The Billionaire's Chosen One

Chapter Four

Bailey's POV

I didn't know what else to do. I just lost my job. Aaron paid me my last paycheck as his employee and I was thrown away. All thanks to that rich, spoiled man.

Mother was still in the hospital but I still couldn't see her because I was busy. I needed to find what to do. I got to the front door of our house and saw letters lying on the floor. I bent down and picked it, opening the content.

"Quit notice," it read. Our rent had expired.

I hit my head on the door to share my pain. I didn't know what to do next. All I had was a paycheck of two hundred dollars. Nothing more.

I fished out the key of the house and opened the door. The smell of smoke hit me as I walked in. Who was in the house?

"Hey, baby."

That voice, I hated it.

"Ben, what are you doing here?" I asked, exasperated.

"Come on, is it a sin to come see my girlfriend. Anyway, I know where you keep your spare key. You should change the spot, it's quite noticeable."

I rolled my eyes. "I keep it because of my mother."

He turned his house round my apartment, scrutinizing it. "That's right, where is your mother? You finally got her into a nursing home?"

"No. She's in the hospital. She had an episode again."

Ben sighed. "Oh."

"What are you even doing here?"

"Money, babe. I'm sorry I'm coming to you, but you're the only person I can turn to at this point and I really need money. I'll pay back, I promise. I swear." He kept his hands on his chest like he was taking an oath.

I looked at him in skepticism. I couldn't believe he was saying this. "I just told you my mother is in the hospital and now you tell me to lend you money? Tell me, Ben, where is the money you asked me to 'lend' you for the last two months, a month after that and the last two weeks. Where are they?"

He was dumbfounded and looked at me, puzzled. I walked past him in anger. "I just lost my job and now I'll be in the streets if I don't pay my rent. What do you need money for? Drugs?"

He opened his mouth and closed it. "Get another job, then."

I burned with fury. "Why don't you get another job?" I poked him hard on his chest.

"You know already. I have a criminal record. No one would want to hire me." He said in pity.

"Have you tried, Ben? Have you."

I didn't want to talk about him or his ruined life. "Well, I'm scouting for a job, but I'm never going to lend you." I dug out my laptop and searched for "Jobs near me". I centered it 40km away as I could manage that, then I began to look.

The first one I saw was a job as a receptionist with a bachelor's degree as a requirement. I cursed underneath my breath and scrolled past it. I was not privileged to attend college like most of my classmates, so I could only get blue collar jobs.

After scrolling past a lot of jobs, I found out that it was all to no avail. No one would want to hire someone who just finished with high school.

"What about that one?" Ben asked with his head over mine. His stinky, smoky breath hit me and I wondered where I picked this loser from.

"What?" I retorted.

"Housekeeper needed at Ford Street. That's really a rich people domain, the pay has got to be good. You wouldn't need a degree to be a housekeeper."

I turned to him and faced him. "Seriously? You really want me to be a housekeeper? That's not going to work."

"Why not? You said that you need the money," Ben replied.

"I did, but I never asked for your opinion. When would you ever be empathetic toward others? You care only about yourself. Why do you even want me to get a job? So that you could borrow money from me again?"

"It's not what you think," he fought back. "I want the best for you." He brought his face to mine, trying to kiss me, but I turned my face.

"It's over, Ben. I don't want us any longer." It took me three months to make myself rigid about this.

"You can't be serious, can you? I mean, we've been together for so long." His voice held this pity. Pity that trailed of manipulation.

"You heard me, Ben. We're over."

He hit his hand hard on the table and laughed at me weirdly. "f**k off, b***h. You were never important anyway." He walked down to the door and shut the door hard.

Good riddance.

"Housekeeper needed" stared at me in the eyes. Ben was right. It was a rich people's neighborhood. Before I could do anything else, I tapped "apply".

A message came back to me stating I had an appointment scheduled for tomorrow with the owner of the house. I searched for other jobs but I couldn't find any. Going to bed, I prayed I got the job. At least, I wouldn't get to be in the streets.

The next morning came in a rush and I was up at the break of dawn. I surfed through my wardrobe searching for the perfect cloth for the appointment before settling for a floral dress and a sandal. I didn't want to look professional and at the same time, I didn't want to be casual. I packed my hair up in a tight bun, looking more like a housekeeper.

I caught a bus that was headed uptown where the street was. Getting to it, I alighted and traced for the house number with my eyes. My eyes met a huge mansion with an old architectural design, making it more beautiful.

I was struck for a second before catching my breath, it was like a millionaire owned the house. I took on deep breaths and the air smelled of beautiful flowers.

A younger woman welcomed me at the door and walked me inside the big house. My eyes went everywhere, admiring every nook and cranny.

"Wait here," she said to me.

I nodded nervously and fondled with my fingers. I still looked around, drinking my environment. When I heard footsteps, I calmed myself and looked forward to who my employer would be. It possibly would be a woman.

My eyes were deceived when they met those silvery eyes and dark trimmed hair. Yesterday's incident hit me square in the face. My mouth dropped and sweat broke out of my thighs. Damn, he was hot in normal tees.

He smiled at me, a dark mischievous smile. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?"

I opened my mouth and closed in, almost speechless. When I finally spoke, my voice cracked badly. "Bailey. Bailey Anderson."

"Well, Bailey, I didn't expect you'd be paying me back with my own money. Now the question is: should I hire you?"

I went nuts. No, it was the house of a f*****g billionaire.

He walked down and held my chin, bringing it up to his face. His nose was touching my and my news wobbled at the intensity his eyes built. His lips were centimeters away from him. I was tempted and drawn to kiss him. He made my mouth water. I stood so close to him now and I felt his hands going to my breast. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't… I enjoyed it.

He pulled his hands away from me and chuckled. “I guess you’re not allergic to me after all.” He took off his shirt, revealing his well-built abs and his large biceps. “Do you want this?”--he pointed to his body–“or do you want to be my housekeeper?”

A s****l sensation I hadn’t felt all my life crept into me. I shook my head, not wanting my brain to render opinions on what I should and should not do. I listened to my heart. “How about both? I want both.” I whispered to him.

He seemed to smirk and hollered for me to come in, strippng off his clothes.

So, yay, I got the job. And I was about to have s*x with a hot, rich man. How much would I ever want? I knew one thing: the life I was about to venture would be a crazy, wild one, and I couldn't wait for its opportunities.