Forced To Spy On My Boss, But End Up Falling For Him

Milana

I let out a soft and tired sigh as I stand in front of my porch. Coming back to this house every day feels like a nightmare. It is a nightmare. I will never come back to this house and have peace of mind or sleep peacefully. Not when I have a husband named Maksim.

I let out another shaky breath and I slowly open the door, stepping in. The moment I step into the sitting room, the first thing that meets my ears are the sounds of flesh pounding. I feel my heart constrict and I suddenly find difficulty in breathing.

He has done it again. He brought in a woman. This is not the first time that Maksim is doing this. He always brings women to our matrimonial bed and fucks them. He treats me like trash and never thinks about how his actions hurt me. I can't even complain, if I do, I always end up with a swollen face and whip marks.

"Oh Fuck!! Maksim babyyyyyy.... you're so good..... Fuck me harder...hmmm.." The woman's loud moans and his grunts fill my ears as my husband fucks her hard. I'm the one that's supposed to be in her place. I'm supposed to be moaning for him, not a strange woman.

Maksim hates me to the point that we don't even have sex. It only happened once and that was on our wedding night. He pushed half of his dick into me and abruptly pulled out as he roughly shoved me off the bed, saying that I was too tight. That was the last time he saw me naked and that was exactly two years ago.

"Hmmm..." Their moans and grunts hit my ears and my eyes fill with tears. The grocery bag that I'm holding falls to the ground and I angrily walk to his bedroom.

"Don't you have any shame?!!" There will be consequences for my actions, there definitely will be, but I don't care. I can't bear to hear my husband pleasuring another woman while I'm sexually frustrated.

They both stop and the strange woman riding my husband turns to look at me. "Maksim baby, who's she?" She asks breathlessly, their bodies slicked with sweat.

"I'm his wife!! Now get out of here. He's a married man for crying out loud!!!" I yell in anger, my tears threatening to fall.

"He never told me that." The woman mumbles and Maksim just remains quiet, his black eyes blazing with untold anger. I'm going to be cooked after this.

"Now you know, use the door. Get off my husband." An unsure look appears on her face, but she gets off his body regardless. She looks around for her clothes which she puts on before heading for the door.

The moment she stands side by side with me, she whispers to my ears before walking out, "Your husband was a good fuck." I shut my eyes closed, my fist clenching tight.

"Maksim-"

"Shut up!!" He suddenly snaps at me, angrily getting off the bed. He removes the condom from his dick, which he tosses over to a trash can, before tying a towel around his waist.

"Who gave you the right to do that?" He demands as he walks towards me with heavy steps. I swallow nervously, repeatedly blinking my eyes as he stands in front of me, his height towering above me.

"Maksim I–"

"Shut the fuck up!! Bitch!!!" His voice thunders and the next second, I feel his hand wrap around my neck, knocking the air out of me as he pins me to a wall. "You don't get it Milana, do you?" He scoffs, his hold on my neck tightening as I struggle with tears.

"How dare you?" He holds my face up and his hand comes flying next. Time seems to be still, the slap sound reverberates in the room and I literally see stars.

"M....ma...m.." I can't speak and my face stings. I struggle with him, coughing hard and helpless tears stream down my face. What did I do to deserve all this?

"Stop telling people that we are married. You don't deserve to be my wife!! You are too cheap to be called the wife of Maksim. You don't deserve that title Milana. I already told you this!!!" His voice lacks any warmth and is laced with the intense hatred that he has for me.

"You are worthless and you are not good enough to me call my wife, you are not even good enough for me to fuck!!" More tears stream down my face and I'm already crying at this point. He's strangling me, I can't breathe.

"The only thing you are good at is housework. You are my maid, no...my maid will have more importance than you, Milana. This should be the last time that you call yourself my wife." He finally releases his hold on my neck as he tosses me away, causing me to fall with a thud.

I break out in sobs as I begin to cry hard. I've done nothing to deserve this. I've done all I can to be a good wife, but Maksim never appreciates any of my efforts. I blame my mother for marrying me off to him.

I was just a business transaction. Mom owned Maksim and she married me off to him as a business collateral. Maksim is not even well to do. I'm the breadwinner of this house, I work myself to death, only to come back to receive a beating. Why can he never appreciate me?

"You disgust me, Milana. And I didn't even get to cum. Stupid bitch!!" He curses angrily and his right leg comes flying as he lands a kick in my rib. I let out a cry of pain, falling to the ground weakly as I cry my eyes out.

"You better have a good amount of money in here."

"No...no.." I stammer, but he yanks my purse away from me, despite my efforts to get it back. My eyes are cloudy with tears and I watch helplessly as he collects all the money from my purse.

