His Breastfeeding Maid

Warning

I bite my fingernails anxiously as I wait for it to be seven so I can start preparing dinner. After I cleaned up the glass on the floor, I occupied myself by washing Sir's clothes and even washed my uniform as well.

After washing, I made lunch. I could tell Sir was impressed with the food I made, and I was relieved to hear his compliment.

My relief was cut short when he asked me if I had eaten. When I shook my head no, he immediately scolded me for it and ordered me to serve myself food. I asked if I could eat after he was done, and he hesitantly agreed.

I get anxious when people watch me eat. I couldn't help it.

After I'd eaten and washed Sir's plate, I had nothing else to do. I panicked when Sir walked into the kitchen an hour after and saw me furiously re-cleaning the counter.

"Why don't you go watch TV?" he had said. I immediately shook my head no.

"Look, you've already cleaned the house better in one day than my cleaning lady has in a month. Just go sit, and relax. There's nothing left to do but dinner."

And that is how I spent the following hours, crouched on the floor, pretending to watch TV while I anxiously bit my fingers and waited for the evening to come.

There was nothing on TV that caught my attention. I often liked to watch the TV channels the children at the Evans mansion would watch, but I couldn't find the channels here. So I left it in an action movie that had one too many explosive scenes for my liking.

I breathe out in relief when the clock's hand turns to the number seven and quickly stand to prepare dinner. I cooked Sir my specialty steak after seeing he had all the ingredients. Mr. Connor always asked me to make him this steak on weekends.

I boiled some veggies and sides as well.

"That looks good." I gasp and jump when I hear a voice behind me.

Sir looks down at me scoldingly, and I gulp, again embarrassed at making a fool out of myself.

"Serve yourself as well and join me at the table."

I gulp and shakily serve both plates. A nervous turmoil churns in my belly as I walk to the table and set the plates down. Sir already has a glass of alcohol which he sips as I move around the place.

I stall by heading back to the kitchen and taking my time getting a glass of water. I frown when I come back and realize Sir has been waiting for me.

He hadn't taken a bite of his food. He only stares at me expectantly with raised brows.

"Sit."

Immediately, I follow his command, and he sighs.

We eat in silence for a few minutes before he speaks again. "You know you don't have to wear that uniform, right? You can dress comfortably."

I look down at the piece of clothing I've worn for the last few years with a frown. He didn't like it. Sure it was old, but I managed to take great care of it throughout the years.

"It's all I own."

He frowns, staring down at me in disapproval.

I shiver under his piercing gaze and look down at my plate.

"You know... when I said not to talk to me. I said it because I didn't know how talkative you were and did not want unnecessary interruptions while I worked." He scratches the sides of his beard. "You can speak or talk to me freely when I am not working."

I nod.

He sighs again.

"Earlier, you called me Sir."