ONCE A HEIRESS, NOW THE BILLIONAIRE'S MAID

Dear reader, what you're about to read is rated 18+ and contains strong sensual imagery, and more so, exciting romantic scenes and intense drama. Your honest thoughts and comments will propel me to finish this book, as I love to hear feedback. I hope you grab a glass of wine and a cookie while you scroll or flip through the pages of this book. I'll be waiting for your feedback" - Lila Monroe Williams.

"I broke up with Jake, and I don't regret it," Valerie began, her voice sharp as the sound of Layla chopping vegetables crackled through the phone.

"You did what?" Layla's voice shot back, almost drowning out the clatter.

"Exactly what you heard. I don't like repeating myself."

"So, six months of a relationship, just gone like that?"

"You know it's the longest I've ever been with a Man," Valerie said, almost bored by the subject already.

"I thought he was perfect for you," Layla replied.

"It was all hype," Valerie sighed. "His career, his good looks-those dashing, pearl-like eyes on that square jaw of his, none of that made up for our average love-making sessions. He could barely sustain an erection or thrust into me the way I wanted or thrust hard enough to get me to orgasm."

"But you told me he was good in bed!"

"Well, that's the problem. I was pretending. Honestly, it was embarrassing, a disappointing irony compared to what I thought he'd be like. I was tired of pretending I was enjoying him and his weird foreplays. I just wanted him to fuck the hell out of me, have me gasping for air or something. Our energies just didn't align. He was too conservative, too reserved. Too... caring. Not that it's a bad thing, but he didn't seem to have a mind of his own. Something about him just felt so off. I couldn't cope."

"What do you even want from men, Valerie? It's like you break up with them for fun. What you're complaining about is literally what most women dream of!"

"Boring sex and foreplays? Well, I've set him free so he can go fulfil the dreams of those women," Valerie replied with a shrug in her tone. "And, point of correction, I wasn't complaining. I'm Valerie Davis-I'm not easily impressed. Men like Jake, who'll do whatever I want whenever I want it, bore me to death. Honestly, I don't know why my dad won't let me relocate. The men around here are just not it."

"You're unbelievable. You don't like chivalrous men? They're too good to be true for you?"

"Exactly! There's something so sly about men like that. It puts me off."

"My goodness!" Layla exclaimed. "I don't know what to say, Valerie. You're on a roll with these men. You've been in and out of relationships like you're changing socks."

"Enough about men," Valerie cut in. "What the hell are you cooking?"

"Vegetable porridge," Layla replied.

"Sounds more like a concoction, We both know you're a terrible cook."

"At least I'm better than you! I know where to find the pot and chop the vegetables."

"I can't imagine staining or stressing my freshly manicured nails just to cook," Valerie said with a laugh.

She ended the call soon after, a satisfied smirk playing out on her lips as she leaned back against the plush leather seat of her father's limousine. The smooth hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the car did little to distract her from admiring her freshly manicured nails. Her father had finally let her take the limousine for a spin after days of pleading. What could be more befitting for a princess? After all, she was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city. The cityscape glistened through the tinted windows, but Valerie barely noticed. Her thoughts were already on her next purchase, away from Jake. She had meant everything she said about him, blocked him everywhere even.

Valerie had bought a new designer handbag and two pairs of shoes earlier that afternoon, just after breaking up with Jake. She had seen a sparkling diamond necklace in a boutique's window earlier in the day, and the thought of it stuck in her mind, like a catchy song. She promised herself that she would have it by the end of the day. Price tags never stopped her; money was just a number, and her father could always provide more. For her, the only excitement she found in men was physical; nothing else compared to the comfortable life she was used to.

As the only child of Richard Davis, Valerie never went without anything. Her father, a self-made businessman, had given her everything money could buy after her mother passed away.

The limousine pulled up outside the boutique, and Valerie stepped out, flicking her straightened hair over her shoulder as the chauffeur opened the door. Her burnt-orange two-piece was firmly sitting on her body as she walked into the store. Inside, the staff greeted her with smiles on their faces. Valerie wasn't having it because most times she felt they were putting up fake smiles, and the whispered admiration irritated her even more. These same people smiling were the very same people who would not hesitate to slander her in the comment section of any gossip blog she appeared on, she thought to herself as she walked by them. She moved through the store, her sharp eyes flitting across the displays as she dismissed and approved items with barely a word.

