?The Billionaire Son?
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(Home Alone with his Maids)
Chapter one
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*Mike POV*.
“What kind of food is this”. I muttered as I taste the food. She has started again with her bad cooking skill. Instead of her to employ someone who will be helping her out in the kitchen, she insisted in cooking it herself.
My dad had suggested she should go to catering school to learn how to cook but she refused, she doesn’t want to employ any maid in fear of loosing her Billionaire huaband to any girl.
Sometimes I pity my dad, married but always eat outside. He seems not be much worried over the issue as he always focuses on his business.
My sister use to help out when she’s around, but at the moment, she’s back to school. Am home with dad and mom.
Soon they will be traveling to Dubai for 3 months vacation. I wonder how am going to adjust.
“What did I heard from the kitchen”. She said as she walked out of the kitchen with her own plate of food. My dad had left without eating anything.
“When will you start cooking good food I’m this house” I said.
Always complaining, Why don’t you go and cook it your self? She replied.
“I would have, you know I don’t know how to cook”. I said.
“You would have learned if you were always in the kitchen with me when you were small, but you don’t, always waiting to be served”. She replied.
Always in the kitchen with who? You?… It’s better I didn’t learn from you at all. What will i learn from you.? How to add much pepper and 1 maggi in a big pot of soup ? It’s either the salt is much or…..
Or what? “She cuts in”.
” I can see that you are not hungry. If you are not re-ady to eat, keep my food for me”. She said.
“You know I only eat your food Cus I don’t eat outside. I only your food when am deadly hungry”. I fired.
?I normally don’t eat outside, my stomach have adapt to her food. I developes stomach problem whenever I eats outside due to excess maggi most restaurants adds in their food. ?
“Now that we are traveling tomorrow, that means you will die because nob©dy will be cooking for you”. She said.
“Am not that worried, I have plans” I said.
“Which is ?” She asked looking at me in the eyes.
No nee-d to tell you, just know that your son will survive.
I hope it’s not what am thinking cus you must marry anyb©dy you impregnate. She said.
Mom?…
Son?… I can see it in your eyes. After we were gone now. You will bring a girl in and she will be cooking for you. Just be very Careful.
“Mommy? I know am not that into girls”. I said.
“I know, but the spirit will come once we are out”. She replied.
“U are very funny”. I said laughing.
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The next day, after driving them to the airport. I br@nched to the nearby market and bought maids wear of different sizes.
I drove home quic-kly and made a notice board written “COOKING and HOUSE CLEANER nee-dED URGENTLY!!! DAILY PAYMANTS: 5k, FEMALE ONLY! ” and placed it outside our hvge gate.
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Chapter 2
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It was almost 6 o’clock by now, I had been holding interviews few hours after I placed the notice board.
I was looking for a beautiful one with good manner, preferably one who was easy on the eyes.
I had met with 7 ladies, none of whom were all that attrac-tive. I sighed, sinking into my seat as i fli-pped the page in my notebook to see who was last.
I’ve ordered the gateman not to open the gate to anyone once its 6pm.
I checked my watch, watching the second hand hit the t©p of the hour, while simultaneously hearing a knock on my door.
“You can come in”. I said.
I looked as she step in. She is tall, fair, and very beautiful, looking like she’s 17-19. She’s just perfect.
“H-hi” she stammered, “I’m- my name is Jennifer, I’m here for a housekeeping position” She said nervously.
I went about the usual conversation for an interview, went over references, and pla-yed the p@rt. I knew she was perfect though, she was so young and shy, eager to do well. I stood up a shook her hand, smiling.
“Well, it seems like you are the right girl for the job. Can you start tomorrow?”
“Y-yes! Of course!” She chimed, very excited. “Thank you so much!
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I drove out thereafter to visit my friend and on my way back, I remembered there’s no food in the house except the nons-en-se my mom cooked before leaving.
While I was thinking all this, I reached the familiar roundabout near my home. I took the road that would take me home and pressed on the pedal, soon I could see m
Our mansion in the distance.
