Victoria The Billionaires Maid

“What do you mean you’re not going?” Reece was now standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.

“I’m not in a partying mood,” I told her, then feigned a yawn for good measure. “I’m quite tired.”

“You can sleep when you’re dead,” she retorted, then grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the closet. “You’ll never get into his good favor by avoiding him.”

If only it was that easy. To Reece, I was simply trying to keep my distance. She had known he screwed me over in high school, but she had no idea to what extent, and I intended to keep it that way.

“Why is this so important to you?” I had to ask, and Reece released my arm.

“I heard that others in the industry are supposed to be here for tonight’s party. Jonas has invited the creme of the creme when it comes to high society. There are even going to be a few fashion icons.”

Ahh, so that was it. I knew Reece fancied herself a fashionista, and that she wanted to break into the fashion world. It was the main draw that had convinced her to follow me to New York. She had aspirations outside of the kitchen, and I needed a sous chef I could trust. It was mutually beneficial for us both. “You can still go down there and mingle.”

“It’s not the same.” She pouted. “If you’re not going downstairs, then neither am I.”

I watched as she was about to remove her dress. Fashion was very important to Reece, and after all that she’d put up with for me, I knew I owed her this much. “No, stop. I’ll go.”

Her hand dropped immediately, and she smiled brightly at me. “Thank you, Kenzie.”

The next few minutes went by in a flurry as my friend handed me various articles of clothing. I eventually settled on a peach dress if one could even call it that. The material hugged me so tightly that I was afraid to breathe for fear of popping a stitch. That irrational thought soon faded once I paired it with brown, thigh-high boots. The hem of the dress rested just above the top of the leather and I wasn’t revealing nearly as much as I had thought I would be.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

I went into the bathroom to spend a few minutes fussing with my hair. Leaving the blonde curls loose, they cascaded down my backside and another memory came rushing back, this one making me glare now, whereas in the past it would’ve just made me cry instead. Jonas loved to pull hair during sex. It was something I so vividly remembered, and I knew the longer length of mine had to have made him want to do so again. I’d even wager a bet on it. I then smiled over that because I knew it’d be a cold day in Hell before it led to anything he’d want it to.

I lowered my gaze and my eyes traveled slowly down my body. This particular dress had a plunging neckline which highlighted my ample cleavage. My breasts ached as I thought about how badly I needed them touched because it had been a few months since I’d had sex with anyone. With Jonas still possessing the ability to arouse my body so effortlessly, my nipples practically throbbed but I’d have to ignore them. Later, I’d escape back here to take care of my needs myself. Continuing my self-appraisal, I adjusted one of the thin straps holding my heavy breasts up, then I dropped my gaze lower. The dress was pulled in tightly, the fabric wrapping horizontally around my torso and hips, and squeezing in everything.

“Just breathe, Kenzie. Jonas won’t be able to take his eyes off of you,” Reece said as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

“That’s probably what I’m most afraid of,” I muttered softly under my breath. Raising my voice back to my normal tone, I added, “We should probably get this over and done with.”

I didn’t need to bring much of anything with me, and opting to even leave my phone in the room, the only thing I grabbed was my keycard. Reece and I took the elevator downstairs and when we arrived in the ballroom, it was completely transformed from earlier that day. Gone were the makeshift kitchens and pantry, and now strobe lights flashed overhead and more people than I had imagined were dancing or off huddled in small groups together.

It reminded me a lot of our prom. I had never gone to a formal dance before, so I had no idea what to expect. This was a very mature party compared to the other as I quickly learned. There were no quirky themes or lame decorations. Jonas had gone all out in a couple of hours since we’d stopped cooking. There were many men, most of whom I recognized from the society papers, including several men also known as Titans.

“If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”

“What?” Reece asked, and I shook my head.

“It’s not important. Let’s go get a drink.”

I didn’t have to suggest that twice to Reece. She practically dragged me to the bar set up in the corner. I recognized the mobile bartender as the same one from the roof the night before, and he was so good that he’d even remembered my drink of choice. I thanked him for it, then moved off somewhere more private to drink it. From where we stood, I could now see different people going on and off the stage. Some possessed a little musical talent, while others sounded like wounded animals or worse. I wasn’t self-conscious about my singing abilities because I had been in choirs since I was older enough to talk. My father was a minister, so he was always heavily involved in all things church-related. His wife and all their kids had been made to sing on Sundays, and it was something I was comfortable enough doing.

I became preoccupied as I thought about what I would sing. So far, the song selections had ranged from country to pop and everything in between. Most of the partygoers were more interested in talking among one another, usually only looking up to acknowledge the performances with a small round of applause when they were over. Surprisingly, I hadn’t yet seen Jonas and I was about to tell Reece how happy I was about that when the hairs on my arms stood up. Goosebumps rose on my flesh and I casually looked over my shoulder and right into a pair of intense eyes. He’d been checking out my ass, and for once, I was glad I was wearing something so form-fitting.

“You’ve been spotted,” Reece proclaimed, and I slightly shook my head over how excited she was about that.

“He can eat his heart out,” I responded, then took a sip from my drink. When I turned away from Reece and back to where he stood, Jonas was gone.

My hackles went up, and it didn’t take me long to find where he’d gone because moments later, one of his strong arms wrapped around me. I tried to move out of his grasp, but it was too firm for me to do so without having to fight him off. If I did that, it’d draw unwanted attention toward me. I accepted that I was essentially trapped, and as my nose sniffed appreciatively at his cologne, I secretly didn’t mind it for a few seconds.

“I was wondering if you planned to make an appearance,” he murmured as his mouth moved close to my ear.

His warm breath tickled my sensitive skin, and I shivered. “Free drinks and hot men. Who’d miss that?”

He chuckled, and I had to admit that the deep timbre of it still did things to me. “I’m all the man you’ll need.”

I did pull away at that point, then turned in his arms. When our eyes met, I smiled. “That’s cute, but you’re no longer my type.”

He chuckled and pulled me close enough to feel his hard erection against my belly. It was a difficult task to stay unaffected, but I managed to do so even as he leaned in and nipped at my ear. “Liar.”

Of course, Jonas would know he was the only one I was looking at in this entire ballroom, but I would be damned if I’d ever openly admit that to him. Thinking back to high school, I would’ve gladly shouted about him from the rooftops, but seeing as…

“I don’t care whether you believe me or not. If you’d like proof, maybe I could borrow your video camera so I could sh-“