The billionaire who fell for his maid

Cynthia's voice fills the room as she gasps in pleasure, her head tilts to the back and her eyes roll to the back as Daryl gently pulls her hair. The intensity between them heightens, and it's very clear that she was enjoying every moment of their connection. Daryl, confident in himself, knows exactly how to please any woman he was with, and he enjoys the fact that they appreciated his charm and his passion. He has a way of being in control that these women respond to, and he always makes sure that they are satisfied. Generosity in his approach was something he prided himself on, ensuring their pleasure was always at the forefront. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs as he increases his pace from behind her, watching as Cynthia’s body responds to his action. She holds onto the sheets, her breath quickening with each movement. At this point, she's high on pleasure, and she doesn't want Daryl to stop for anything. She arches her back towards him as she readjusts her waist to meet Daryl's pace. “Yes Daryl. Harder” she screams out in ecstasy. Daryl shifts her position, pulls her close, and their bodies begin to move together as if in sync. Cynthia matches his energy in every way, always giving just as much as she received. As the intensity starts building up, Daryl’s grip on her waist tightens. He's reaching his peak. “Yes…come for me” he demands with a low groan, going as fast as humanly impossible. He is in control—always has been—as he guides her movements and soon, they both reach their peak together. “Oh my God, Daryl, you are the best” she exclaims as her soft moans completely fill the air, blending with the rhythm of their bodies. Daryl could feel her trembling underneath him, fully immersed at the moment. Afterward, they both lie there in bed with their backs to the bed for a while in order to catch their breath. After a few seconds, he goes to the bathroom and takes off the condom, then comes back to lie in bed. Cynthia is different from the other women—there is something about her that stands out. She has broken a few of his rules at different times, but Daryl doesn't mind because their relationship is complicated; it is not so easy to discard Cynthia and since she is always willing to be in his bed at any time, Daryl will never mind the rest. She knows how to keep up with him, she understands him, both physically—especially in bed, and he likes it. "You're insatiable," Daryl says with a smirk as Cynthia smiles back at him and kisses his chest before standing up and heading to the bathroom. She wears a robe she picked up from the bedside, swaying her waist about as she walks into the bathroom. "Want to join me?" She calls out playfully once she's in front of the bathroom entrance, but Daryl shakes his head—he’s truly not interested. "Nah, you go ahead," he replies with a lazy grin, knowing that for him, relationships are something to avoid and doing a shower together will only mean planting relationship ideas in the other person. He valued his freedom as well as his peace of mind too much to be tied down by anything serious. Daryl Walton has everything a man could ever want and more. Women, power, and wealth. He is known for his charming looks, his love for multiple women, and his refusal to commit to any woman. Daryl glances at his phone with a beeping sound from his phone. A message from his mother inviting him for dinner pops up on the phone screen. He sighs, tossing the phone aside, not in the mood to deal with family obligations. Cynthia, now fresh from her shower, returns to the bed naked, her playful smile inviting Daryl for more. She leans in, her lips brushing against his skin. Cynthia is a beauty model, the kind that Daryl likes, but even though Daryl knows she won't and can't be the last woman to share his bed, there's always something about Cynthia that allows him to pave way for her in his bed every time since they met. Smirking, Daryl turns towards her and pulls her closer to him. "You really can’t get enough, can you?" And then, he grabs her ass and spanks it very hard afterward. "Only with you, D" she replies in this romantic, sugary tone with a wink and a low moan just as Daryl falls against her body, preparing for another round. His fingers traces her body. “How bad do you want me?” He whispered into her ear. “As bad as wanting to live” she replies with a sultry voice. Daryl chuckles “I don't know how you always have me hooked in bed every time. You are such a bad girl” He slowly licked her earlobe lightly. “Because you like what I possess, and you like this bad girl,” Cynthia answers as a low moan escaped her mouth… “Yes, I do,” Daryl replies and goes down to take her breast in his mouth. “Let's not do that” Daryl protests. He takes her hands away from his head and pins them together above her head. He then proceeds to plant a kiss on her neck where he lingers for a while, he sucks on her skin. “Hmm” Cynthia moans out, closing her eyes to embrace the feeling. A wicked smile appears on Daryl’s face as he looks up at her. “I like that. Beg me like your life depends on it” he cajoles. “D, please…” she pleads. “Hmm..yeah!” Cynthia moans out as Daryl enters her. But in the midst of his play, stares at the