The place where we live is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, all the residents here are honest and ha-rd working people who retired to their homes early.
I drove in as the gateman opened the gate, he opened the garage doors, and I parked my car inside. The door to the house from the garage was locked. Who maid must have locked the door.
“Thomas!” I shouted.
?Thomas is our gateman, a university graduate, he’s fair, hvge and muscular ? ?
“Sir you called me”. He said as he walked closer.
“How come the door is locked? “. I asked.
“I thought you are aware sir. I young lady c@m£ few moment after you drove out and said that madam s£nt her to come and stay with you”. He said.
“Hmmm stay with me? She didn’t mention of bringing any girl, even after I told her I have plans.
But did you call her to verify?. I asked.
“Yes sir, she said she’s aware, that I should let her in” He said.
“She’s even with the keys”? I asked.
“Am even surprise cus she c@m£ with her bags. The way I saw her, is like she’s here to stay for a long time”. He said.
“This is serious. You can go”. I said.
I went to the front door and rang the bell. There was no answer so I rang it again. This time I heard footsteps and the peephole darkened, shortly thereafter the door opened.
The view almost made me ¢v-m in my p@n-ts.
“Welcome home sir.” She greeted me wearing a bright smile and a revea-ling black and white maid dress with lace trimmings.
The dress was a size smaller than she would actually nee-d, her br**sts overflowing from the t©p and it was cut so low you could even see the t©p of her light pink aureoles.
The Sk-irt ended abruptly, ba-rely ma-king it to her th!ghs. There were lace trimmings on the Sk-irt, on her sleeves and the area near her voluptuous bosom.
She moved aside to made way for me.
“Hmm.., so what’s your name?” I asked giving her an once-over as I walked in.
“You can call me Joy, Sir.” She replied. “Ma’am has given me strict orders to take care of you in her abs£nce so plea-se feel free to order me to do anything you want.”
I walked to the sofa in the dining room and crashed.
“Would you like some tea Sir?” She asked she stood in front of me in her cle-avagerevea-ling dress, with a cute smile all over her face.
Chai, what have I gotten myself into. Temptation.
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?The Billionaire Son?
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(Home Alone With His Maids)
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Chapter 3
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I walked to the sofa in the dining room and crashed. Joy in her cle-avagerevea-ling dress c@m£ and asked, “Would you like some tea Sir?”
“Umm… Yes, that would be great. But that’s not really what I want to take now.
I won’t stress you tonight by cooking, maybe you will start tomorrow morning”. I said.
She turned to leave and I noticed her extremely short Sk-irt, which was unable to cover her ample bottom. As she sauntered towards the kitchen, I couldn’t peel my eyes off her long athletic legs encased in lace-t©p sheer seamed stockings.
? Is she here to actually work or work? Did my mom know she’s a se-ductress? What type of girl is this. Maybe she is here for my be-d work. She must be very sweet in be-d?
When she returned with the tea and bent to put the tray on the table, I was rewarded with the view of her overflowing cleavage.
She brou-ght the cu-p set that we don’t normally use. It was my mom favorite and most valued item, which her mom gifted her as a wedding gift.
She caught me looking at her cle-avagebut didn’t try to straighten or cover up.
Instead, she gave me a very s£dûçt!vesmile and continued pouring tea in the cu-p from the pot.
? what is she trying to do? s£dûç£me?
This girl really know what she’s doing. Very talented. But she should have calm down first.?
“How much sugar, Sir?”
My inspection of her b0ss0mwas interrupted by her sudden question. I replied somewhat embarras-sed, “One teaspoon plea-se.”
She poured a teaspoon of sugar in the tea with her perfectly manicured f!ngers, her nails nicely painted pink with glitter. She stirred the tea a bit longer than necessary giving me ample time to finish inspecting her oranges.
“Here’s your tea Sir.” She handed me the cu-p with a sly grin and took the tray to the kitchen.
