THE MAID'S BILLIONAIRE

Chapter Nine

Cindy's POV

"Oh God! What have I done?" I exclaimed, filled with regret and shock.

In a rush, I hastily grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed, making a swift exit from the room. The events that had just unfolded left me bewildered, unable to comprehend my own actions. I questioned myself, unsure if I was truly ready for this. Perhaps I should have taken more time to consider it. However, it wasn't like he had forced me into anything. I needed space to process everything, as I wasn't in the right frame of mind for anything else at that moment.

Quietly, I sneaked into the room I shared with my mother, slipping into bed. Hoping for a better day tomorrow, I closed my eyes, still feeling the shock lingering within me.

The following morning, I woke up with a soreness that reminded me of the previous night's events. Walking into the kitchen, I found both my mother and Janet busy preparing breakfast. It seemed my mother had recovered, as she energetically attended to tasks while getting ready for the Smiths' visit.

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted, trying to maintain a cheerful demeanor.

"Good morning, dear. Are you feeling alright?" my mother responded.

"Yes, Mom, I'm doing great," I smiled, relieved that she hadn't noticed my late arrival the night before.

Approaching Janet, I noticed a strange look on her face. "Why are you walking as if you have something uncomfortable between your legs?" she asked, her words catching me off guard.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that my unusual gait had been noticed. Whispering back to her, I replied, "What do you mean? I'll talk to you later." I hurriedly left, intending to focus on my morning chores.

Brian's POV

My alarm blared incessantly, finally waking me up. I groaned, my head pounding from the throes of a terrible hangover. Memories of last night were hazy; I could only recall events leading up to arriving at the club. However, I vividly remembered Cindy helping me to bed. She truly was the perfect girlfriend, and I knew I owed her an apology for my behavior.

Despite the pounding headache, I forced myself out of bed to prepare for work. I realized I needed to plan a grand surprise for Cindy, as she had been my rock the previous night, making me feel better.

As I stumbled downstairs, I discovered the table already set for breakfast, with the entire family eagerly waiting. "Son, come sit. We have good news for you," my dad exclaimed as soon as he spotted me descending the stairs. It appeared my plans to meet Cindy would have to wait. I greeted everyone and took a seat next to Lisa. Unexpectedly, Thelma was also present, her presence puzzling me.

"Dad, what's all the excitement about?" I inquired.

"David, we agreed not to discuss business during family time. After breakfast, there will be plenty of opportunity for that," my mom interjected before my dad could respond. She smiled affectionately at my dad, diffusing the situation with a loving kiss on the cheek.

Rolling my eyes, I longed for breakfast to end so I could see my beloved girlfriend. My father's attempt to engage in conversation with me failed, resulting in lively chatter around the table. Hastily finishing my meal, I prepared to leave, eager to have a private conversation with Cindy. Just as I stood up, Thelma "accidentally" spilled orange juice all over my shirt.

"Oh my God, Brian, I'm so sorry. Come with me, let's get you changed into a new shirt," Thelma said, clinging to me as if it would

absolve her of intent.

"You've done enough. I'll change myself," I replied, feeling my anger rise. I left the dining area, slamming my door with an unexpected force that surprised even me.

To no surprise, Thelma entered my room. "Why did you do that? And why are you still in this house?" I asked, seething with fury.

"Brian, you know I love-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. You know I don't feel the same way about you," I interrupted, disgust evident in my voice.

"I made everyone believe that I broke up with you, making me the villain. But if you continue to follow me and pester my girlfriend, I'll expose what you've done to everyone," I warned, hoping she would leave my room.

"So, all of this is because of that maid, right? How could you choose that b***h over me?" Thelma retorted, her words dripping with disdain.

"I'd pick that maid over you any time, any day," I interjected once more.

"At least she isn't a backstabbing b***h like you. If I catch you near her again, I'll forget you're a woman and deal with you," I concluded with a sharp threat.

Tears welled up in Thelma's eyes as she hurriedly exited my room. I changed my shirt, ready to find solace in Cindy's presence, hoping she could help calm me down.

Cindy's POV

My mom asked Janet and me to go to the supermarket for groceries, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to confide in her about the events of last night. The driver dropped us off, informing us he would return in three hours. With a long shopping list in hand, I hoped we could complete our task within the given time. As we entered the mall, Janet immediately dragged me to Burger King.

"Janet, we're here to buy groceries, not have a girls' day out," I protested, attempting to leave, though Janet was determined.

"I know, missy, but before we get started, you have to tell me why you were walking strangely today," Janet said, a mischievous smirk playing on her face. Letting out a sigh, I decided to confide in her, sharing everything that had transpired.

Janet remained silent for a moment, clearly taken aback. "Wow... okay, that's a lot to take in. I truly hope he didn't force you. You can tell me, you know," she said, her expression serious.

"Jane, everything I told you is true, so you don't have to worry about me. It's just that I'm uncertain if I was ready, but it's already happened, so..." I trailed off, attempting to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince Janet. In truth, doubts plagued my mind. What if I wasn't enough for him? What if he only wanted a casual encounter and would soon discard me? I had questioned myself endlessly, though I wasn't ready to admit it to anyone.

"Enough about me. We've already spent an hour here; let's focus on the shopping," I said, gesturing toward our lengthy to-do list. Janet finished her drink and stood up, finally ready to commence our grocery expedition.

Brian's POV

I searched the entire house for Cindy, but she was nowhere to be found. I asked one of the maids, who informed me that she had gone out to buy groceries. What was happening? Nothing seemed to go right lately, from the events of last night to the chaos of this morning. I simply wanted to see my girlfriend, yet even that simple desire seemed impossible. Frustrated, I decided to

see what my father wanted to discuss with me.

I found him in his study, engrossed in reading something. "Have a seat, son," he beckoned, pointing to the couch in the room. I sat down, awaiting the start of our conversation.

"Last night, your mother and I went to the Italian restaurant, about twenty minutes from here. We happened to meet Mr. Elon Musk's public relations representative, who mentioned that Mr. Musk was seeking opportunities to partner with good businesses worldwide," my father began.

Elon Musk, one of the wealthiest individuals in America. Who didn't know him? Collaborating with him could significantly benefit our company, of that I was certain.

"Okay, Dad, what do you need me to do?" I inquired eagerly, hoping to be of assistance.

"Well, his representative suggested that we send one of our staff members to the States immediately to demonstrate our seriousness and readiness for this partnership," my father explained.

I nodded, understanding the significance. "Alright, Dad, I guess I can leave at the end of the week, then."

However, my father had other plans. "No, son, you must leave immediately. The jet is ready, and the driver is waiting outside," he stated firmly. I was taken aback. I wasn't prepared for such a sudden departure, and I hadn't even had a chance to speak to Cindy. Why did it feel like the world was conspiring against me?

"Dad, there's someone I need to see first. Is there any possibility of delaying the trip?" I asked, hoping he would reconsider.

"Son, that's not possible. You know how crucial this opportunity is for the company. Everything else must take a backseat," my father responded, his tone resolute.

Anonymous

As I observed Cindy exiting Brian's room, her clothes disheveled, I couldn't bear to let her disrupt what I had longed for since childhood. Having been part of this household my entire life, I had watched Brian from a distance, hoping he would notice me one day. He was meant to be mine, and I refused to let anyone take what rightfully belonged to me. I had willingly chosen to remain a maid in the hope that he would see me, but Cindy's arrival had thrown a wrench into my plans. I wouldn't allow that to happen. Brian was mine and mine alone, no matter the cost.