Page 4 of The Billionaire's Secret Twins

“Oh, I won’t,” Lucy giggles.“It’s just ...well, does Mr.Masters ever sleep with a woman more than once?I swear, that man gets so much action it’s incredible.”

At that comment, my face goes impassive.

“I’m not sure,” I say in a light tone.“And what Mr.Masters does is his personal business.It’s not our place to question the boss.”

Lucy’s features are immediately penitent.

“Oh of course, I didn’t mean...”

“No, it’s okay,” I interrupt.“Thank you, Lucy.If you see anything else of that sort, just throw it away.”

She nods silently, still flaming red, and then scurries off to finish the rest of her tasks.Meanwhile, I’m left alone to ponder Lucy’s question because the answer is a definitive “no.”Dominic Masters doesn’t sleep with any woman more than once.He absolutely meets ladies, and brings them home for a filthy night between his sheets.We’ll hear their grunts and moans, and on occasion, the young woman will appear at the breakfast table the next morning, flushed and well-fucked with her hair askew and her curves used.

But it’s not my business, even if sometimes, I feel a pang of jealousy in my heart.It’s ridiculous, I know, because why would Dominic Masters be interested in me?I’m a plain grey mouse in my plain grey housekeeper’s uniform, especially when compared to the glamorous and beautiful women he brings home.I blend into the surroundings, while they’re a coveted jewel, sparkly and gorgeous.

But it’s fine.I nod politely, and offer said woman a cup of steaming coffee and a plate of cut fruit.The young lady inevitably simpers and nods, helping herself to a juicy strawberry before sliding into Dominic’s lap and winding her arms around his bronzed neck.Then, a few kisses are in order as I slip out of the dining room silently.More than once, I know the couple’s retreated back to the bedroom for more shenanigans, and there was one memorable time when they ruined the breakfast buffet by doing it right there on the table.

But it’s not my business, and I make sure to show no judgment nor emotion.Again, I’m nothing but the lowly housekeeper, and it’s my job to serve unobtrusively.But still, my thoughts sometimes run away with themselves because I’m not dead.I have eyes and ears, and it’s literally my responsibility to be aware of what goes on under this roof.

So I know it’s been a while since Dominic brought a woman home.He’s been sleeping alone, and I’m not sure why.Maybe he’s seeing someone that we’re not aware of?Maybe they meet elsewhere?It’s possible, seeing that Mr.Masters has multiple homes scattered throughout the world.The billionaire keeps apartments in New York and London, although I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s only a fraction of his real estate portfolio.This is a man who likely has apied à terrein every major city, just because he can.

Suddenly, my walkie talkie crackles.

“Angela,” a low male voice growls.“Can you come to my office please?”

Speak of the devil!I depress the button and bring the set to my lips.

“Of course, Mr.Masters.I’ll be there in five.”

Then, I quickly smooth my blonde hair back and straighten my plain grey gown.My shoes are serviceable black flats, and although I don’t wear an apron, I quickly pull one out of my pocket and tie it around my waist, just in case Mr.Masters needs me to serve.It’s fine.It’s my job to anticipate his desires, even if my heart’s fluttering in my chest.

Calm down, the voice in my head speaks.Don’t get all flustered because Dominic Masters reached out to you.It’s nothing.He likely spilled his coffee and wants you to bring a mop to clean up.Or maybe, he needs to shine his shoes, and wants you to bring the polish.It’s going to be something domestic and impersonal.

Of course, the voice is right and yet I can’t stop my heart from racing.Stay calm, I scold myself.This is no way for a housekeeper to behave.

Then I take a deep breath and smooth my hair back once more before squaring my shoulders.The door to his home office is large and solid, so I knock firmly.

“Mr.Masters?”I call.“It’s Angela.”

“Come,” a deep voice sounds.

I push open the door and step inside.My cheeks are burning but maybe it’s not too obvious.I smile and bow my head slightly.

“You called, Mr.Masters?”

“Yes, come in, Angela,” he growls.“And close the door behind you.”

My pulse jumps again, but I remind myself to maintain a professional façade.There’s nothing personal between us.

“Of course,” I murmur in a polite tone before shutting the solid oak door behind me.“How can I assist?”

Mr.Masters gets up and strides around his desk before sitting on a small couch in the guest area of his office.He motions for me to do the same, and I obey, lowering myself into the chair opposite his.

“Thank you for coming,” he says.

“Of course, sir,” I respond .“Is there something I can help you with?”

He steeples his fingers beneath his chin and throws me a long look.Again, I can’t help but notice how handsome this man is.His dark hair is brushed back in a smooth but casual wave, and those blue eyes are piercing yet contemplative at once.Plus, Dominic Masters is tall, even sitting down.His legs are long, clad in fine suit pants, and his dress shirt immaculate, even if it’s unbuttoned at the top right now to show off a strong, bronzed throat.

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