Hyesung had escaped the scene as fast as possible. The look on the man’s face had not looked that promising either. Hyesung was going to be in trouble for sure if he mentioned the scene from before. And he didn’t want to be in more trouble than this. He wore a ing maid outfit! How was this even legal?! And Hyesung only wore it because he was told to; not because it was comfortable and amazingly soft fabric; and not definitely because it looked good on him.

“Take this,” The butler threw a duster to the maid. “Mr. Mun wants his book shelves dusted.”

“Which one?” Hyesung asked confused.

“All of them,” Andy flashed a smile that left his face instantly. “And they have not been dusted in months.”

Hyesung twisted his face in disgust as he grabbed the duster and walked away from the butler. Andy was a bully; he felt like he was acting superior. Just because he had been in this prison for years, it didn’t mean like Hyesung was going to be under him, and treat him like his boss. Andy was just a butler.

The way toward the first room with a big bookshelf was filled with angry mumbling. Hyesung held the duster like it was a sword and climbed onto a chair that looked at least 10 years old. For being a rich CEO, this Eric guy didn’t have much furniture sense. Maybe he spent all his money to those fancy cars.

Hyesung held the end of his skirt as he rose to the old chair and started dusting. Andy had been right when he had said that the shelves had not been dusted in months. The amount of dust that lingered in the air was indescribable. Hyesung kept coughing, hand on his mouth and the nose. “Woah, there!” A voice hollered. “You should be careful.”

It was that short friend of the CEO. Hyesung didn’t really like him. His hands kept being in the wrong place most of the time. For some reason, the midget really fancied Hyesung’s bottom. Hyesung was not against people touching his , if they were actually allowed to! Not that he even had one really, but Hyesung felt precious when someone noticed it.

“Could you take your hands off my ?” Hyesung asked politely. “I am not in danger.”

The guy chuckled and removed the hands, apologizing as if he was sorry. Hyesung could hear behind the chuckles that that was not the case. “I figured you needed my helping hand,” Disgusting! The voice of the midget was full of .

Hyesung looked over his shoulder at the guy and noticed how the gaze creeped under his skirt. There was nothing to see! Hyesung was wearing underwear, and a pair of shorts that he had managed to slip in to the basket while shopping. The guy, Minwoo his name was, smiled sheepishly when he noticed the deathly glare at him. Hyesung was about to flip out, but the CEO entered the room, sweaty from his morning jog. His hair was a bit messy, water tripping out of it, as he glared at the maid, pointed at him, then pointed at himself and said, “You. Come with me.”

Hyesung wanted to hug the man for saving him from the erted midget, but since he really despised him, he just grabbed the duster, lifted his skirt, and skipped down the chair. He strode to the CEO, bowed (which he hated from the bottom of his heart) and started following him. What kind of trouble was Shin Hyesung now?

                             “What did you hear?” The man mumbled behind his desk.

Hyesung had no idea how many times he had been in the said office. It was already familiar to him. He could tell exactly where everything was and how everything looked. “What do you mean?” Hyesung feigned ignorance.

The man behind the desk chuckled creepily, building goosebumps on Hyesung’s skin, and leaned toward him. “You know what I mean. What…did…you…hear?” He