"This is your saviour today. Disgusting bitch!" He throws my purse at me, hitting my face with it. My whole body trembles in pain as I remain crying there. I remain there, crying and he never pays any attention to me as he gets dressed and leaves the house.

Milana

"I told you to come here quickly, Mila. Do you think that you're the only one that needs this job? There are thousands of women applying. So come here quickly!!" Zoya yells over the phone and I quickly rush out of the house, running over to my car.

"I'm so sorry, Zoya. But I have to pick up something for Maksim. I'll be there-" I don't get to finish when Zoya groans.

"That Durak [Jerk] again? You're going to be late for him? That-" Her voice trails off like she can't find the perfect insult to give to Maksim.

"I keep telling you this-"

"I'll be there in thirty minutes. I'm so sorry for being late, Zoya." I interrupt her and then end the call afterwards. I know what she wants to say. She keeps telling me to divorce Maksim, but I can't. My mother still owes him.

I will divorce him once I raise enough money to pay him back, but for now, I will try to cement our relationship, and see if things can work for us. As I get into my car, I let out a frustrated groan when I start the car and it doesn't start.

I knew this car was bound to delay me. Each time I start the car, it makes a roaring, deafening sound. I inherited it from my grandfather and it is way outdated.

After a lot of tries, the car finally comes back to life. I start the car and I drive out of my driveway. I go to the place where I need to pick up something from Maksim. He asked me not to return home unless I did so.

Just after I pick up the item, Zoya begins to bombard my phone with calls. I don't pick up as I'm not anywhere near her location. She keeps calling and I let out a frustrated sigh. Her call keeps distracting me. I need to keep my eyes on the road and my car being an old rickety car does not help.

I decide to receive the call to tell her that I'm already near. As I reach for my phone, my eyes leave the road for just a split second. But that's all it takes. My car drifts into the adjacent lane, and before I can react, the sound of screeching tyres fills the air.

The tyres squeal for a brief moment before the car comes to a stop. I'm relieved to see that it's just a minor accident but I bumped into a car.

I rush out of my car in a hurry to look at the mess that I created. The other car's trunk is scratched, and my own car's side panel is dented, but thankfully, no one appears to be hurt. But the car I just bumped into looks so expensive. It's a black flashy Rolls Royce.

I run my hands through my hair, my heart beating loudly as a look of confusion appears on my face. What have I gotten myself into? I'm still thinking of how to explain to the owner when I hear voices.

"Miss Annika, your papa told you not to come out of the car." I hear a deep voice and my heart skips a bit.

"But Papa's not here Boris. I want to see it too." The soft voice sounds and I lift my head to a little girl approaching me.

"Oh, it's a woman, Boris." Her lashes flutter and I gulp nervously when a very huge scary man appears from behind her. I know he's her guard.

"I... I'm so sorry. It was not intentional. I hope no one's hurt. Are you hurt, little girl?" I quickly crouch down to the level of the girl. She should be about six and she's so pretty. Very cute.

"My name is Annika. Not little girl." She corrects boldly, and then adds. "And I'm not hurt." I breathe out in relief.

"I'm glad." I smile. "I'm glad that you're fine, Annika. And I'm sorry for causing you any form of shock." I sincerely apologize and she only smiles at me.

"I'm Milana." I decide to introduce myself. If I can get in her good books, she can help me convince her parents not to sue me for scratching their expensive car.

She smiles at me and I'm about to reach out to hug her when a deep voice thunders and rings in my ears, "Anushka!" I jerk at how harsh the voice sounds.

Annika's smile widens even more as she whips her head in a direction and then screams, "Papa!" I stand up to my feet, watching as she runs up to a man who carries her up in his arms.

My mouth runs dry the moment I see his face. Now I know where Annika got her beauty from. Because what manner of a hot man is that? His grey eyes are gosh, so mesmerizing and at the same time lack emotion.

"What did I tell you about talking to strangers?"

"Milana bumped into our car and was asking if I got hurt. She-"

"That doesn't matter Anushka. Don't speak to strangers, and Boris!" He snaps coldly at the guard.

"Why did you allow this woman to come near my daughter?" He says with so much contempt and I look down, nervously picking my fingertips.

"Boss I-"

"Save it!" He interrupts the guard harshly and when I feel his hard gaze on me, I muster up all the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry about your car. I will pay for the damages." What am I even saying? I don't have the fucking money. But the man standing in front of me look so dangerous and that is the only thing that came to my mind.

"And how many lifetimes do you plan on serving me to fix it? Did you look in the mirror before leaving the house today?" I feel a wave of embarrassment run through me. I didn't. And I know I look like a mess. I come home every day to get beaten and I never have the time to cater for myself.

"You look like you can barely eat thrice a day and you want to fix my car?" He scoffs. "I'll do you a favour. Use the money to get a meal and fix yourself up." I gulp, my eyes welling with tears at his words.

