Victoria The Billionaires Maid

I took the elevator downstairs and when I entered the parking garage, my favorite sportscar was parked in the first space in front of an engraved plaque that read ‘CEO’. At just twenty-nine years old, I ran a successful company. It was hard to believe, especially since I was such a dumbass while growing up. Once I didn’t have sports to distract me anymore, I buckled down and focused on my studies. I learned everything I needed to to run a place like the Courtland Hospitality Group. The day I’d had my name added to the title had been one of my brightest moments, even more so than my three graduations.

I hit the keyless unlock button on the key fob and got behind the wheel. Because Oliver had been running late, forcing me to stay at his office longer than I’d anticipated, I didn’t have time to go home and change clothes before meeting up with some of the other Titans. It was just a few shots after all. When finished with that, I’d go home and try to get some much-needed sleep.

Starting the car, I left the confines of the parking garage and soon was out on the city streets. It didn’t take long to get to the Vault, which was an institution among those in my circle. The nightclub was owned by Mason Steele, who I’d known for almost my entire adult life. We were usually inseparable, but that had been before Rhyann Ward came along. She made my friend happy, though. If he wanted to play house, who was I to deny him that? What worked for him and my other two closest friends didn’t for me, and it never would.

Downtown NYC was a madhouse this time of night and parking was limited. I lucked out when a BMW was leaving just as I pulled up. I quickly parked in the space, then headed inside. I didn’t need to wonder where the Titans were gathered because I already knew. A new Titan had been added to the local ranks, and he was not unknown to me at all.

Kristopher Simon still had the same shit-eating grin on his face I’d become used to over the years. We’d met in our freshman year of high school, and bonded once we both found out we’d lost our virginity to the same cheerleader on the varsity team. Now, he was married to Hayley Banks and was some hotshot doctor at NYU.

Like me, he’d always been a bit insufferable, but after meeting one of the Queen Bitches, he’d allowed himself to get ensnared in her web, and there was little I could say to warn him. The damage had been done already, especially since the two were now expecting a child together. Despite turning in his bachelor card, the two of us still had a lot in common. Judging his closeness to the other Titans, it looked like they also shared things in common.

Kris had an older brother like I did, and both of them had a certain reputation at Spencer, so it was pretty much a given that we’d follow in their footsteps. High school parties with booze and sex became the norm and maybe it’d been the sheer number of partners or the alcohol itself, but I couldn’t even recall most of them. All I knew was that I and my friends had worked our way through the JV and varsity cheerleading squads before moving on to the various girls’ athletic teams. Like the Simons and Courtlands before us, we ran the school, so when I was challenged by Kris to do the unthinkable, I eagerly accepted. I wanted to be even more legendary than Logan, and I supposed I still was, considering what had happened days after my senior prom. That day was one I kept buried in the deep recesses of my mind for many reasons, none of which mattered anymore.

“What the hell are you looking at, man?” I asked him as I took a seat beside him on the stage.

Kris chuckled, but he didn’t say anything in response. I shook my head in amusement before looking up to see one of the dancers come on stage to perform. I smirked at the redhead. What they said about us in bed was true. I knew it had been when it came to me, but as I watched Allison Porter grab the pole, my dick hardened at the memory of how wild she’d been with me that one night. She was into kinky shit, everything from whips to chains. She wanted to be tied up and spanked, which I had been more than happy to do for her. I’d fucked her tight pussy so hard it’d taken her hours to gain enough strength to slip out in the early morning hours.

I smirked at Mason, especially because his woman was best friends with Allison. Like men, most women talked, and I didn’t even need to know what they said or thought about me. I had enough notches on multiple bedposts, so I didn’t need validation. Fucking a woman to exhaustion was all the proof I needed. A woman had never faked anything with me, and she’d never have to.

“Going back for seconds?” Anton asked.

I grinned at him, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. It was common knowledge among the men that I preferred one-night stands. They were a lot less sticky, and they presented little problems. God knows I had avoided my fair share of trouble over the years except for the end of my senior year of high school because of Kristopher’s dare. Once Mackenzie Broderick left school, my place in Spencer’s history was cemented. I’d never allowed myself to fall into that kind of trap again, and I had no intentions of starting now.

I also wouldn’t let my past drag down my evening. Mason had never liked to mix business with pleasure, which simply meant there were more employees at the Vault for me to choose from. The newest waitress was looking fucking hot in her leather skirt and lace corset. She stopped in front of the table, and I had a good idea of what she was thinking simply by the way she looked at me. I smirked, especially when she leaned across the table and showed glimpses of her surgically enhanced rack.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Need a drink, hun?” she asked.

I gave her a curt nod, then turned back to the other Titans. Drinks were already in front of them, and I decided to order the same. She disappeared but quickly returned with a glass of the Dalmore 18 YR Scotch. We all grabbed our shots and tipped them back before starting a conversation about my upcoming trip to Cali. We talked for a while before I came up with an excuse to leave. It was getting late and when the others had become engrossed in a conversation, I asked our waitress what time she’ll be off.

It happened to be now, so I waited out front for her while she clocked out in the back. When she stepped outside, my eyes traveled over her scantily clad body. Smirking, I opened the door to the taxi, then let her rattle off the address to her place. In the morning, I’d be sober enough to return to the Vault for my car, then I’d catch the red eye to Los Angeles. Tonight, I’d just do the norm and fuck her to multiple orgasms, then forget her name by morning.