Victoria The Billionaires Maid

“Now, nothing,” I said. “I didn’t sleep with him for any unfair competitive advantage. If I had, I would be no better than he was back in high school. I might’ve been playing a game with him, but not that type.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she clarified. “Inquiring minds have to know, though.”

“Know what?” This was a prime example of why I didn’t confide too much about my sex life to anyone, including my only friend in the world.

“You know,” she responded, then gave me a nudge. “How was he in bed? The same? Better? Or worse than you remember?”

Oh! I supposed I could talk about that. It wasn’t as if my crimson cheeks didn’t say enough already. “He was even better than I remembered. And, he was right about his tongue.”

I then let out a sigh. There was likely a good damn reason why he was so good when it came to having sex, and that was practice. I was sure he had a harem of women in every city he went to. He’d never hurt for a date back then and now that he was a billionaire, I doubted he had any problems now either.

Besides being sexy as hell, he was flirtatious, enigmatic, and very confident, so much so that his arrogance became part of his charm. How I had wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. I had tried, but ultimately, I believed I failed because if I knew him, he was likely lying in bed, grinning as he thought about how easily I allowed him to seduce me again.

“I don’t think we have anything to worry about, but if you’re still unsure, let’s get our ducks in a row before we go downstairs.”

“Can I at least shower?” I asked her, and when she let me go, I wriggled out of bed. I grimaced once or twice at the soreness, and when I made it to the bathroom, I almost hated to wash his fingerprints off of me. I turned to the sides and could see where he’d gripped my hips while fucking me. It hadn’t felt so rough at the time, but seeing as I bore evidence of it now, I knew that he was.

When I turned on the water, I was still surprised at how hot it got so quickly. I shook my head and stepped under the spray. I expelled a few breaths, then leaned back against the cooler wall of tile, my thoughts immediately returning to the night before. I’d never be able to erase those memories from my mind, and that made me scowl. Of all damn men to give the time of day to, why oh why had I allowed it to be him.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

My hands moved to my breasts and I squeezed them much as he had, but my touch lacked his finesse. They physically ached, as did the area between my legs.

My core clenched, and as much as I was reminded of him fucking me, I knew I had a few more days to endure. Unfortunately, that was exactly how many of them I had left before this competition was over.

My thoughts then turned to something Reece had said, and while she pretended I had misinterpreted her, I suspected I had hit the nail right on the head. She thought my sleeping with him would at least keep us in the competition longer. After all, he seemed to be settled in here and I hadn’t seen any other woman taking a walk of shame out of here, so he had to be alone.

I could fuck him every night until the end, but if he chose someone else over me after that… I didn’t even want to think about it. I needed this contract even more than the others did. Most of them worked in area restaurants, while I catered out of my studio apartment and scrimped and scratched for every cent I could, just to make ends meet.

The clothes and confidence I tried to wear since arriving here were nothing more than a facade encouraged by my bestie. I wasn’t this promiscuous dick-tease, and I certainly didn’t even have my ducks in a row. Hell, most of them had taken off, and I was left with a wounded one and possibly a few pigeons.

Jonas had this impression I was all put together, but it was the farthest thing from the truth. He didn’t know how fucked up I was in the head. As it was, I took a cocktail of medicine, and without it, I was likely to go off the rails and hurt myself, if not someone else. Despite it, I accepted my condition and tried my best to live a normal life, but the fear that gripped me about losing control was never far from my mind.

Trust was taboo for me after what Jonas did to me. I let out a sarcastic laugh. He had become as successful as I always knew he would, and if things had been different and I’d been more to him than some toy, then maybe we might’ve ended up together after all. If we had, though, I would be the one lying in bed at four a. m. each night, unable to reach him. He’d be off at clubs and parties with other women in his arms, and I’d be at home with the same hole in my chest that I left that roof with. It’d always end up that way unless one of us did something to alter fate.

Could I set things straight with him now so that everything would be out on the table? I wanted to, and knowing what I had to do, I grabbed the soap and began to wash. I needed him to know that last night had just been two adults acting on impulse and not some calculated move by me to further my stock. If I won the contract, I needed to know I had done it on my own, and not because he liked the way I deep-throated his cock.

His taste was so addictive, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to touch him more. I want him. God help me, but I do. I buried my face in my hands, and when the water ran cold, I turned it off, then got out of the shower. I needed to talk to Jonas before the competition advances. It was the only way I’d be able to even concentrate today.