phone. He sees the name on the screen and makes an attempt to grab the phone, but Cynthia stops him. “Please don't. Don't stop,” she pulls his hand away from the phone he was trying to get. But Daryl decides to finish before attending to the phone. Cynthia's loud moan fills the room as she came again. As Daryl senses himself approaching orgasm, he grabs Cynthia's neck and chokes her lightly but firmly as he too reaches his peak. ******************** A MONTH AGO "You do not know anybody there, and you don't even have any money" Ana’s mother screams on top of her voice. When her father left, her mother became very uncontrollable—bringing home different strangers to their house every night. Ana suddenly found herself hating everything, including her mother. And sometimes some of the men would want to assault her. But as always, she managed just fine to escape them. And since then, even when she was still very young, she was the one who paid most of their bills—because her mother would spend all her cash on weed and cocaine. Just last night, Ana discovered her savings had been tampered with by no other person than her mom. No matter how hard Ana had tried to help her mother to at least take responsibility, her efforts failed every time. Right now, Ana is tired, enduring everything for years. It is for this reason that she wants to move out to the city side and struggle with life from there; so she won't have to deal with her mother anymore. "Staying here with you, watching you bring home all these men every night, feels like I'm living in a s**t hole ...it feels like I'm suffocating and, like I'm all alone" Ana yells back at her mother who is trying to grab Ana's hand. "I don't even know you anymore Mom. I feel like I've never known you” Ana says as her eyes start becoming full of tears, but she sniffs and wipes them off immediately. She doesn't want to cry in front of her mother, she doesn't want the woman to know how much she's been affected. Not after all these years of endurance. "I'm tired of your life. I'm tired of this life we are living. You stopped caring about your child. I guess this was why my father left. Because of your irresponsibility", Ana continues her lamentation and storms out of the room into her room to pack her bag. Her mother's tears won't stop her from leaving, nobody can. Her mother follows her behind. "I am your mother, and don't you dare talk to me like that. Okay?" The woman responded by pulling Ana by her hand. Because of respect and God, Ana won't push her mother to the f*****g ground just as she's feeling right now. "What do you want from me, huh? Do you think I don't care about you? Do you f*****g know how I managed to keep us alive after your father left? Do you? Do you know exactly why your father left? Do you think it was because of me? And you stand there and talk to me about being tired. Do you know who's more tired?" Her mother says with a cracked voice as tears fall from her eyes… "You know nothing about being tired," the woman says immediately and wipes off her eyes and nostrils. Ana feels this temptation to sit down and hear why her father left, but she won't because she didn't plan to fall for her mother's prank "I don't care about all of that anymore," Ana says, pushing her mother's hand off hers. "Just look at yourself and how fast you are aging. Very soon, gray and white hair will take over your head. And it's all because of those drugs you are taking". Her mother outrageously raises her hand to slap Ana, but she blocks it with her two hands. "I'm no longer a child, mom. I'm a grown woman, and I'm leaving now because I say so. Okay?" she said, grabbing the cheap black leather bag in her drawer. She starts to put a few clothes she had inside the bag as quickly as she can. Her mother is just standing at the entrance with folded hands looking at her daughter packing up her belongings. When Ana finishes up, she takes her purse from the bed, and turns around to leave. "Are you just going to leave me like this?" the woman asks with a teary voice. But Ana is convinced that her mother is only trying to guilt-trip her into staying back. She ignores the woman and walks past her and towards the door not minding the woman's tone. "Like father, like daughter," the woman screams out sarcastically. But, Ana is already out of the door. "Yes, leave like your father" the woman still screams out even when Ana is already out of the house. Ana hears her mother but she ignores her voice. Ana doesn't exactly have any plans. She doesn't know anyone in the city. She's just convinced that life will be better as long as she's out of her mother's grip. She has been waiting for so long to get the courage to stand up to her mother and now that she has, she's happy to have left. Even as she boards the train, and till she gets off the train, she has absolutely no idea where exactly she wants to go. Her mom and father are the only people she knows in New York City. She stops a taxi when she gets off the train. “Please take me to the nearest cheap hotel” she tells the taxi driver. “You don't look like you can afford hotels on this side of the state. Are you from around here?” The driver asks, observing her. Ana shakes her head. “I'll take you to a motel” the driver offers.