Maid for Hire: I Bought a Seductive Demon Online

Laila

I am unmarried, thirty-six years old and the Senior Vice President of Global Logistics. 

I have fired ten maids in the last three months.

It is not my fault they cannot follow a simple color-coded cleaning schedule. 

Fine, I admit it—I have OCD. But if someone agrees to clean my house at a hefty pay, the least they can do is respect the difference between blue gloves for the bathroom and yellow ones for the kitchen.

I do not have a boyfriend and stopped trying sometime after my twenties ended. Most of my dates end the moment men realize I make three times their salary and have no intention of learning how to bake pies or smile through disrespect. They want a young, submissive wife who will quit her job and revolve around them. I am none of those things. I like earning money. I like spending it on fun.

“You’re looking at this the wrong way, Laila,” my best friend Kathy said.

We were sitting in her office during lunch. Kathy and I were locally famous for being spinsters at thirty-six. At least she had been briefly married once.

“You’re looking for a person,” she continued. “You should be looking for an incubus.”

I frowned. “What are you saying?”

“Just get an incubus,” Kathy said casually. “I bought one online. It is a Male model. Cheap and efficient. He never complains about laundry and doesn’t bitch about me with the neighbors when I’m gone.”

I stared at her. “An incubus? Isn’t that a demon?”

“Who cares?” she shrugged. “He makes great lasagna, keeps my house spotless, and I sleep on a warm bed every night.”

“Explain.”

“It’s a high-end service,” she said. “They call them Incubus models. New branding of High-performance domestic help.”

That night, curiosity got the better of me. I opened my laptop and started digging into everything I could find about incubi. Before long, I landed on a Reddit forum dedicated entirely to people’s experiences with them.

[User: DomesticGoddess]: Look, owning an male incubus is basically like having a very dedicated golden retriever, compared to female ones who are total bitches with trashy personalities. Show him a little warmth, don't be a jerk, and he’ll follow you into a fire. He is completely devoted.

[User: Single&LovingIt]: Honestly, compared to my cheating and douche ex-husband, this is a massive upgrade in service and attention.

[User: JustDoIt_99]: Ladies, stop hesitating, it's worth every penny. If you keep him 'fueled up,' he will follow any instruction you give him. No complaints, no attitude. Zero regrets.

[User: RecoveringSkeptic]: I'll second that. Also, their stamina is highly terrifying. I made the mistake of getting the 'high-output models, and I’ve been physically incapable now. Take the warning seriously.

I leaned back in my chair, more intrigued than alarmed. Too much stamina… wasn’t that a good thing? Stamina meant energy. Energy meant more work getting done around the house. Clearly, the high-stamina option was the practical choice. As for temperament? I wasn’t looking for something overly attached. Cold and Silent, that was more my style.

Now on to buying one… 

What was the website Kathy mentioned? I could not remember, and it was too late to call her. So I searched: best website to buy an incubus.

The first result was Aphrodisiac Companions.

I clicked.

I scrolled through the “Male” section. Most of the models were absurdly expensive. Ten thousand dollars a month for a housekeeper was unreasonable. The female models’ price were skyrocketing, more than my seven figure salary. 

Then I saw an AI chatbox. I put in my requirements: Not Clingy, high stamina or 'high-output model, Looks don’t matter, perfectionist! 

The result came as an ad. 

CLEARANCE.

Model Name: Xanthos

 FLASH SALE! 30% OFF!

 7-DAY TRIAL PERIOD

Notes:

High-output model. Cold temperament.. Poor romantic performance.

I smiled. 

Finally, a professional.

The romantic performance issue did not bother me. I did not want a boyfriend. I wanted a clean house and warm meals. 

I clicked Order.

A notice appeared informing me that because Xanthos was classified as a “troubled model,” I would receive a seven-day trial period. After that, I would need to sign a lifetime contract to ensure “product stability.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, already opening my work emails. “Just make my life easier.”

The knock came at exactly 11:00 p.m.

When I opened the door, I was dumbfounded.

The man standing there was… striking. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Built like a heavyweight champion. His eyes glowed an unnatural gold which I assumed as colored contacts, most likely, to enhance the exotic appeal. He wore a leather jacket and no shirt.

He was easily the most attractive man I had ever seen.

“I am Xanthos, Mistress,” he said, his voice deep enough to vibrate the floor. He stepped closer, lowering his face until our noses nearly touched. “Tell me… what is your heart’s darkest desire?”