"Have a nice day." I don't look at him, I can't look at him as I'm so embarrassed at myself. I remain standing there till he settles into his car and the moment the car drives off, the first tear drops from my eye.

Milana

"I'm sorry I'm late. Got caught up in an accident." Zoya gasps the moment I tell her and she stands to her feet as she begins to inspect my body.

"Are you hurt? Did you get hurt?" She asks worriedly, checking my body for any signs of injury. There are none. I did not get hurt, but my ego did. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. And to think that it was a handsome man who talked to me with so much disgust.

"Do I look disgusting, Zoya?" I ask in a low voice and I don't even know why I ask that.

"You don't. You're one of the most beautiful women that I know, Mila. It's just that...your um... marriage and the constant beatings you get from Maksim are making you look so worn out. Take care of yourself more." She advises and my eyes water as I nervously bite down my lips.

Maksim takes all my money, I barely have savings for myself. Zoya just introduced a good-paying job to me, where I would be working as a nanny. It pays more than my old job and once I get accepted, I will quit the old one.

There's a slim chance of me getting accepted, because there are so many women here applying for the same job as me. They look much more pretty and compatible and I look.....me.

"Once I raise enough money, I'll divorce him."

Zoya scoffs, "And we both know that's impossible. You don't have any savings, Mila. He takes everything. He's going to kill you one day. You have-" Zoya's voice trails off and she looks at me with pain-filled eyes.

"Marks everywhere." She mutters softly and I run my tongue over my lower lip. She is right. My body is full of marks from the constant beatings I get from Maksim. They never get a chance to heal as he beats me over and over again,

"Let's go in. I kept our seats in the front row." She nudges my elbow and I slowly nod, walking towards the entrance that leads to a hall filled with different potential nannies. Just when we are about to go in, I hear my voice and Zoya and I instantly turn towards the direction the voice came from.

"Milana." My eyes widen in surprise when I see a little girl waving excitedly at me. She's not alone, she is with her rude and inconsiderate father and some tall and gruff-looking guards. It's Annika.

"Papa, I told you that it's her. Milana!" She calls again and her father holds a displeased look on his face as she begins to run towards me, dragging her father along.

"Hi, Annika." I wave sheepishly, the moment she stands in front of me. Her father's words are still ringing in my head, and seeing him again makes me feel more mortified.

"Hey. What are you doing here? Papa, what is she doing here? Are you auditioning to be my nanny too?" There is an expectant look in her eyes as she waits for a reply and my eyes widen.

Her nanny? Is she- I gasp as realization dawns on me.

"W...well, yes," I utter nervously, feeling a pair of grey eyes staring intently at me. There's a dangerous aura surrounding him, causing me to remind myself to stay away.

"That's great, Milana." She giggles, turning to face her father and she asks, "Papa, can she be my nanny?"

Wait what? I share surprised glances with Zoya who looks shocked as hell.

"Anushka, what are you saying?" Her father does not hide the displeasure in his voice as he speaks and I can tell that he's pissed, but he does not show it to his daughter. I feel his anger when his eyes settle on me.

"I want her to be my nanny, papa. I like Milana." she smiles so lovingly and I flash a warm smile at her.

"You just met her, Anushka. You can't like someone you just met." He points out. Gosh, I'm not getting this job. This man hates me. If he's trying to dissuade his daughter from picking me, it only means that I don't have a chance here.

"But I like Milana. I want her to be my nanny. Please, papa." Annika remains insistent and I soon begin to feel awkward. I don't mind being her nanny, really.

"Anushka" He calls softly, going down on one knee. "There are a lot of ladies in there. You've only met one. You will find another person that you like more."

"No, papa." She mutters and then she wraps her hands grudgingly around her chest. "I want Milana to be my nanny. If you don't pick her, then let's go home. I don't need another nanny and I'm not going to talk to you again." Annika sounds so angry now and it feels so weird knowing that I'm the cause of it.

We just met today, but the little girl seems to like me so much already. And I like her as well, she's such a cutie. "Anushka."

"Just say yes, papa. Boris, ask papa to say yes. I want Milana." She turns to face the guard and Zoya leans toward me to whisper. "When did you meet her?"

"Today." I whisper back. "I bumped into their car and we only had a little introduction."

"I see. She likes you a lot. I think you will get the job." I hope so. I really need the money and it's paying so well. The pay is five times bigger than the salary in my current workplace.

"Papa, please. Let Milana be my nanny." She never stops being persistent and her father lets out a resigned sigh.

"Okay, Anushka. But I will interview her first. If she's good, I will employ her, if she's not, we will look elsewhere." Annika bobs her head and she happily hugs her father.

"Thank you, papa."

"Give her the card, Boris. Be at the address tomorrow. 8 am sharp. Boris, dismiss the other women. They can go."