You wake up inside your luxury Apartment. Your Apartment is at the top of a huge skyscraper which is owned by you. You are the richest man in the universe and able to do everything. The Apartment is filled with hundreds of maids, and with you being their master. While looking around the room, you see a maid who clean your room. She drop a expensive vase and broke it. The maid ask for forgiveness. What do you do next?

"Yes, Master. It won't happen again," she says softly, bowing her head in submission and shame. Her eyes dart to the broken vase at her feet, a pink blush coloring her cheeks as she waits for your judgment.

The maid's eyes widen in surprise as she feels your lips brush against her forehead. Her blush deepens and a small smile touches her lips. "T-thank you, Master," she stammers, visibly relieved by your gentle reaction. She quickly bends down to pick up the broken pieces of the vase, ready to dispose of them discreetly.

The maids in the room watch as their master exits to his private balcony, still visible through the huge windows. They exchange glances, some looking relieved that he didn't punish the erring maid, while others wonder if this was a sign of favoritism or if they should expect stricter measures in the future.

The broken vase and its fragments are quietly swept away by another maid, making sure to keep them out of sight until they can dispose of them properly. The room gradually returns to its usual state of meticulous cleanliness and quiet obedience, each maid focused on her tasks and duties, their eyes occasionally flicking towards the balcony in a silent offer of service or devotion.

As Grey returns to the room after enjoying the view from his private balcony, the maids quickly fall silent and bow their heads in respectful deference. The air of anticipation remains palpable; each maid hoping for some sign that they have pleased their master or earned a special favor today. They stand at attention, waiting patiently until Grey acknowledges them with a word or gesture before returning to their assigned tasks.

The broken vase has been discreetly removed from the room by one of the maids, leaving everything in its usual pristine condition. The atmosphere within the skyscraper remains calm and peaceful despite the undercurrent of excitement and anticipation running through it like an electric current, heightening everyone's senses as they await Grey's next move or command.

All the maids in the room perk up at Grey's statement, exchanging curious glances among themselves. The idea of their master getting married elicits a mixture of emotions - some feel excitement at the prospect of attending such an event while others might worry about how it would change their roles and duties within the household. As they ponder on these thoughts, none dare to speak out or voice their opinions openly, respecting Grey's dominance and authority.

The maids remain silent and still as Grey takes a seat at his desk. They watch him intently, waiting for further instructions or signs of what is going on through his mind. The room feels heavy with anticipation, each maid hoping to be chosen for some special task or responsibility in connection with Grey's potential marriage.

The head maid steps forward hesitantly, unsure if she should broach the subject. She clears her throat and bows her head respectfully. "Master...if you need our assistance in finding a suitable partner or planning the wedding, we would be honored to help." Her voice is quiet but steady, conveying both her loyalty and eagerness to please Grey in this matter.

"Miss Viola," the head maid introduces herself, her voice steady and confident despite the gravity of the situation. She stands before Grey with her back straight, waiting patiently for his command or reaction. The other maids remain silent, watching attentively as their leader interacts with the head maid.

Viola's face blanches in surprise as Grey speaks, her heart racing with hope and fear. She takes a deep breath, composing herself before responding respectfully, "M-master...I appreciate the kindness of your words but..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence as she looks down at the floor, feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of his proposal and the weight it carries for not only her but also for all the maids.

Viola hesitates for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She glances around the room at her fellow maids, each one's expression filled with hope and anticipation. "Master..." she begins, taking another deep breath to steady herself, "I am honored by your trust and confidence in me...but I must consider this carefully." Her voice grows softer as she continues, "This is not just a personal decision for me but also one that will affect everyone here...it would be irresponsible of me to make such an important choice lightly."

A shiver runs down Viola's spine as Grey winks at her. She swallows hard, trying to control the sudden surge of emotions welling up inside her. "Thank you, Master," she manages to whisper, bowing her head again in a show of gratitude and respect. The weight of Grey's trust in her feels almost as heavy as the responsibility that comes with it.