She moved through the jewellery section for a few minutes until she finally settled on the diamond necklace and a pair of earrings. She attempted to reach for it only to be shoved aside by a man who snatched the necklace right out of the display. He was taller, had longer hands, and reached for the jewellery before her.

"Excuse me," he said, not even looking at her.

Valerie's eyes widened in disbelief. "Excuse me?" she echoed, her voice sharp as she spun around to face him.

The man, utterly unbothered, examined the necklace under the boutique lights. "I had said, excuse me."

"Excuse you? You just shoved me!" Her voice rose, drawing the attention of nearby shoppers. "And that piece is mine! I was here first."

He turned to her, clearly unruffled, his expression cold and unimpressed. "It doesn't look like it's got your name on it, does it?"

Valerie scoffed, raising her chin defiantly. "I was about to take that necklace. And if you have any manners at all, you'll hand it over."

The man gave her a slow, almost patronising smile. "Manners? Over diamonds? So what happens if I don't give it back?"

"For a Man, that's so tacky and bitchy, is this how to treat a lady?"

"Oh I see, You are one of those self absorbed condescending skunks that think beauty can get you whatever you want huh?"

Valerie's blood boiled, and she yanked out her father's card, practically waving it in his face. "Oh, believe me, I can get what I want." She turned to the cashier with a commanding tone. "Go on, run the card. Now."

The cashier hesitated, torn between the two of them.

"Run. The. Card," Valerie repeated, each word clipped with irritation.

With a wary glance between them, the cashier processed the card and then, frowning, leaned forward. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss, but the card's been declined."

Valerie's confident smirk faltered, and her furry melting into a blush on her cheeks. "Declined?" She barely whispered the word, then squared her shoulders and laughed. "This is ridiculous. My father's card doesn't 'decline.' Run it again."

"Oh daddy's girl. I was thinking all that fierceness came from some level of independence, so you are just a broke girl spending daddy's money" The stranger said with a cocky smile.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are to talk to me in that manner, such insolence over a piece of jewelry, such a shame"

"I am nobody, I just like putting women like you in their place"

"So far, you have only been an ass instead of a gentle man"

The cashier returned with the card, it had refused once more.

Valerie's gaze sharpened. "This must be a mistake. I'll just call my father." She dialled her father's number, her annoyance growing with every unanswered ring until she reached his voicemail. The line clicked, and her father's calm, detached voice came on.

"You've reached the voicemail of Richard Davis. I'm currently unavailable. Please Leave a message. Goodbye."

Her hand froze, clutching her phone. This was her father's private line, so how is it unreachable?. It was as though the climax of a show of shame was building up and she wanted so badly to wipe off the smirk that grew on the stranger's face as he raised an eyebrow. "So You were saying?" he started, "Got no money to pay?"

"Go fuck yourself" Valerie spat out before storming out of the boutique, here eyes burning red with embarrassment. His cocky tone triggered her to the point she almost burst into tears, she kept dialling her dads number but it did not go through. Just after one last dial at her dad she decided to call one of her Ex boyfriend, Ramon and Voila, she got the money she wanted and returned to the boutique, her pulse racing. She re-entered with a cool expression and walked straight to the cashier, she handed over her card to the cashier, "I went to get a new card, Try this one"

The cashier nodded a successful withdrawal had been made. "I believe that settles it," she said, eyeing the man triumphantly.

He observed her, mild irritation flickering in his gaze, then shrugged. "I can double the payment for this piece of Jewelry, but I will let you have it. Enjoy it. It's not worth the stress, anyway." He turned his attention to another display, handed the necklace to the cashier, and left without another word.

"Just like that?' she thought. 'How rude!" she scoffed.

Valerie watched him walk away, a mix of triumph and frustration brewing inside her as clutched her hard-earned jewellery tightly and muttered to herself, "Unbelievable." She cursed him under her breath as she allowed her chauffeur to lead the way to the car.

