Warning 18+ Content
“This is ridiculous!” I argue as I continue scrubbing the lounge chair near the beautiful blue pool.
The mansion looks like it’s made of pure silver and glass windows that extend from floor to ceiling on every damn level. The patio, or whatever it’s called overlooks the Atlantic Ocean and I am jealous.
I shake my head as my arm begins to hurt from trying to scrub the stupidest little blemish on a chair that probably costs more than McKenzie’s car…or my new car.
“How did I let you talk me into this?” I yell. “I mean, the job itself isn’t so bad, but what rich people expect us to clean is just dumb!”
McKenzie pops her head out of the sliding doors, a wide smile on her face as she holds a bucket of soapy water and a brush in her other hand.
“It’s good-paying work!” She argues with a friendly smile. “You moved in three days ago and you’ve made how much already? Just scrub the damn chair and be grateful!”
I sigh, knowing the sunny, warm, and overall good-feeling day makes me somewhat enjoy this job. I never imagined cleaning a billionaire's home sitting next to the Atlantic Ocean, but here I am.
McKenzie quickly spins around, stepping back into the house. “Mr. Deacon!” She says as she walks further in, her voice becoming quieter.
I stop scrubbing the chair and try listening in. A male voice is in the house, talking to her. I assume it’s the owner of the place. Are they arguing?
I push myself a little forward, sliding the chair against the cement with me. I turn my ear in the direction of the entryway, hoping to hear whatever they might be talking or arguing about.
“I had it on the nightstand.” The man argues in what sounds like slight anger. “I know where it was, and I’ve known you for a while, McKenzie, but if that camera shows you stole it.”
“I didn’t take it!” She pleads. “Watch the camera. And my friend didn’t take it either!”
“What friend?” He questions. I can see a silhouette of him as he steps closer to the patio doors. “There’s another one of you here?”
“Yes!” McKenzie explains and pauses. “Cassie. She’s my best friend and she didn’t take it either…Devin! You know me well enough to know I would never do that!”
The door slides open, revealing a man in what looks like an expensive dress suit. Dark blue with black dress shoes. He is very fit to the point that I can almost see the muscle lines through his suit. He has freshly cut jet-black hair and a clean-shaven face. His jawline is very well-defined as he turns toward me, and now I see it. His eyes!
I freeze in place, staring like an idiot at him. His beautiful ocean-blue eyes mesmerize me. I cannot think, move, or breathe. He is stunning. Forget the fact that this guy probably has more money than anyone I have ever met, he’s unbelievably gorgeous.
Why are rich people always so stupidly attractive? It is like a stupid movie! A rich billionaire looks like the hottest guy on the planet, and I am scrubbing a damn chair!
“Never mind, McKenzie!” He says as he turns toward me, sliding a flash drive from his pocket. “I’m so sorry! It was in my pocket! You can kick my ass later.”
“I wasn’t worried!” McKenzie says with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “That’s my friend Cassie, by the way!”
His eyes instantly connect to mine, making it even more difficult for me to move. He pauses. His lips are pursed tight together as he stares at me like he is seeing gold for the first time in his life. He slowly steps one foot forward, confusion building on his face.
Another giant lump begins building in my throat. The scratchiness forces me to swallow a hard, sandpaper feeling swallow. Am I nervous? I’m never nervous. Why is he making me feel nervous?
“I’m…” He says and pauses, seeming lost while shaking his head. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
“Cassie.” I softly spit out the words. “I’m new.”
There’s a flutter in my heart as my eyes stay connected to his. My words seem lost as I want to speak, and my body feels slightly tingly.
“You’re gorgeous.” He admits, sliding his hand from his pocket, not taking his eyes from mine. “I’m sorry. I usually don’t randomly tell women that I’ve never met, that they are gorgeous, but you…”
“Cassie?” He says and steps another foot toward me. “Beautiful name too. I’m sorry if it seems cheesy, but I’m just…” He pauses and his smile grows. “I’m single. I recently got over a toxic relationship, and I am not looking for a relationship, but how would dinner with me tonight, sound?”