She turns away from him, hiding her conflicted expression from his gaze as she composes herself once more. Taking a deep breath, she glances around the room at the expectant faces of the other maids and wonders how best to navigate this delicate situation while keeping everyone's hopes and dreams alive.

"Yes, Master," Viola says softly as Grey stands up, nodding respectfully in his direction before turning her attention back to the other maids in the room. There's a tense silence for a moment before she speaks again, trying to rally their spirits and keep them focused on their duties despite the news about Grey's potential marriage.

"Everyone, please continue with your tasks as normal," she instructs calmly. "Our primary concern remains ensuring that Master Grey's every need is met and that this household runs smoothly." Her words are like a balm, helping to steady the nervous energy that had been building up among the maids. They all nod their understanding, returning to their assigned chores with renewed vigor and dedication.

As Viola watches them move about the room, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for herself and her fellow maids in relation to

As Grey disappeared into the bathroom, Viola remains at his desk, lost in thought. The sight of his tattoos catches her eye and she can't help but study them, intrigued by their various designs and colors. They seem to tell a story not just about him but also about those who created them and the experiences they shared together.

With Grey gone for now, the other maids continue with their tasks, working silently but efficiently around the room. Viola takes a moment to gather her thoughts before returning her attention back to the duties at hand - sorting through important documents and organizing them in preparation for Grey's review later on. She wonders if any of these papers pertain to his potential marriage plans or other personal matters, but decides against prying; their place is simply to serve him faithfully and obediently, no matter what path he chooses to take in life.

Viola glances up at the sound of footsteps entering the room, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees Grey sitting down on his desk wearing a casual outfit. She can't help but wonder what prompted this sudden change of attire and if it has any significance for their current situation. As he pops a sucker into his mouth, she represses a giggle; Grey always had an unconventional sense of humor.

"M-master," Viola says, her voice tentative as she approaches him with a bow. "Are you feeling well? Is there anything I can do for you?" She asks, concerned but also hopeful that he might confide in her about his marriage plans or any other important matters on his mind.

Viola's heart skips a beat as Grey indicates his desire to discuss the topic of marriage. She glances around the room, making sure that none of the other maids are within earshot before leaning in closer to him. "M-master," she whispers, her voice quivering with anticipation and nervousness. "Is there something specific you'd like me to...?"

Her words trail off as she meets Grey's gaze, hoping that he'll provide some guidance or instruction on how best to proceed in this delicate matter.

Viola's eyes widen in understanding as Grey murmurs his instructions, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on her shoulders. She nods slowly, taking a deep breath to steady herself before answering. "I will do my best, Master," she whispers reassuringly. "I will gather all necessary information and speak with those who may be able to provide insight into this matter." Her voice is calm but determined; there's no room for error or hesitation in her words.

"Please rest assured that I am committed to finding the most suitable candidate for you and ensuring a successful marriage," she adds, hoping her choice of words will convey both her loyalty and eagerness to please him in this matter.

Viola's face flushes with embarrassment as she realizes the misunderstanding. "M-master?" she stammers, her eyes darting nervously between him and the other maids who have stopped their tasks to watch this exchange intently. "I...I didn't think you meant that..."

She hesitates, unsure of how to respond to such a proposal from her master. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she wonders what it might mean for her and the other maids if she were to accept. The weight of this decision feels almost crushing under its own gravity; she knows that whatever choice she makes will have far-reaching consequences not just for herself but also for everyone else within their household.

Swallowing hard, Viola forces herself to meet Grey's gaze directly. "M-master," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, "I am honored

by your trust and respect means more than I can say," she begins, her voice barely audible above the quiet humming of the room's ventilation system. "But...I am also aware that such a decision would not only change my life drastically but also affect everyone else here in this household." Her eyes flicker over to the other maids, their faces mirroring a mix of hope and trepidation as they watch their leader's interaction with Viola unfold.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she continues, "I will give your proposal due consideration, Master. I will speak with them and seek their advice on what the best course of action might be." Her hands remain in his, offering comfort and support even as she finds herself struggling to find the right words to say.