ARMANI SEBASTIAN

It had been a long day settling into town, and the drama with the annoyingly pretty woman at the boutique earlier still lingered in his mind as he stepped out of his car. No woman had ever spoken to him the way she did. If she wasn't a spawn of the devil sent to ruffle his feathers, then who on earth did she think she was to go head-to-head with Armani Sebastian? He had to admit, though, she looked stunning when she argued over the jewellery.

Armani was used to women letting him have his way, just as he always had his way with Lunar, his current plaything and casual fling. He had acquired this house as a private meeting spot for their escapades, but he often had to remind her it was merely a place to satisfy his desires, not the home she was trying to make it out to be.

He saw her smiling by the window as he approached the house. He had told her repeatedly not to stay by the window or show too much affection, as what they had was purely temporary. It was nothing more than their frequent encounters-sex. He had also instructed her never to wear panties while in his house and ensured he ripped them to shreds whenever she disobeyed. Despite his efforts, she kept buying new ones, clearly just to provoke him. Perhaps Sex with Armani was better when he was in a fit of rage perhaps.

"Welcome home" Lunar said upon opening the door.

"What did I tell you about standing by the window?" He fired, holding her neck and using one of his legs to slam the door shut.

"I just wanted to welcome you with a smile after having a long day, I just wanted to make you happy" she whimpered as he clasped unto his hand, praying he doesn't snap her neck in half. his grip was stronger than usual.

"I dont want you trying to make me happy, you are not my wife or anything more than my cum dump" he yelled, holding on to her neck.

"Please forgive me" she moaned in inaudible whispers.

"I see what you are doing and I am going to show you where you belong" He said, pushing her into one of the couch and unbuckling his belt.

"I'm sorry papi, I wont do it again" Lunar whimpered as she tried to hid her face from him.

"No you dont get to be sorry now, you knew what you wanted when you stood by the window and you will get punished just the right way a slut should be punished" He roared, flinging her legs apart like fresh meat. His eyes went into flames upon seeing her new victoria secret's lace panties, and in one strong pull, they were in shreds, ripped from covering her nicely shamed vagina.

He liked the look of innocence her vagina had, it was one of the reasons he had kept her around for that long, smooth, and surple, the pink line leading into the depths of her body drove him Mad, he positioned her waist properly for easy penetration and aggressively drove into her with the precision of a speeding train. She tried to jerk away from his firm grip as hot air escaped from her throat with each stroke.

She could see the fury in his eyes and he dug deep into her, she tried to push him awaybut it triggered him even more, he held her both hands above her head with his left hand and spanked her firm breasts with his right hands while he pistoned into her with so much precision.

"Arrgh! you are hurting me, I'm sorry" Lunar screamed after Armani latched unto one of her breast, aggressively sucking on both of them while she tried to wriggle them away from his mouth.

"When I tell you not to do something and you go on to do it, this is what you get for disobedience" He groaned and he grinded into her endlessly.

He was aware of all the the things his 10.6 inches shaft was doing to her, he loved the redness of her vagina, the burning sensation of her inside while her walls squeezed andpushed down on his flesh in her bid to fight him off. In one strong flip, she was on all four with her head down inbetween the pillows. Her moans stiffled as he rough-dug into her, spanking her butt cheeks till they were red and gore.

Something strange repeatedly happened with every stroke deep inside Lunar, flashes of the pretty faced lady at the boutique, ran through Armani's mind, the way she spoke to him rudely had him wishing she was the one taking all the grunts he was unleashing inside Lunar. He found himself loving the idea of shutting her up and more so, slutting her out for daring to speak to him. It was her face he saw instead of Lunar's when leaned forward for a kiss, his grip around lunar's neck became tighter, his strokes, harder, rougher and misdirected, hitting all corners of her insides. until he finally came, his semen sipping out of her vagina after he pulled out.

"Go clean up, and get back here, I got you something, and hey, make sure you are on your pill!" he said, settling into another couch while he watched her gather herself, her shreded panties, she silently limp away.

