A Maid For The Billionaire Twins

Trevor POV

"Yeah...oh! Yeah, baby...there...yeah baby." The bitch keeps moaning loudly and shamelessly, as I bang her from behind, smacking her ass occasionally. Oh shit! It's been a while since I last had this good sex, and I must say that this girl is a fucking pro at what she does. She's making me feel so good, and I can't ask for more.

I increase my pace, hitting her like a bulldog, as I feel my cum building up. Shit! I don't want to cum, not yet. The feeling is so good, but it can't always last forever, right? Letting out a hard groan, I pull out of her and spill my sperm all over her ass, slumping weakly beside her on the bed, trying to catch my breath. That was so great.

"That was sweet," The bitch smiles at me as she stares at me seductively, while I just roll my eyes at her, and stand up to my feet, picking up my brief from the bed and putting it on.

"So, what are we now?" Having a sweet smile dancing on her lips, she asks me.

"What are we? We're both sinners, bitch. You should go do something with your life," I smirk at her, and she gasps sharply. Don't tell me she was expecting something from me. That's the dumbest thing anyone can ever think of. I'm not ready for any of that nonsense called a serious relationship, and even if I am, I can do better than going out with her, right?

"I don't want to see you when I get back here. You'll have the securities to blame for your misfortune, if you try shit with me," Pulling out the drawer of my cabinet, I pick out a parcel of money and throw it at her.

"That's your pay. I don't think I owe you anything," And with that, I stride into the bathroom and close the door behind me, leaving her to sort herself out. I better not meet her in my room when I go out. She'll have herself to blame.

My name is Trevor Bradford, one of the top handsome billionaires in Los Angeles. Handsome, brown hair, perfect body shape, and cute lips that every lady always wants to have a taste of. I am a twenty-six years old young CEO of Orange TV station, one of the most successful TV stations in the whole of Los Angeles. You can imagine the effort and hard work it took me to get to that height, right? Let me add to it, I also manage one out of many companies of my dad. The old man resides in California with mom.

I am a proud flirt. It's what I do, and I'm proud of it. I have many girls at my call that'll do anything to have a taste of me down there, and what do you expect? I give them what they want and dispose them afterward.

My twin brother, Travis is the opposite of what I can ever be. Yes, we're identical, but he's not like me. Unlike me that doesn't give a fuck about classless people, Travis treats everyone equally, and I hate that fact. I am arrogant, and I know that, so I never tried to hide who I am.

Travis and I are just like housemates. We rarely talk. Although I do try to get close to him, he doesn't like me a bit. How is he supposed to like me when I do things that he doesn't like?

After having my bath, I walk back into the room, and it's already cleared. All thanks to Charlotte, my mess is always cleared.

After my usual morning routine, I get dressed and stride out of my room afterward. I'm already late for work, and I was supposed to have an appointment with a client of mine in two hours.

Descending the staircase, I meet Travis in the living room, having all his attention on the laptop lying on his laps. I wonder what he's so engrossed in.

"Hey bro. Good morning," I greet him, and as usual, he mumbles a 'hey', not even raising his gaze from the computer to look at me. At times I get so pissed about his attitude. I feel so lonely, even when I have a brother. He doesn't give a damn about me, and even if I try not to let it get to me, it always ended up hurting me. You won't blame me, right? He's the only family I have here, so we're supposed to be by each other's side.

"Travis, can we hang out tonight? There's a...

"I'm not interested," He cuts me off before I can finish my statement, and I sigh briefly. I was expecting this to happen before anyway, so it's not a big deal.

"I won't be free, Trevor. And besides, what happened to your flings? You can take one along, and hang out with her. Don't disturb me, please. I'm busy, as you can see," He says to me, not raising his gaze to glance at me.

I glare at him in pain and anger, as I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I try as much to fight them. I don't want him to see how hurt I am, I don't want him to see that I'm not fine without him, if he doesn't care about me, then I should learn to stop giving him attention too.

Standing up from the couch, I stride to the door and pulls it open, but his voice makes me stop.

"I'll go with you," I'm happy that at least he's going to go out with me today...

Later in the evening...

Trevor stares at his reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time, while having a smile dancing on his lips. He has not been this happy in a while now. He has everything he cherished in life, but one thing he lacks is his brother's love, which has been affecting him all these years. It hurts to have his brother around, and still feels so lonely.

Taking another glance at his reflection in the mirror, he smiles and picks up his phone from the dresser, striding out of the room afterward.

Descending the staircase, he meets Travis sitting on the couch, and waiting patiently for him.

"Did I keep you waiting for long?" Trevor asks as he walks up to him, and he rolls his eyes as he stands up to his feet and strides to the door instead, ignoring him. He's only going on the hangout because Trevor would feel bad if he doesn't go with him.

The drive to the place was boring as none of them spoke to each other. Trevor was expecting that from him anyway. They rarely talk, so it's what he's almost used to. He never tried to change him, knowing that he would never change the way he is.

