Maurie, but she was so kind and told me to pay it no mind. She didn't even deduct the damage from my paycheck.

If she did, I probably wouldn't have ever seen a paycheck again in my life. Not that I would've minded. That egg was worth a fortune.

I hear the sound of footsteps at a distance and hurriedly rush to the kitchen. I don't turn on any lights since the light that comes from the living room windows is enough to light up the entire place.

Once I'm done with the eggs, sausage, and toast, I worry Sir will decide to sleep for longer, and his food will get cold.

I'm relieved when I hear the door open and close and then the sound of his footsteps approaching.

As per his instructions to not speak to him, I quickly set his food on the kitchen counter and nodded politely when he entered the kitchen.

"Good morning." His voice is raspy as he speaks.

I only nod back politely.

He grunts as he takes a seat on the counter and begins to eat in silence. His coffee machine looks as if it is used often, and there is no sugar placed around, so I pour him some black coffee into a mug and nervously place it beside his plate of food. He stares at my shaky hand with a raised brow but doesn't say anything.

I make myself useful around the kitchen, cleaning and organizing the pantry while Sir eats, close enough just in case he wants something of me.

I can feel his eyes on me the whole time while he eats.

I fear he is judging me for the way I clean, so I begin to clean faster and with more precision. I get lost in my head as I try to clean the hard dirt under the sink, and the sudden sound of Sir clearing his throat startles me.