“Nice to meet you too,” McKenzie says with sarcasm radiating from her tone as she pokes her head out. “Ever hear of meeting someone first, Devin?”
“McKenzie!” I quickly argue, trying to yell at her with my widening eyes. “He’s your boss!”
I step back, quickly trip, and fall backward. My body hits against the chilly water. The pool sucks me in, and I immediately suck in a large gulp of water, causing me to choke. My lungs fill with water as I try breathing in.
Another splash of water pushes me deeper as my vision begins to turn black. I can see a pair of legs swimming toward me, but it’s too late, the water filling my lungs makes it impossible to breathe.
My heart races even as I begin to slowly fade out. I’m still trying to fight my way to the top of the pool. Is this it? Am I going to die in a fucking swimming pool? Everything slowly goes black.
“Is she alive?” I hear McKenzie ask as I slowly begin opening my eyes.The warm cement kind of burns against my back as I cough up the bit of water still stuck inside of me.“I’ve been certified for these things.” A male voice answers. "She'll be just fine."I fully open my eyes and see beautiful but piercing brown eyes staring right back into mine. Devin is hovering over me, his clothes soaking wet. His expensive-looking jacket is drenched and dripping water onto me. His warm smile makes me want him to continue CPR on me.“What happened?” I ask, slowly trying to sit up. “How in the hell did I manage to fall into that pool?”McKenzie raises her hand like we are in class. “You tripped over the hose the caretaker left out. I’m going to kick his ass. I should kick your ass too, Devin!”“Why me?” Devin asks, confusion radiating in his expression.“McKenzie!” I argue as I continue to stare at Devin and his powerful manly look. “He just saved my life! And he’s your boss.”“It’s okay!” Devin
“Devin? I got lost coming back from the bathroom.” I yell as I walk through the hallway of this giant mansion.I don’t know whether I am in his house or the white house, this place is so fancy and large, and I feel like if I touch anything, I’m going to have to take out a loan to clean it off…and I’m the maid for this place.The marble floors, lofty ceilings, greyish-white walls, and beautiful large pictures remind me of a movie. I know I’ve been here once already, but I never paid attention to its beauty. I was too busy cleaning it to admire it.“I just finished the pizza!” He announces as he quickly walks past the hallway and toward the dining room. “Follow me.”I swallow the golf ball-sized knot trying to build in my throat. The scratchiness makes it even harder for me to want to speak. He has me nervous and I never get nervous for dates…ever! Who is this guy and why am I so damn nervous around him?As I turn into the dining room, two beautiful chandeliers hang from the decorative
His liking to fuck isn’t that big of a deal. So, I am kind of confused as to why he’s making it a big deal unless he has an overly large… big deal in his pants.Scoffing again, I lean forward. “That’s your big secret?” I say and look around the dining room while trying to contain the small laugh wanting to come out of me.He takes a deep breath and exhales, looking relieved. “Yes. That is my big secret.”“That’s not that big of a deal,” I argue as curiosity runs through me. “I think the majority of people enjoy fucking. I haven’t had many relationships, but I like to fuck. It’s…”I pause again. “Why is this even a secret?”“Because you’re not catching on.” He argues. “I like to fuck…a lot!”Rubbing my fingers around my temple, like I’m annoyed and confused is showing him it’s not a big deal to me. But maybe I am the one missing something about his admittance.“Some people like a lot of sex.” I say, only confirming to him I don’t find it to be a big deal.“Cassie…” He pauses, stepping c
“You’re weak!” McKenzie argues as she dusts off the grand piano. “You two kissed, he admitted to you he’s a little obsessed with sex, and you freaked out and left?”“Yes! McKenzie!” I argue while I try scrubbing the toilet in this tiny spare bathroom. “We kissed and I left him. And he admitted to me about the sex thing before we kissed. Why does it matter?”Her scoff echoes through the living room. “When’s the last time you had a dick in you?”“I don’t know!” I yell back and set the scrub brush on the floor. “I’m not too concerned with it. I’m not a horny freak like you are!”“Like me?” She argues back. “Girl! I have a one-night stand once in a great while! I am not a horny freak! I’m just saying, get yourself some dick!”As I push myself off the floor, I feel this small rush of excitement inside of me. This bathroom in this mansion is only a small reminder of how big Devin's house is and how big his want for me also is and it’s bringing back memories of the other night and that damn
