Page 23 of Maid for Love

With that, our lips seal as our hearts beat in unison because this is how things were meant to be. Once upon a time, I was a maid who interrupted a billionaire in the presidential suite as he jousted with two girls. Now, I’m the same maid, in the same suite, and he’s the same billionaire. But the difference is that our hearts and minds have grown together, and I belong to Barron Colgate for real.

EPILOGUE

DANIELLE

Six months later.

“Thank you,” I smile as a cocktail waitress comes by with a platter of complimentary drinks. I take two, before handing both to Barron. “Here, I’m not really in a drinking mood tonight, so you can have mine.”

With a slight shrug, my boyfriend takes both glasses out of my hands and gulps the alcohol down quickly before sending me a tilted smile. “Cheers!”

I giggle and shake my head at him before turning my attention back to the center of the room, where there are a bunch of girls dancing. They slither and gyrate against one another, dressed in nothing but the tiniest bits of lingerie. It’s sexy watching them move, and the male crowd watches with rapt interest.

After all, we’re at an exclusive City Girls event. It’s not exactly what I had in mind for a romantic date, but Barron suggested it. He said Star and Lacy got in touch last week, and offered us VIP tickets. Not only that, but they want to apologize to me for the mix-up because they genuinely thought Barron and Flora were siblings.

“So they know the truth now?” I asked my boyfriend in a wry tone.

He nodded his dark head.

“Yeah, I told them. They weren’t exactly in my inner circle, so I never explained before. But now, the record’s been set straight.”

I suppose I’m looking forward to seeing Star and Lacy again because the mistake was understandable. Still, I have some qualms because Barron and I came so close to ending it due to the misinformation. It was only at the last minute that our relationship was saved, and I should be grateful for that I suppose.

I look around the venue. At least it’s nice. City Girls owns a compound in New York City which looks unremarkable from the outside, but which is decorated like an emperor’s palace within. Currently, we’re ensconced in a fancy lounge with velvet couches, dim lighting, and a small stage up front. The crowd is attractive, consisting mostly of handsome men dressed in dark suits as they watch the girls dance. Hmmm.

Then, I see Star and Lacy make their entrance. They shimmy out from a side door, dressed in nothing but the tiniest of thongs with matching bralettes. Their hands slide over each other’s curves as they begin to gyrate, making eyes at several of the handsome patrons.

“Lacy and Star certainly seem to be having a lot of fun,” I tease, turning to look at Barron again when he grabs my hand. “I think they’re really into their jobs.”

“I know,” Barron rasps. “That’s why they get so many customers.”

But then, I watch with round eyes as Star and Lacy take things even further. The two girls break away from the dance floor, and seat themselves on either side of a gorgeous man. Within seconds, the dark stranger has four fingers buried inside of Star’s cunt, and her eyes begin to cross as she spreads her legs further for him. Lacy leans over to suck one of Star’s nipples into her mouth, and the man groans when confronted with this abundance of succulent woman flesh.

“Oh my god,” I gasp. “This is crazy.”

Barron shrugs.

“It’s not, sweetheart. This is proof that Star and Lacy know how to do their jobs. But I’m not sure you’ll be getting your apology tonight because they’re obviously very busy.”

I pout. “Maybe, but they should make an effort, right? I mean, they won’t be occupied with that guy forever.”

At this point, the dark man has his cock out and is slowly pressing Lacy’s head down into his lap. She’s choking on the massive shaft, her cheeks bulging with strain, and I jerk forward.

“Holy cow, is she okay?”

Barron shakes his head.

“I hope so, but don’t interrupt, Danielle, because that’s Logan Daniels.”

I squint in the darkness.

“Oh?” I raise my brows, leaning forward to get a look. “You know him?”

Barron shrugs.

“I don’t know Daniels well, but I know him well enough,” he says. “He’s an asshole. But he’s also a billionaire businessman, so yeah, he does whatever he wants.”

“I think Star and Lacy could deal with him being an asshole as long as he’s a billionaire,” I say in a wry tone. “Theyareworking girls, after all.”

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