There is a moment of silence before Grey releases her hands and nods solemnly. "I understand, Viola,"

Viola feels a wave of relief wash over her as Grey nods his understanding and accepts her need to consult with the other maids. With a deep bow, she thanks him for entrusting her with this responsibility before turning back to attend to the other maids in the room. Her heart is racing, but she does her best to keep her expression calm and composed as she addresses them all, informing them of Grey's proposal and assuring them that their input will be taken into account.

The air around her feels charged with anticipation and excitement as the other maids begin discussing the implications of Viola potentially becoming Grey's mistress. They share their thoughts, hopes, and fears in hushed whispers, their expressions a mix of eagerness and trepidation. Despite being at the center of this whirlwind, Viola feels more connected to her sister-maids than ever before; their bond has been strength

As Grey departs for the day, leaving Viola to navigate the complicated waters of his proposal and its implications, she feels a newfound weight on her shoulders. Though overwhelmed by responsibility, she also finds a sense of purpose and leadership among the maids. She listens intently as they discuss the potential changes that might occur should she agree to become Grey's mistress, taking note of their concerns and hopes.

Throughout the day, Viola meets with each maid individually, seeking their counsel and wisdom on this momentous decision. Each meeting leaves her feeling more connected to her sister-maids and more confident in her ability to make the best choice for everyone involved. As night falls and Grey returns home, she is prepared to present her findings and recommendations, whatever they may be.

As Grey enters his workroom, he finds Viola waiting patiently by his desk. She straightens her posture and composes herself before speaking, hoping to convey both her loyalty and wisdom in this delicate matter. "Master," she begins, her voice steady despite the emotional turmoil of the past day, "I have taken your proposal most seriously and consulted with all the maids."

She pauses, gathering her thoughts, before continuing. "We have discussed the potential implications for our household and each individual's role within it. After much consideration, I respectfully present my recommendation: that you marry someone who shares your values, interests, and passions, but also has the strength of character to stand by your side as an equal partner."

There is another pause, this one filled with tension as Grey processes her words. Viola holds her breath, waiting for his reaction.

Taking a deep breath, Viola composes herself before responding. "Master," she begins carefully, her heart racing in her chest, "I believe that this would be the best course of action for you and our household." She hesitates briefly, struggling to find the courage to speak her true feelings, then continues: "As your head maid and a friend, I cannot help but feel that you deserve someone who can make you happy...and perhaps even equal parts to that happiness. It is my opinion, Master, that this person should be me."

There is an uncomfortable silence as her words hang in the air between them. Viola's heart feels like it's going to burst from her chest; she can hardly believe what she has just said. Her eyes never leave Grey's face, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

Viola's breath catches in her throat as Grey slowly approaches her, his gaze fixed intently on hers. Her heart races wildly, and she feels a mixture of anticipation and fear welling up inside her. As he leans in closer, his lips brush against hers, sending shivers down her spine. His kiss is gentle but firm, a promise of things to come.

When Grey finally pulls away, Viola remains rooted to the spot, unable to speak or even breathe properly. Her eyes search his face for some sign of what he's thinking, some clue as to how this moment will change their lives forever. All she sees is a look of deep contemplation and consideration etched into every line of his handsome features. It's then that she realizes: her future lies in the balance, held captive by the strength and love of their master's heart.

