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“You want to give me his stuff?” Lance asked.

“Oh, it’s fine. He doesn’t need them. You don’t mind us taking your stupid sports drinks, do you, Maddox?”

Maddox silently nodded his assent.

At that, Lance surprised me by sitting up. “Okay, I’ve been biting my tongue because everything else about you is amazing, but I am not cool with the way you treat your butler. You’ve been so mean to him all night.”

“Oh, it’s not what it looks like⁠—”

“Isn’t it?” Lance interrupted. “I’d love to see you again, but not if this is the way you treat staff. I’m not okay with mistreating employees just because⁠—”

“He’s not my employee, he’s my ex-husband!”

Lance looked baffled. “I’m sorry, what?”

“He cheated on me. A lot. That’s why we got divorced. Now he’s desperate to get me to forgive him. I told him there was no chance, but if he wanted to stick around to try, it could be as a servant or not at all.”

Lance took a moment to digest that. He looked incredulously at Maddox. “You cheated on this woman?”

Maddox’s only response was to clench his jaw even more tightly. I could practically hear his teeth grinding.

Lance got up and strode towards Maddox, fully comfortable in his nudity, his cock swinging as he walked. “What the hell were you looking for that she wasn’t giving you? She’s stunning, she’s kind, she’s funny, she’s smart, her body is insane, and she’s incredible in bed!” Lance barked.

My ex-husband just stared. He was seething with fury at being cut down like this, but he couldn’t muster any words to defend himself.

“Lance, I promise you, I would never treat an actual employee this way. On the other hand, the man who cheated on me constantly…”

“No, I get it. I’m sorry I laid into you like that,” Lance said, before turning back to Maddox. “Why don’t you go get us something to drink, dirtbag?”

Maddox met my gaze, and I was surprised to see defiance still. I thought this night might break him, but there was still an intense fury boiling there. For a moment I was worried he’d attack Lance, but if he did, magical restraint remained an option.

That was if Lance even needed my help, which I doubted.

But instead of aggression, Maddox took a deep, agonized breath. “Of course. Right away,” he growled.

But he didn’t move immediately. He lingered in the doorway seething.

“Get moving, asshole,” Lance glowered.

“You heard the man,” I said.

Maddox’s shoulders sagged as he turned and shuffled away.

“Hope all that random pussy was worth it!” I called after him.

Lance’s delighted laughter joined mine, chasing Maddox down the stairs.

CHAPTER 18

MADDOX

As I finished my kitchen clean-up, it struck me that tonight marked three weeks into my “butler” career. And in that time, the routine had been set.

Wake up in a clammy, unfinished basement. Prepare and serve Callie breakfast. Head to the office, work myself to exhaustion. Come home ready to collapse, but instead it was just the start of a whole new workday. Change into my humiliating monkey suit. Clean the house. Do the laundry. Do the grocery shopping. Run any errands. Make dinner. Clean the kitchen after dinner. Do the dishes. The list of tasks had been seemingly endless.

I now had to do everything Callie used to do for me, basically. I’d had no idea how much work this all was!

I’d always imagined Callie spent her days relaxing on the couch, going out to lunch with girlfriends, taking shopping trips, and doing just a few minutes of light cleaning between all that fun stuff. But keeping our home nice required so much more work than I ever imagined.