Maid To The Three Mafia Kings

⋆ Chapter 75: Changing the Course

For a long moment, Millie could only hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind screamed at her to fight back, to push Ethan away, but her body—betraying her will—began to respond. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her muscles tense.

Slowly, reluctantly, her legs parted just slightly, and she felt a hot flush rising to her cheeks. Her breath hitched, the sound almost deafening in the tense silence of the room.

Ethan's gaze never left her face, a dark, predatory smile curling his lips as his hand moved to undo the button of her jeans. The faint metallic sound of the zipper pulling down sent a chill down her spine. He leaned in closer, the heat of his breath brushing against her ear, his voice a low, mocking murmur. "You act so tough, but here you are..."

Millie's stomach twisted. Her heart raced wildly as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the moment, trying to make sense of the emotions warring inside her. But suddenly, her thoughts drifted to Evan. The image of him standing in the hallway flashed before her eyes, his voice echoing in her mind—the last words he spoke to her.

"Aidan really loves you, Amelia. He's taking great risks to be with you. So don't worry. Once you're out of here, I'll see what I can do so you can see him again."

Her thoughts didn't linger on the idea of being with Aidan again. Instead, they circled back to Evan. He was unlike Aidan or Ethan in ways that mattered. He never tried to push her. She knew he wanted her—she wasn't blind to it—but with him, there was no subtle coercion, no pressure. Even when they flirted, the balance never tipped against her. She was always free to choose, and that made the difference.

Her eyes snapped open as realization struck. She had a choice now too. She always had a choice.

Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers dug into the armrest of the chair. She swallowed hard, her body trembling, but this time not with fear. Her mind sharpened, her will hardening.

Ethan's lips brushed against her earlobe, his tongue flicking over it with a deliberate slowness that made her squirm.

"I'm so close to fucking you right here, right now," he whispered darkly.

"Stop."

Millie's eyes were no longer glazed with lust and confusion. Her teeth ground together, jaw tight, as the word she had suppressed tore itself free. And suddenly, everything seemed to stop, even Ethan's fingers from snaking underneath the waistband of her underwear.

Ethan stilled, his amusement shining bright in his cold gaze as he pulled back just enough to look her in the eye. "Are you sure about what you're asking, Amelia?"

Millie's chest heaved, and her eyes remained locked on his. She wasn't backing down. Not this time.

"You're just as desperate as me," she spat.

Ethan's hand pulled away like her words had stung him, leaving her feeling both annoyed and strangely empowered. He leaned back, his eyes sharpening, not with anger but with a twisted amusement that made her stomach churn.

"What did you just say?" His voice was low and dangerous, but Millie's fear had already turned into determination.

"The Red Ball," she replied, her voice steady. She zipped up her pants, fastening the button. "Whatever you're planning, you need me, and you need someone you can control to take with you."

Ethan grunted, clearly paying attention now.

Her heart raced, but she kept going. "That's why you chose me, isn't it? You think I'm easy to manipulate. And I know a lot. That's why you went so far as kidnapping my best friend to force me into signing that contract. But going to the Red Ball with you isn't enough. You need someone who won't talk. That's what the NDA was for."