As I sipped the h0t tea down my throat, beads of perspiration formed on my forehead, more from excitement than heat and I felt a little giddy.
My heart began to race and I felt a little out of breath, blood coursed to the wrong p@rt of my b©dy.
I looked at the tea with suspicion and smelled it, but I couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
My arou-sedstate also didn’t help matters. The blatant exhibitionism by Jenny had made me ha-rd and extremely hor-ny.
? gr-ab and maul her ample brea-sts and a** until she screamed in pain and then pu-ll her on your l@p, hike her filthy Sk-irt up, and explore her hole with your machine in doggy style ?
These extremely dirty thoughts caused a noticeable bulge in my p@n-ts. I adjusted my bulldozer so that it was not facing upwards.
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Chapter 4
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I must have been lost in my dirty thoughts when she c@m£ back. So when she t©uçhed my forehead and asked, “Are you all right Sir, you look flu-shed?” I dropped the cu-p of tea on my shi-t and it spilled down to my trou-ser.
I sprang straight up as a knee j£rk reaction and the bulge in my p@n-t was pointing out, as if trying to accuse her of this sudden intrusion of my privacy by tou-ching me, but I knew it was more than that.
“OH MY GOD! I am sorry! Did I startle you Sir? I’m so sorry. I c@m£ in I saw you looking flu-shed and I wanted to see whether you were feeling alright. plea-se am sorry! I will clean this mess up in no time and make up for it, I promise.
We were lucky that the cu-p didn’t break in all this commotion as it fell on the sofa after bouncing of off me, otherwise we would all have been in trouble.
She took the clean towel hanging from the belt in her dress and started to wipe the stains of tea from my shi-t. I stood there with my machine struggling to be freed from captivity.
Joy was quite shorter than me in height but she was wearing black stilettos which put her to my level. I was concentrating ha-rd not to think about… well, about things I would like to do to , so that my bulldozer would soften down but her perfume was ma-king the job ha-rder.
I tried to remember about the quarterly report, my schedule for Monday, but I failed miserably as her oranges were so close to my b©dy.
? “Grope them. Lift her Sk-irt and fondle her a*s-cheeks while ni-bbling on her ear lobe, ma-king her m0@n “. My dirty mind keep telling me.?
I am surely not going to lose that boner with these thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to push her away from me but she had other plans.
At first, I thought I was imagining things but slowly I noticed she was coming closer and closer to me while wiping the stains. Seconds turned to minutes but she kept on wiping, inching slowly towards me until her luscious brea-sts with significantly long and £r£¢tn!ppl!s brushed my che-st.
My odogwu twitched at this and her hands slid lower than necessary until they brushed ever so lightly on my bulldozer. “Feeling good Sir?” she asked me in hushed tone. .
? She is a wily se-ductress who was tra-pping me with her charms like a spider tra-ps its prey with its thre-ad. No girl have ever s£dûç£d me up to this point. ?
?Joy pov?
Looking at the situation at the moment, it seems like am finally going to get what I wanted. All I nee-d is his sp-erm . My missionis to get pregnant for him as my mom advised me.
“If you get pregnant for him, you Will surely marry him”. My mom said.
?His mom visited us 2 days ego and I heard them discussing about the long vacation. I interrupted and offered to stay with him.?
My mom is his mother’s close friend. We are rich but not close to them. They are Billionaires, the only Billionaires in state.
I started to clean the mess on his trou-ser as I dropped on my kneels facing him. I took my time wiping it se-ductively. I can see his d*ick struggling to be re-leased from the fabric.
I looked up at him. He was looking upward at the ceiling, probably thinking about something. I continue what am doing, occasionally brushing over his d*ick. As I gained confident, I reached up and un-buckled his belt.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he seem to come back from wonderland.
“I don’t mean to hurt you, I think the tea might have messed your bo-xers too. I hope you won’t mind….Lemme take it care of it”. I said removing his belt.
As I proceed to unZi-p him, He caught hold of my hand ??
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TBC…