The golf ball-sized knot in my throat is hard to swallow. I’m stuck putting on a fake smile, even though I’m not sure why I am putting on a fake smile, I could care less about John.I push the cart forward as I keep my eye on him. He reaches for something from the dairy aisle, and I am questioning if I just want to put the cart back and leave. He’s bothered me three times, and I’m waiting for his creepy ass to continue trying. He’s literally walking with me, more and less stalking me.“What do you think of spaghetti?” He questions as he steps up to my side. “How about one dinner with me? Just one, Cassie. I’m not a bad guy or anything and you look like the type of girl who enjoys spaghetti or pizza for dinner.”As I push my cart forward, trying to ignore him, but still be polite, I feel like he’s just going to shove his cart into mine, stopping me in place at some point.“I told you, and McKenzie told you,” I argue and shake my head as I grow more annoyed. “I am seeing someone.”“Then
As I sit on Devin’s couch, I can’t help but wonder if this is a good idea. I mean…every part of me thinks it’s an amazing idea, yet…I’m not ready to get into any type of relationship with anyone. And I don’t think he is either.“It’s a red wine.” He yells back from the kitchen. “Does that sound good? Château Lafite?”“You’re funny!” I yell back. “I know exactly what kind of wine that is and those bottles go for close to two hundred thousand dollars!”“And I’m a billionaire.” He argues, pushing his wealth, which I hate when people do that.“Sure!” I yell back. “Bring in the expensive wine that costs more than my grandfather’s house. Let’s get drunk on something that was mashed by someone’s feet over three hundred years ago.”“Two hundred and fifty years old. And yes, you’re right. It did cost close to that much.”He walks in, the bottle in one hand and two glasses in his other hand. His ripped jeans and regular black tee shirt make him look like an everyday normal person because when h
I release a soft breath. His lips are less than an inch away from mine and his eyes stare deeply into mine. I physically feel the need for me flowing out of him, his pulse, his warmth, his desires! And once I kiss him, that’s it. It’s going to be me giving in to his every desire. I lean in, just the slightest bit closer to the point of a tease. “I want you to take that stupidly tight shirt off,” I say, my playful tone quiet and soft. “Then what.” He asks seductively, gently sliding his hand toward the top part of my ass. Sliding my tongue across my bottom lip is not helping me suppress this urge for him. “Then I want you to unbutton your pants.” He wraps his other hand around me, sliding both hands against the top of my ass, forcing that wildfire inside of me to only burn hotter, and no amount of water can put it out at this point. “Just unbutton them?” He asks, his deep tone wild and his lips lightly brushing against mine, to the point of teasing. My smile grows wider as my lips
He slides deeper into me, causing me to release a pleasurable cry as I arch my back further and wrap my arms around his waist like he is my lifeline. His cock fills me, my pussy fitting around it like a glove. I thrust my body along with his, wanting more and dripping cum down my legs. This pleasure he is giving me is unlike any sex I’ve ever had. The sweat trickling down my face is proof of that. He leans in and kisses me as I release my arms from his body. I quickly wrap my legs around him, thrusting myself harder as he pushes his cock in, past my breaking point. “Don’t you fucking cum yet!” I pleasurably demand as I feel that build-up rapidly spreading inside of me like a million rivers flowing through my body. The warmth of my face grows hot and my rapid breathing grows heavier as his pulsing cock warms inside of me. He slams into me, pushing his couch forward. I release a pleasurable moan. He slams into me again as I wrap my arms around his body and rest my head on his should