Perfectly Maid - de For A Billionaire

Chapter Four.

"It's either you f**k me or leave." Her words rang loudly in his ears.

Malcolm was having the time of his life. The woman he had been eyeing for weeks now was finally in his arms where he wanted her. He didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him where their make out session was headed to. They were in a hotel room already so it was not going to be a shock that they were going to spend the night together.

As her fingers trailed down to his shirt and started unbuttoning it, he deepened the kiss which elicited a moan from her. He was going to let out his frustrations of having to wine and dine her for so long while he was on her. She was a very willing participant given that she was already climbing into his lap as her attempts to get to his skin turned more desperate. He unlatched his lips from hers and latched onto her neck. He stood up from the hair where he was seated with her on him.

She had her legs around his waist and as he brought the both of them to lay on the bed with him leaning over her, he got to work unbuckling his belt. It was a good thing that he had the foresight to purchase a few condoms while he was on his way to have dinner with her. If he hadn’t, he doubted that he would have had the patience to run out and get some.

She giggled as he took her short gown off. She must have known what she was doing when she put that gown on. He had almost gone crazy when she showed up with a gown that barely skimmed her upper thighs, plastered to her skin and leaving nothing to the imagination. As soon as the gown was off her, he began to kiss down her delectable skin. He was going to make sure that the time he spent with her was one that was for the books.

The haze that was her clouded his mind so it was a while before he realized that there was a vibrating sound in the air. When he leaned away from her to see what it could be, she tightened her legs around him and pulled him closer to her. He did as she wanted, leaning back down to continue what he stopped.

However, when the vibration continued, he kissed her before taking her legs off him and grabbing his phone off the side table where he had kept it before they started pawing at each other.

He took the call and after listening to the person on the other hand, started picking his clothes up. He left his partner with a promise to continue their escapade later.

After a kiss or rather a few kisses, he was out of the room and settled behind the wheel of his car, en route his best friend’s house. He had not in a long time, heard Stefan sound that way over the phone. He needed to find out what the matter was and he wasn’t going to get it in a hotel room.

He pressed on the accelerator of his convertible that had been his wingman far more than he cared to admit as he zoomed down the road, the wind messing up his hair.

In little time, he was navigating his car down the winding road that led to Stefan’s mansion.

“Baby, I’m home”

People who knew that they were friends usually questioned how they gelled so well together because while Stefan was strict and followed rules to a T, Malcolm was more laid back and used every opportunity he had to live life to the fullest.

Throwing himself into the seat beside Stefan who was nursing a glass of whiskey, he asked him what was so important that he drew him away from his latest conquest. When Stefan sent him a look of disgust, he chuckled and retrieved a glass for himself before pouring far more whiskey than was socially acceptable into it.

He brought it up to his lips and took a gulp, enjoying the burn it left as it went down his throat. He started choking on the little he consumed when Stefan told him the muddle that he was in.

After calming himself down with no help from his best friend who glared at him, Malcolm threw his head back and laughed.

“What are you going to do now that you’re forced to partake in your worst nightmare?” Malcolm was definitely mocking Stefan.

It was so funny that the thing that Stefan hated with every fiber of his being was the same thing that his grandfather was hell bent on him doing. He was taking advantage of the opportunity to poke fun at him because he had called him to go out numerous times but had gotten shut down faster than the blink of an eyelid.

After a while of making Stefan feel more miserable which led to him throwing back more shots of whiskey down his throat, Malcolm decided to have mercy on him and gave him an out.

“What way are you talking about?” Stefan was already feeling a buzz from all the alcohol that he had ingested like it was water. But he was sure that he heard his best friend say that he had an idea on how he could get out of the pickle his grandfather had put him in.

He knew that Malcolm was going to have a solution which was why he had called him in the first place. As much as Malcolm tried to paint a picture of him being laid back and having no care in the world, they both knew that he was way smarter than he seemed. He was the brains behind his company which was raking in millions ever quarter and Malcolm was the most financially stable person he knew. Even if the business market collapsed that day, he was still going to have millions to fall back on to support his lavish lifestyle.

“There’s no way that is going to work”

He doubted that Malcolm’s plan held any water. There was no way his grandfather was going to fall for such a sham. The man was keener and sharper than a fox, his age be damned. How was he supposed to parade a random woman as his girlfriend when his grandfather knew him better than just anybody? He was not going to fall for that cheap trick because he was aware that Stefan didn’t have a woman in his life.

“That’s why you’re going to marry her” Malcolm let out again. And Stefan turned to face his friend. Maybe he was drunk. He thought.

Malcolm raised his finger up and started to explain what he was talking about. His idea was that Stefan was going to get into a contract marriage with a reputable lady of his choice. The said lady was going to be aware that it was not a real marriage and after it, he was going to show his grandfather the document stating that he had done as he wished. Then, he was going to agree to have the surgery. After the surgery, he was going to cut off the deal that bound him with the lady. That way, no one lost out. His grandfather saw him do as he wanted and got the surgery and Stefan was not tethered to a woman in a marriage that he didn’t want.

Stefan took a while to evaluate his slim options.

“That’s actually a foolproof plan." Stefan stopped to think. " But, you'll would help me get the woman” he said, not expecting a refusal.

Malcolm chuckled and lifted his glass in greeting to Stefan. He didn’t even feel chafed that he was expected to get a woman for his friend. It was no secret that he was the one who had multiple women at his beck and call so it was only sensible that he was left with that task.