The loud screeching sound of the car pulls Travis back to reality, and that's when he realizes that they're already in front of a bar, which he presumes to be the place they're hanging out.

"We're here!" Trevor announces happily, taking off the seatbelt, and opening the door afterward.

"How come you didn't tell me that your so-called hangout is in the bar? Are you here to drink again?" Travis snaps at him angrily, and he sighs as he throws his head on the headrest in frustration. Turns out that he made the biggest mistake of his life, forcing him here in the first place.

"Come on, Travis. Can you just trust me for once? Yes, I know I'm the bad guy, I'm the flirty one, I'm the bad brother you..."

"That's enough. Let's go in," Knowing where this will head, Travis cuts him off, and steps out of the car.

They both stride to the entrance door, and as they step inside the bar, the loud buzzing music and the smell of alcohol welcome them. As much as Travis hates being in this kind of place, knowing how his brother will feel, how's he supposed to leave him all by himself?

"I'll be back," He says to Travis as he grabs a wine glass from one of the waiters, and starts walking away.

"Careful, Trevor. Don't drink too much, I won't carry you home," Travis yells after him, running his fingers through his hair...

Back at the mansion...

"We're here, ma'am," The cabby's voice pulls Nadia Brandon's attention back to reality, and looking out of the window, she realizes that they're already in front of the mansion.

"Thank you," Stepping out of the car, she watches the cab drives away, not after paying him his money.

Staring at the building in front of her, her heart beats rapidly as she sulks her lips in and takes a deep breath. She has no idea if this is a good idea, maybe she will regret it later, but she just needs to make this decision, she needs to do this.

Walking over to the big beautiful gate, she places a knock on it, praying silently that the gate open.

After a few times of knocking on the gate, it finally opens, revealing a young lady of about twenty-seven years old.

"Uhm... Good day, ma'am," She greets her politely, expecting a polite reply from the woman, but rather, she glares hard at her with pure disgust written on her face. She checks herself out to be sure that she isn't wearing something funny, but it doesn't seem like it, so she raises her gaze to the lady again.

"Why are you here?" She finally asks in a rather harsh tone, as if we have met before.

"My name is Nadia Brandon. I learned that there's a job vacancy here for the post of a maid, so I thought I could apply," Nadia explains to her, and she scoffs.

"There's no vacancy again. You may leave," She says to her, and without even waiting to hear her out, she walks back inside and closes the gate on her face.

Staring at the closed gate, a drop of tears slid down her cheeks as she feels her whole world crumbling down before her very eyes. This was supposed to be her last hope, but what is she going to do now? She really needs this job, but it seems like luck is not on her side. What has she done to deserve all the pain she has been through all her life? Why is life so unfair to her? What crime has she committed to suffer this fate? Those are the questions she has been asking herself all these years, but too bad that she never got answers to them.

Her name is Nadia Brandon, a twenty-five years old orphan, who has been living all her life at the expense of the cruelty of life. What would you call losing her parents at the age of ten, and left to take care of her blind sister? An unfortunate life, right? Maybe it's worse than that.

Her sister has been blind for the past thirteen years, and she has been the one taking care of her. She has tried many times to secure a job to raise money for their upkeep, but how was she supposed to secure a job anywhere when she barely went to school? All thanks to the orphanage she used to live in with her sister, which taught her how to speak good English. Her life would've been doomed without the basic teachings in the orphanage.

More tears stream down her cheeks as she stares at the gate. She thought she would at least be able to get this job even if it wasn't going to earn her much, at least she would be able to take care of her sister, but her hopes are all shattered now.

Turning around to leave, she stops abruptly as she spots a white car driving toward the gate. That must be Trevor's car...

"Turn around and shoot your ass out for me, baby," His soft voice echoes in the restroom as he smirks at the young blonde-haired lady standing in front of him.

With a soft smile dancing on her lips, she turns around and bends over the WC, before pulling down her bum short and her pant, revealing her well-shaved pussy as it stares at him, seeking attention.

Staring at the fresh ass, he slowly licks his lips as the thought of what he's going to do to her crosses his mind. This is one of the reasons he loves clubbing as his life depends on it. His life would've been so boring without clubbing, and he's never going to stop it, no matter what Travis says.

"You like what you see?" The bitch asks, as she flips her hair backward, and wiggles her ass seductively, turning him on.

"Yeah, yeah... I love what I see," He whispers huskily, spanking her ass hard, and she groans in pleasure as she tightens her grip around the WC.

"You're going to do something for me, baby. Why don't you get on your knees and suck my little monster till I cum over your mouth, huh?" He says huskily.

"Your wish is my command, my prince charming," The bitch says, standing up and turning around to face him. Slowly, she gets on her knees and unzips his zipper, pulling down his trouser afterward, revealing his already aggressive little monster standing firm as if it'll devour her anytime soon.

"Wow!" She utters as she finally pulls down his brief, revealing his massive dick. Her eyes marvel at the sight before her. She has been with many dudes, and they're all pretty huge down there, but this one is the best. She can't just wait for him to drive that inside her and take her to cloud nine.