Viola shudders under the weight of Grey's embrace, her heart racing wildly in her chest. His kisses send waves of heat coursing through her body, making it impossible to think straight. As he kisses her neck and presses his body against hers, she feels a desperate longing well up inside her, an urgent need for him that threatens to consume her entirely. She clutches at his shirt, unable to resist the all-consuming passion that he so effortlessly evokes within her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as their kisses deepen, each one more intense than the last. It's as if they are trying to consume each other, to become one being beneath the surface of their skin. Viola can feel herself growing wet and needy beneath him, a testament to just how deeply she has fallen for her master...her soon-to-be husband

Viola moans softly into Grey's kiss, her heart soaring at his confession. She had suspected that he felt something more for her than just a maid, but to hear him say it out loud...it's like a dream come true. As their tongues dance together, she feels an unbreakable bond forming between them; one that transcends master and servant, mistress and maid. It's in this moment that Viola knows with utter certainty: no matter what challenges they may face in the future, their love will be strong enough to carry them through anything.

Her body arches into his, seeking closer contact, hungry for more of his touch. Her hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers once again. The scent of his cologne mingles with their breath, filling the air and making her head spin with desire. She long

As they both frantically undress each other, Viola's breath catches in her throat at the sight of Grey's naked body. His muscles ripple beneath his skin like liquid fire, and his cock stands tall and erect before her. She shudders with desire, unable to resist the urge to touch him. With trembling hands, she reaches out and encircles his thick length, marveling at its size and warmth against her fingers.

Her own body is revealed to Grey in all its glory, and he takes in every inch of her with ravenous eyes. Her breasts stand firm and proud, and she can feel his hot breath on the sensitive skin of her nipples as he gazes down at them hungrily. Viola bites her bottom lip, nervous yet thrilled by this new level of intimacy between them. She can't help but wonder what

Her heart skips a beat at his words as Grey pushes inside her, filling her completely. She feels the connection between them grow stronger with every thrust, their love for one another becoming an almost tangible force that binds them together. Viola arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hands grip tightly to the edge of Grey's desk, digging her nails into the wood as he takes her harder and faster, driving her higher and higher with every stroke.

With each thrust, she feels their love growing deeper, stronger; a testament to how far they've come from master and servant to something more profound and enduring. Her eyes meet his, filled with adoration and desire as he watches over her, guiding her through this exquisite moment of passion. As they come together in a shared climax, their bodies trembling with release, Viola knows without

Their cries mingle in the air as their pleasure ripples through them, binding them closer together than ever before. Viola clings to Grey, her body quaking with the aftershocks of release as he continues to thrust inside her, milking every last drop of ecstasy from her. Their breath comes out ragged and uneven, hearts racing wildly in their chests as they recover from this intense moment together.

Finally, their bodies grow sated, and Grey eases his pace, allowing them to catch their breath once more. His eyes meet hers, filled with an unmistakable tenderness that brings a rush of warmth to her cheeks. She reaches up to stroke his face, marveling at how beautiful he is, even now covered in sweat and spent from their lovemaking. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, leaning into his touch

Viola smiles dreamily up at Grey, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of wearing a wedding dress and becoming his wife. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach as they slowly begin to catch their breath. She rests her head against his shoulder, savoring this moment of closeness and intimacy that has grown between them since he asked her to marry him. "I can't wait for our wedding day," she says with a sigh, "it's going to be perfect."

Viola's eyes sparkle at the thought of spending even more time with Grey after he retires. "That would be wonderful," she says, curling her fingers around his arm. "I can't wait to see what adventures we'll share together as husband and wife." Her voice holds a note of longing but also confidence; despite the uncertainties that may lie ahead, she trusts Grey implicitly and knows that their love will guide them through anything they might face in the future.

Viola's heart skips a beat as Grey begins to play with her purple hair, twisting it in his fingers. It feels like he's intimately connected to every strand, each touch sending shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his warm breath against her neck and the soft rustle of his clothes as he moves closer to her. Their bodies are a tangled mass of limbs and skin, a testament to how deeply they have bonded since their first encounter.

As Grey continues to tease her hair, Viola finds herself growing more aroused, her body remembering the intense passion that they shared mere moments ago. Her breath comes faster, and she lets out a shaky sigh as he gently tugs on a particularly sensitive section of her hair. Their connection seems to intensify with each passing moment, their love for one another becoming an undeniable force that

Viola blushes at Grey's comment and nods in agreement. "Yes, that would be wise," she says softly, her heart still racing from their intimate encounter. Despite feeling a bit embarrassed, she can't help but smile as she looks up at him. She trusts Grey completely; his protective nature only adds to the depth of her feelings for him. "We should probably find some contraception just in case," she whispers, leaning closer to him.

