Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Would this little game of Reece’s make me crack again? As I stepped out of the elevator once the doors opened, I ambled back to my room. My steps faltered once or twice, and I couldn’t wait to get out of these heels. I almost wished I knew where Reece had run off to because I didn’t want to have to wear these if I needed to go find her.

I decided to change shoes, then I would go back to the roof. If I was lucky, Jonas would be busy with some other woman, and I wouldn’t be so tempted to push him off the rooftop to his death. Sure, he played me for a fool when we were younger, but the price I had to pay for trusting the leech was one much greater than the one he had to pay. If it had been anyone else to have done something so despicable, they would’ve at least been suspended, but when I asked my mother what had happened to him, she had shaken her head. I later learned nothing had happened because the Courtlands had a fucking building, and their legacy spoke volumes. Mine did, too, and I was probably the example they brought up to other girls to this very day.

I pulled my key card out of my pocket and slid it into the door. As soon as I stepped into the room, I came to a stop. There, on the bed was Reece and an up-and-coming chef that had once been on one of those network cooking shows.

“Kenzie!” Reece cried out, stricken as soon as she saw me. “I-I can explain,” she stammered.

The guy pulled the blanket tighter around them as I stood there with my mouth agape. I knew she had mentioned seeing someone she knew, but I had thought it was a lie to give Jonas and my privacy.

“Kenzie, I…” she started, then paused. By the way, she moaned right after, I knew he was still inside of her.

Sense finally returned and I immediately turned around. She called out to me again, but I fled from the room. I had no idea where to go, but the rooftop wasn’t an option. The hotel hadn’t opened yet to the public, but from what we were told at check-in, all the amenities were available to us. I could go downstairs to the indoor pool, or take out my anger in the fitness center, but I slipped my heels off and carried them with me back to the elevator. I took it down to the ground floor, and within minutes, I was walking along one of the nearby piers.

I paced back and forth as a form of meditation and only stopped when a sudden pain made me. I lifted my bare foot and grimaced when I noticed the splinter I now had. There was a bench not far away, so I hobbled over to it and sat down. It didn’t take long to pull it out, and I cursed inwardly at the soreness I would now have tomorrow, especially when I would need to be on my feet for several hours during the first challenge.

I needed this gig, but if it was up to Jonas Courtland, I’d never get it, especially if I didn’t fuck him. Hell, there was no saying I would even if I did. Nothing seemed to have changed with him over the last decade, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he intended to string me along, then rip everything away. A negative cloud hung over my head and my shoulders sagged.

No, not this time, I thought. If anyone was going to end up fucked and without lube, it sure as hell wouldn’t be me. I’d make him pay for something for the first time in his life, and I wouldn’t do it at the expense of my career. Perhaps my pride would take a bit of a hit, but in the end, it would be worth it once he was ruined once and for all.

Now, about this Titan stuff. I pulled out my phone and swiped the messages from Reece as I intended to ignore her for the time being. I pulled up the internet and when the word brought up basic information, I added his name to it and went from no useable results to about fifty million of them. Clicking on images, my heart clenched painfully in my chest at the sight of him living it up with different girls on his arm each time.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jonas was still so damn gorgeous, the years doing nothing but making him even more irresistible. He was so recognizable with his bright red hair and piercing hazel eyes. I continued to skim over the many photos of him, and I saw him in various states of dress and undress. He was casually styled in some, half naked in others, and then there were the suits. He gave brand-new meaning to the words “sharp dressed man.” Beyond the outer exterior, I could see the one thing that hadn’t changed. He was smirking in nearly every one of those photographs, and it was that arrogant expression I wanted to wipe off of his face at the end.

I had just made up my mind fully because honestly speaking, I’d been on the fence with Reece’s idea until this very second. I closed my eyes and tried to picture him in pieces. God, it would be such a beautiful sight, and in his moments of weakness, I would exploit his fame and finally be able to claim vengeance as I slayed this monster from my past.

Fuck, the monster might be a bit exaggerated, but he was a bastard. I kept my eyes closed, and remembered back to our encounters earlier tonight. The wind blowing around me was cool, but if I focused on those stolen moments, I could almost pretend it was his breath. I remembered the feel of his tongue on me, especially my ear, and I couldn’t help but allow my mind to drift even farther down the rabbit hole.

As I imagined that same wicked mouth on mine, then lower to my neck and even breasts, I let a soft moan slip out. My hands moved to the top of my shirt to a place where I was now imagining his lips and teeth. He’d graze my collarbone and when my fingers slipped to my nipples, they were hard and aching. I pinched them together and imagined they were his teeth as he bit down on them. I rubbed my thighs together. I was so fucking horny, but I couldn’t let my aroused state weaken me. This was a game, and I’d need to keep my poker face on at all times, except maybe now when I could let my overactive imagination help me take the edge off.

One of my hands slid lower, and I cursed the tight leather pants I had chosen to wear. I rubbed myself through them since I couldn’t touch my bare, wet flesh. I still had my eyes closed, squeezing my lids tighter as I thought about the shirtless photographs I’d just seen of Jonas. He’d always been in stellar shape, even back in high school. He came from a family of athletes, and it was not surprising he’d maintained his physique. I was now picturing all that hard muscle under my palms as he rose above me. He’d spread my legs apart, then…

“There you go, Kenzie. I’ve been looking all over for you,” Reece told me as she intruded on my private moment.

Unsure of how much she saw or heard, my eyes flew open and I thrust my hands to my side. “I didn’t know you were in the room. I would-”

“I thought you might’ve gone back to Jonas’s room, and seeing an ex-lover from my past, I wanted to throw a little something on him for old time’s sake. I’m sorry.”

I let out a sigh. “I told you I wasn’t going to have sex with Jonas. I simply plan to fuck with him.”

“Fuck him… fuck with him… They mean the same things to me,” she replied.

“I’m going to make him beg for it, and once he does, I will turn him down.”

That plan sounded so damn easy. For all I know, though, he might just move on to the next available woman if I did. Still, I had to try, and if he chose to go somewhere else, I would have to seduce him back until he suffered enough.

“You’re only hurting yourself, Kenzie. Give that man a piece and get him sprung.”

I laughed. “You watch too much television. You-”

“I watch porn,” she interrupted. “And your little solo performance was kind of hot. I-”

“You must’ve sent your lover away too early. No worries, though. I was just sitting here thinking about things. I wasn’t doing-”

“Uh-huh.” She snickered. “And I know exactly who you were thinking about.”

“We have an early morning. Let’s go back to the room.”

As we headed back toward the hotel, I heard her alternating between moaning and making kissing sounds. I didn’t know what to do with her at times, but as we passed a Courtland Hospitality Group sign, I was glad she was here with me.