"Like what you see, huh? Now get to work, baby," He speaks softly like the gentleman he's not.

"Yes, your Highness," And with that, she strokes him slowly and softly, teasing his balls and driving him crazy. Slowly, she opens her mouth and cups the cap in her warm mouth.

"Shit!" He groans in pleasure, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in the wall while biting his lip. This feels so good.

Slowly, she moves her mouth up and down it, looking up at him occasionally, and seeing the look on his face, she can't help feeling satisfied with the job she's doing.

Twirling her tongue slowly on the cap, teasing his opening, he curses under his breath, and grabs her hair in his hand, thrusting his dick in her mouth until it reaches her throat, and he releases his sperm deep in her throat, pulling out of her afterward, crashing on the wall while catching his breath.

"What are you doing?" The bitch asks him when she sees him pulling up his trousers, and he stops as he pulls a confused look

"I'm getting dressed, as you can see," He shrugs.

"I thought we..."

"Yeah, I planned to, but not anymore. If you want to have a taste of me, here's my card. You can call me and we'll meet up to do the business," He finally fastens his belt, then hands his card over to her.

"I'll surely call you," She winks at him as she watches him stride out of the restroom and closes the door behind him...

At the bar...

Travis checks his wristwatch for the umpteenth time and sighs briefly. This is getting annoying. Ryan had kept him waiting for almost an hour now, and she's still yet to be here. What the heck is wrong with him?

"I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting," He apologizes as he walks in and sits beside him behind the counter.

"Where have you been?" Travis asks angrily.

"I was at the restroom..."

"Fucking with some bitch as usual, right?" Travis snaps at him, and he rolls his eyes inwardly. It's a good thing that he didn't have sex with that bitch. Who knows, Travis would've barged in on them, and he would've been doomed for the rest of his life. Not that he'll do anything to him though, but his rants are enough to drive anyone insane.

"Come on, Travis. It's not that deep. I was just..."

"It's time to go home," Without listening to the rest of his story, Travis stands up and starts heading to the door, while he trails after him.

"That was fun, don't you think? When are we going to do this again?" He asks excitedly as they both hop inside the car, and Travis just rolls his eyes.

"Never again. So now, can you drive?" Travis rolls his eyes, and he huffs, turning on the car ignition. They both start heading home afterward.

The drive home is as boring as always. After what seemed like forever, he finally arrive at the front of the gate. However, seeing someone standing in front of the gate, he marches on the brake, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

He sighs briefly, pressing the honk loudly to get her off the way, but she just walks to one side, as if she was waiting for them.

"What the heck is happening now?" He scoffs angrily as he whines down his window glass, and sticks out his neck.

"Hey, are you deaf? Get yourself out of the way, I want to go inside..." He yells at her but is shocked to see her walking toward his car.

"Good day, Sir. My name is Nadia..."

"I don't care about your name. Get your dirty self out of here, this minute," He snaps at her before he whines up the window glass.

"Who's that?" Travis asks for the first time while having all his attention on his phone.

"Some dirty bitch," He replies casually and starts driving toward the gate. For the first time, Travis finally raises his gaze and spots Nadia standing there like a hopeless poor lady. Seeing her in that condition, he feels his heart melts sadly. He's usually like this, he hates seeing people in pain, unlike his brother.

"Stop the car. I'll go talk to her," When he said that, Trevor didn't seem to get him, so he glances at him with a questioning look on his face, maybe urging him to repeat what he had just said.

"I told you to stop the car, Trevor," Travis says calmly, but with anger resounding in his voice.

"Travis can you..." Travis opens the door and steps out of the car before he can finish his statement, and he sighs softly, resting his head on the headrest.

"Hey... Come over here," Travis says to her, and she walks over to him.

"Go...good day, Sir," She stutters nervously, looking everywhere else except his face. Her heart beats rapidly. She has only seen this man on the TV, and to think that she's standing before him now, makes her feel weird.

"Good day. Why are you here?" He asks politely, tucking his hands in his pockets as he leans against the car.

"Uhm...sir, I'm here for the maid job," Although the lady told her that there was no vacancy, but how is she supposed to believe her?

He stares at her blankly for some seconds, wondering what a beautiful young lady like her is doing here, wanting to be a maid, when she's supposed to be working in a better place. Working as a waiter would've been better than being a maid, right?

"Unfortunately, there's no vacancy again. We already got a maid," he replies to her casually, and she raises her gaze to meet his hopelessly as she feels her heart breaking into pieces.

"Excuse me," And with that, he turns around and pulls the door of the car open, ready to hop in, when she speaks up again.

"Please sir, I'm ready to do anything. You can uhm... employ me to take care of your dog, maybe feeding any of your pets. I... I... I really need this job. This is the last hope I have," Hearing this from her, he stops abruptly as his heart melts. The pain is obvious in her voice, but then he can't bring himself to understand why she would choose to do this when there are many firms out there that'll be ready to work with her...