In the few minutes he had to himself, he wondered why flashes of the pretty lady at the boutique kept troubling his mind. He just finished sleeping with one of the biggest super model in the country, and disrespectfully too, she has been his play thing his his girlfriend decided to take a break from their relationship. Women want to be in his bed, they love to be dominated by him, they submit to him without doing much but this particular lady talked back at him. And his ego was a bit hurt.

Armani was so lost in his thoughts, he did not notice Lunar had re-emerged from the rear, she brought him back to consiciousness when she tried to sit on his laps but he motioned her to sit on the chair instead,"suck on my dick" he ordered and she was immediately on her knees sucking him of.

"What is wrong with you women?" He asked, rehtorically, motioning Lunar to keep sucking when she tried to look up, "I didn't ask you to stop, and no teeth please."

She continued, gagging and making the slurpy gawk gawk sound.

"She had the audacity to ask for a break, I granted that. And now she is rejecting my gifts? I got insulted by a wretched wench today just because I was trying to get jewelry for that ungrateful bitch, and now I have to deal with the slurpy blow job your giving me" He said as he reached her head, forcing more himself down her throat till she was gasping for air, this continued until he came. Then he had her the small jewelry box, "it's a diamond set" he added.

"Awwwn you didnt have to" Lunar whispered, trying to wipe his cum mixed with saliva off her face.

"I figured you will like it" He said dryly.

"So those this mean?.."

"Nothing Lunar! It mean's nothing, dont get it twisted" He blurted, "You bitches just know how to spoil a good moment"

"I'm sorry Papi" she whispered, apologetically.

"What are you sorry for?"

"For over stepping. "

"Good. You're beneath me, your job is to suck my dick and be my bottom bitch and thats that, if I wanted a relationship, I certainly would not date you, pretty girls like you serve big papi and thats that" He rapped in his raspy deep voice, his words stung her but she smiled through it.

"Thank you for reminding my place papi"

Silence ensued between the both of them, it lasted for a couple of minutes. Lunar took the initiative upon herself to pour him a drink, she came back with two glasses and handed him one of them before sitting close across him. He muttered "Thank you" under his breath and continue to stared into thin air.

"You know you can do something about the woman from earlier, if you wanted to, what stopped you?" she asked in between sips.

"There was just something about her that I couldnt seem to place it, I dont know what came over me, I just let her have the jwelry I initially wanted to buy" He said wryly, "But damn, she is beautiful, fierce too"

"For you to be thinking about her till this moment, she left quite an impression on you" she said softly.

Armani had the look that seemed as though he was thinking about what Lunar had said, on his face. He was actually thinking of how he was going to meet the woman again when Lunar asked him,

"How long are you going to be staying for?"

"Last I remember, I got this house for you, so you dont get to ask me when I am leaving or how long I will be staying for, and as a matter of fact, you deserve to be punished for that stupid question, get over here!" he thundered.

He pulled her by hair upstairs, all the way to the bedroom where, he fucked her ten thousand ways from sunday, she signed up for it when she decided to be his sex doll and play thing, she let him do whatever he wanted with her, including blowing up her butt. That night, sex with him was different, he had a robust sexual appetite, but that night, it was as though he was trying to get the sexually frustrative thought of the woman he met at the boutique out of his mind, and Lunar was the portal to unleashing all that energy.

Valerie stepped into her mansion, the sharp sounds of her designer heels echoing against the gleaming marble floor. What a day, she thought, taking in the soothing scent of lavender candles wafting through the air. It was a signature touch from her housekeeper, Mrs. Marshall, but tonight even that couldn't calm her irritation. She wasn't sure who had vexed her more: her father or the infuriating stranger at the boutique.

Lost in thought, Valerie strode past the dining room without a glance. Mrs. Marshall emerged from the kitchen, carefully setting down a plate on the already-prepared table.

"Dinner's ready, Miss Valerie," she said with her usual warm smile, straightening a napkin. "Your father stopped by earlier, and your friend Layla is upstairs. She arrived not too long ago."

Valerie barely slowed her pace; her tone clipped. "Not hungry," she said, heading for the staircase. "How long was my dad here?"

