Maid for You (The Billionaire's Maid) - Page 19

This bullshit needs to be over. I think to myself as I walk through the event shaking hands and smiling with my teeth grinding together. We have been here for an hour, and I regret every single second of it. I spent the better part of the day, once I knew we had to come here, worrying about her and the fucking scum that attends these events hurting her fragile heart, but the joke's on me. She fucking opened up like a newly sun kissed tulip and she has been the highlight of this event since. Everyone I introduce her to gives me the same look, ‘You better keep this one for yourself.” I simply smile, grab her by her waist and move on to the next person. I find I am not so fond of having her walk in a room with other men gawking at her.

Like now, she is across the room talking to the chairman of the National Library Association, while I am on the other side of the room pretending to give a shit what the Vice President of the United States has to say about my proposal. We were seated next to Carlson Webber, the library douche, at the intro of the evening. I was called on stage to give a speech since technically this was my office's event, and while I was doing that, he was getting acquainted with my wallflower.

I watched from the stage, hiding my irritation and the need to stand there beating my chest so he knows I am the biggest dick in the room. I watched as she laughed at something he said, and I forwent the long speech William had written and went back to the table. When I got back there, she was flushed, out of breath from laughing so hard and I was consumed by jealousy and the overpowering need to wrench her from her seat and fuck her in the hallway of the Waldorf Astoria, banging screams from her mouth, listening to them echo through the building as I reinforce, she belongs to me.

Now, here I am brooding as he adds his number to her phone, I assume. “So, Governor, what do you think?” I look at him like he just interrupted the best wet dream because he did. “Cochran, did you hear me?” I certainly did not. Asshole has his hand on my girls back like she belongs to him, and I am fucking done. Thank God I have a standing lease for the penthouse of this place. There is no way we are going to my house.

“Send all the information to my secretary. If you will excuse me.” I storm across the room, ignoring any further attempts at getting my attention. Her back is to me as she and the dead fuck touching her chat it up with the Head of the hospital, which the charity event is for.

“Ah, there you are, Governor. I was just telling Miss Reyes, here…” I don’t give a shit.

“I’m sure it was interesting. My accountant will have the check from the event ready for you. Now if you will, Miss Reyes and I are leaving. Wrapping my arm around her I pull her from the clutches of the vermin and guide her toward the elevator. Her feet shuffles as she struggles to keep up and I have to stay mindful she is in heels.

“Blake. Blake, is everything ok?”

“No, it is not fucking ok.” The elevator door closes, and I swing her against the wall of the hard steel. Her legs wrap around me, and I shove against her scorching hot cunt, hands in her hair destroying her perfectly coiffed locks, salivating as they fall from the up style, draping like melted chocolate around her shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Where are we going?” She seems genuinely confused and I know this is not her fault, but I have spent the past couple of hours watching another man's hands on her and I no longer belong to myself. I am now a slave, a heathen at her feet, dragging myself through the mud for her.

“What’s wrong? Everything is wrong, little flower. You enjoyed watching me wilt across the room, skin ripping with every slide of his hand on your back. Every whisper in your ear was a piece of my soul being seared and blended, turning me into the monster who has you pinned against the wall, primed to take that cherry, bust it wide open and declare you dirty, my flower.”

“Blake, I didn’t. Oh GOD!!” My fingers slide into her dripping, sloppy wet cunt and she screams into my ear, sobbing at the intrusion but squeezing my thick digits with her virgin pussy.

“Yes, baby. Say my name and no one else’s ever!” My thumb torments her clit while my finger imitates what my cock is going to be doing. Thank fuck this is a private elevator that opens into the penthouse. I can’t stop now even if there was an audience. Holding her in my arms, I walk into the suite, our kisses sloppy and desperate. The bedroom, right off the foyer is the first door. Reluctantly I pull my drenched, sticky finger from her pussy and lay her on the bed. I watch her eyes become hooded as I suck her honey from my fingers. “I knew you would taste like melted sugar and sunshine.”

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