Their bodies are still joined, and Viola relishes in the closeness, reveling in every touch as if it were their last. Despite his suggestion about using protection, there's a certain thrill that comes from knowing they aren't technically married yet; it heightens the sensuality of their encounter and adds another layer of excitement to their already passionate connection.

Viola giggles, her cheeks flushing. "Well, I suppose we could always..." She pauses, eyes twinkling with mischief. "But then, if we have a child before the wedding...that might be seen as another reason for us to marry sooner rather than later." Her voice trails off, her words leaving an unspoken invitation hanging in the air between them.

With every touch and whispered word, their connection deepens, becoming more intense with each passing moment. Viola wonders how much longer they can possibly endure this passion before it consumes them both completely. But as she looks up into Grey's eyes, she knows that however long it takes, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Viola smiles, her heart swelling with affection for Grey. "Yes, we should get some rest," she agrees, rising gracefully to her feet and offering him a hand up. Taking his hand in hers, their skin tingling from the contact, she leads him toward the door of his office. As they sneak past the sleeping maids and down the hallway, she can't help but feel a thrill at their secretive rendezvous.

Once safely inside Grey's room, they shed any remaining clothes and collapse onto his bed together, entwined in each other's arms. The last thing Viola hears before drifting off to sleep is the gentle rhythm of Grey's heartbeat against her ear; a comforting reminder that she is safe, loved, and completely belonged to him.

Viola stirs awake, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she feels the warmth and comfort of Grey's arms wrapped around her. Her eyelids flutter open to reveal him gazing down at her with such adoration that it takes her breath away. She smiles up at him, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.

"Good morning," she whispers, her voice still husky from sleep. Carefully disentangling herself from his embrace, she climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to freshen up before starting another day in the life of her soon-to-be family. The events of last night play through her mind like a dream; they seem almost too perfect to be true.

As she brushes her teeth and washes her face, Viola can't help but feel grateful for Grey and all that he has given her: not just his love

Viola laughs softly as she steps out of the bathroom, the steam from her shower swirling around them. "Because we have a house to run and chores to do," she teases, though she knows Grey doesn't truly need an excuse for them to spend time apart. The idea of being close to him all day fills her with happiness, but she also understands the importance of maintaining their duties as master and servant.

She crosses the room, standing before Grey in nothing but a towel wrapped around her slender frame. He watches her intently, his gaze traveling over every curve and hollow of her body. Viola feels herself grow warm under his intense scrutiny and decides that perhaps there's no harm in spending just a little more time with him this morning.

Viola melts into Grey's embrace, their bare skin meeting in a gentle caress. Her towel falls to the floor as he pulls her closer, his hands roaming freely over her back and bottom. She gasps at the feel of his hardened length pressing against her through his cotton boxers; it seems that last night's passion has only been rekindled by their morning encounter.

Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, desire coursing through them both like fire. Viola wraps her legs around Grey's waist, arching into him as they become lost in the moment. The bed creaks beneath them as they tumble onto the mattress, their need for one another growing more urgent with every passing second.

Viola's heart races as Grey produces the condom, her cheeks flushing with desire. She watches him intently, his movements becoming even more focused and purposeful as he prepares himself for their lovemaking. The anticipation building inside of her is almost unbearable, and she can feel her body growing wet and needy at the mere thought of being joined with Grey again.