"Just a few minutes," Mrs. Marshall replied, handing her a brown envelope. "He asked me to give you this."

Valerie snatched the envelope, tearing it open. Mrs. Marshall hesitated, then ventured, "Rough day, Miss?"

Valerie sighed, her irritation barely contained. "The day's been awful, Mrs. Marshall. I'm sorry for snapping, but it feels like it couldn't possibly get worse."

As she climbed the stairs, faint music drifted down from her bedroom, mingled with Layla's carefree laughter. Valerie's annoyance flared anew. Bursting into the room, her gaze locked on Layla, who was twirling in front of the mirror, wearing one of Valerie's newly purchased dresses.

"Layla!" Valerie exclaimed, planting her hands on her hips.

Layla turned, feigning innocence. "Val, you never said I couldn't try it on," she teased, striking a playful pose.

Valerie folded her arms. "That's brand-new! I haven't even worn it yet." She tossed her purse onto the bed.

Layla rolled her eyes. "Relax, Valerie. You've got a whole wardrobe of unworn clothes. Besides, don't I look amazing?" She gave a mischievous twirl.

Valerie felt a hint of a smile tug at her lips, but still, she held her ground. "You can't just raid my stuff, Layla."

"Fine," Layla laughed, slipping out of the dress and tossing it onto a chair. "Now spill. what's with the mood?"

Valerie hesitated, then sank onto the bed with a weary sigh. "It's my dad," she muttered, her frustration bubbling over. "He's cut me off. Cancelled all my cards, won't answer my calls, and left me with this." She tossed the letter at Layla, who caught it mid-air.

Layla's eyebrows shot up while opening the letter. "Wait, seriously? Your dad cut you off?"

Valerie nodded miserably. "Yes. He said I need to 'become responsible,' or something equally ridiculous."

Layla, still glancing through the letter, looked at her friend with sympathy. "Wow. He literarily cut you off, That's... harsh."

"I know, right? And on top of that, I had an equally awkward situation, and I had to even involve Ramon somehow since Dad couldn't come through."

"No way! Ramon? Okay, this bad!" Layla exclaimed.

Ramon was the last person to get any sort of help, not after the messy breakup he had with Valerie. Layla knew this, hence her reaction.

"What did he ask for in return?" Layla asked, her tone sharp and inquisitive.

"We are yet to discuss that?" Valerie said, quite dismissively.

"And then, to make things worse," Valerie continued, her irritation rising again. "I went to get this necklace today, and some rude guy-some arrogant jerk-just shoves me aside and picks it up like he owns the place!"

"Oh no." Layla's mouth twitched as if trying not to laugh. "Who is this mystery man?"

"I don't even remember his name. I tried to buy it, but my dad's card declined, and he was just... there, watching me like I was some dumb dingbat in a clown show."

Layla stifled a laugh. "Okay, that's actually terrible. But come on, Val, you've handled worse."

Valerie looked away, blinking back the frustration that burnt in her eyes.

"Maybe I have, but it's just... different! Men fall at my feet! I have never been disrespected by any man in my entire life, but today I encountered this lunatic that had me feeling like a joke! You should have seen how he acted like he was talking to a peasant; I am No peasant! I am Valerie Davis! Nobody treats me like a pushover! And my dad adding salt to the injury got me feeling completely powerless, Layla. First my dad, then that insufferable man." Valerie ranted, almost choked with emotion.

"Slow down, baby." Layla sat down beside her, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Hey, you're still Valerie Davis. You don't need all these negative energies. Have you tried calling your dad again?"

"He won't take my call," Valerie cooed.

"You know what? We will try again and dawn; do not let anybody make you feel less yourself or feel bad; you need to cheer up and let's go eat dinner; your housekeeper must have prepared something delicious," Layla said, trying to pull Valerie away from the bed.

A small smile crept onto Valerie's face. "You're right. I'm not letting anyone make me feel like this. Get dressed," she said, shaking off the mood. "We're going out. I need a drink, maybe three, and I need to forget all of this."

Layla grinned, leaping to her feet. "Now you're talking! But what about dinner?"

"Oh, please forget about dinner. Let's hit the club and dance all this drama away."