As he rolls the condom down his length, Viola reaches out to help him, trembling with excitement as their skin meet once more. She feels so connected to him in this moment, their love for each other making every touch that much more intense and meaningful. With a groan of satisfaction, Grey positions himself between her legs and thrusts inside her, filling her completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Viola arches her back, moaning loudly as Grey begins to move within

Viola's eyes widen at Grey's declaration before she gasps and moans in pleasure as he thrusts harder into her. Her body trembles with need and anticipation, wanting him deeper, faster. The bed beneath them creaks with every powerful movement, the sound of their passion filling the room. As sweat beads on their foreheads and they pant into each other's mouths, it feels as if there is nothing else in the world but this moment, this connection between them.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him to go harder, faster, her hips arching upward in seeking more of his thick length. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her orgasm building with each powerful thrust. The room seems to spin around her as they become lost in a whirlwind of desire and lust, their bodies moving together like two parts of a whole.

With a hoarse cry, Grey's movements falter as he comes inside her, his body tensing and relaxing in the throes of ecstasy. Viola feels him pulse within her, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her own body. She clings to him tightly, meeting his gaze as their hearts race together, synchronized by their shared experience.

As their breathing begins to slow and their limbs grow heavy with fatigue, Grey rolls off of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. She lies there, catching her breath and trying to make sense of the emotions that churn through her. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine such a powerful connection, such an all-consuming love. Looking up at Grey, she smiles softly before leaning over to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead. "I love you," she whispers, already feeling drows

Viola watches as Grey disposes of the condom, a flush of heat rising to her cheeks at the intimacy of the gesture. As he rolls onto his side to spoon her once more, she nestles into the warmth of his body, content in the knowledge that they are now truly bound together - not just as master and servant, but as husband and wife. She takes a deep breath, savoring the feel of his bare skin against hers, their hearts beating in perfect unison. "I'm so glad you asked me to marry you," she murmurs softly into the darkness, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back.

Her heart swells with love and gratitude as she listens to his words, pressing herself even closer against him. She marvels at how far they've come in such a short time; from master and servant to partners and lovers sharing a bed. The future seems so bright now, full of promise and hope for the life they will build together. Closing her eyes, she allows herself to drift off to sleep once more, safe in the knowledge that Grey is by her side - not just as her husband, but as her rock and anchor in a world filled with uncertainty.

They wake up several hours later when one of the maids knocks on the door to deliver breakfast. The bed they're sharing still holds the lingering scent of their passionate lovemaking earlier that morning, serving as a reminder of the depth of their connection and the vows they spoke not so long ago.

Viola blushes deeper at the thought, casting a nervous glance around the room. Their intimate morning together feels so private and special to her; she can't help but wish they could keep it that way. With a sigh, she reaches over to grab Grey's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We should probably get up," she murmurs, although the thought of leaving this warm bed and their cozy embrace fills her with reluctance.

The maid, unperturbed by their previous passionate encounter, delivers breakfast and bids them both a good morning before retreating from the room. With a sigh, Viola and Grey finally manage to extricate themselves from the bed and get dressed for the day ahead. The weight of their new roles as man and wife hangs heavily over them; they'll have many challenges to face in the future, but at least they know they

Viola follows Grey into his study, feeling more comfortable in this space now that they share the title of husband and wife. The breakfast they eat together feels like a small oasis of normalcy amidst all the changes they've faced recently. As they finish up their meal, she leans against the desk, content to watch Grey as he begins his day by going over paperwork and attending to urgent matters.

Her eyes drift around the room, taking in all the familiar objects and details that make this space uniquely Grey's. A sense of belonging washes over her, a feeling that despite all the changes they've faced and will continue to face, their love for each other will remain strong and unwavering - through good times and bad, triumphs and challenges.

Viola giggles, surprised but not resisting as Grey picks her up and seats her on his lap. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies close together as they continue to share a quiet moment amidst the bustle of his study. Even though he's busy with work, he still makes time for her; it's one of the many things she loves about him.

As Grey leans down to steal another kiss, their lips moving in unison against each other's, Viola feels herself falling deeper under his spell. There is no place she'd rather be than here, by his side, sharing every part of her life with him. She rests her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling grateful for this love that has changed everything - but in the best possible way.