The Billionaire Fell for his Maid.

Cynthia's voice fills the room as she gasps in pleasure, her head tilts to the back and her eyes roll to the back as Daryl gently pulls her hair. The intensity between them heightens, and it's very clear that she was enjoying every moment of their connection.

Daryl, confident in himself, knows exactly how to please any woman he was with, and he enjoys the fact that they appreciated his charm and his passion. He has a way of being in control that these women respond to, and he always makes sure that they are satisfied. Generosity in his approach was something he prided himself on, ensuring their pleasure was always at the forefront.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs as he increases his pace from behind her, watching as Cynthia's body responds to his action.

She holds onto the sheets, her breath quickening with each movement. At this point, she's high on pleasure, and she doesn't want Daryl to stop for anything. She arches her back towards him as she readjusts her waist to meet Daryl's pace.

"Yes Daryl. Harder" she screams out in ecstasy.

Daryl shifts her position, pulls her close, and their bodies begin to move together as if in sync. Cynthia matches his energy in every way, always giving just as much as she received.

As the intensity starts building up, Daryl's grip on her waist tightens. He's reaching his peak.

"Yes...come for me" he demands with a low groan, going as fast as humanly impossible.

He is in control-always has been-as he guides her movements and soon, they both reach their peak together.

"Oh my God, Daryl, you are the best" she exclaims as her soft moans completely fill the air, blending with the rhythm of their bodies. Daryl could feel her trembling underneath him, fully immersed at the moment.

Afterward, they both lie there in bed with their backs to the bed for a while in order to catch their breath. After a few seconds, he goes to the bathroom and takes off the condom, then comes back to lie in bed.

Cynthia is different from the other women-there is something about her that stands out. She has broken a few of his rules at different times, but Daryl doesn't mind because their relationship is complicated; it is not so easy to discard Cynthia and since she is always willing to be in his bed at any time, Daryl will never mind the rest. She knows how to keep up with him, she understands him, both physically-especially in bed, and he likes it.

"You're insatiable," Daryl says with a smirk as Cynthia smiles back at him and kisses his chest before standing up and heading to the bathroom. She wears a robe she picked up from the bedside, swaying her waist about as she walks into the bathroom.

"Want to join me?" She calls out playfully once she's in front of the bathroom entrance, but Daryl shakes his head-he's truly not interested.

"Nah, you go ahead," he replies with a lazy grin, knowing that for him, relationships are something to avoid and doing a shower together will only mean planting relationship ideas in the other person. He valued his freedom as well as his peace of mind too much to be tied down by anything serious.

**

Daryl Walton has everything a man could ever want and more. Women, power, and wealth. He is known for his charming looks, his love for multiple women, and his refusal to commit to any woman.

Despite his friend Ben's warnings that he might end up alone one day, Daryl wasn't worried. He has built a life that works for him-one where he can be in control, never letting complications or drama take root. His rules were clear: no woman for more than six months, no repetition of women and to never let things get too personal-like visits at home or at work.

**

Daryl glances at his phone with a beeping sound from his phone. A message from his mother inviting him for dinner pops up on the phone screen. He sighs, tossing the phone aside, not in the mood to deal with family obligations.

Cynthia, now fresh from her shower, returns to the bed naked, her playful smile inviting Daryl for more. She leans in, her lips brushing against his skin. Cynthia is a beauty model, the kind that Daryl likes, but even though Daryl knows she won't and can't be the last woman to share his bed, there's always something about Cynthia that allows him to pave way for her in his bed every time since they met.

Smirking, Daryl turns towards her and pulls her closer to him. "You really can't get enough, can you?" And then, he grabs her ass and spanks it very hard afterward.

"Only with you, D" she replies in this romantic, sugary tone with a wink and a low moan just as Daryl falls against her body, preparing for another round.

His fingers traced her body from her waist down to her womanhood, where he caressed her slowly with his finger.

"How bad do you want me?" He whispered into her ear.

"As bad as wanting to live" she replied with a sultry voice.

Daryl chuckled "I don't know how you always have me hooked in bed every time. You are such a bad girl" He slowly licked her earlobe lightly.

"Because you like what I possess, and you like this bad girl," Cynthia answered as a low moan escaped her mouth...

"Yes, I do," Daryl replies and goes down to take her breast in his mouth.

She wants Daryl to kiss her right now. So, she immediately curls her fingers into his brown hair, and pulls him up for a kiss.

"Let's not do that" Daryl protests. He takes her hands away from his head and pins them together above her head. He then proceeds to plant a kiss on her neck where he lingered for a while, he sucked on her skin.

"Hmm" Cynthia moans out, closing her eyes to embrace the feeling.

"Please f*ck me Daryl" Cynthia pleads. A wicked smile appears on Daryl's face as he looks up at her.

"I like that. Beg me all you want like your life depends on it" he cajoles.

"D, please..." she pleads.

Daryl chuckles lightly, spinning Cynthia over to her back. He loves his women begging for him. That action gets him twice as hard as normal.

He watches Cynthia's buttocks exposed in the open waiting for him to take action. He cups her butt cheek and sees as she responds to every touch of his. He quickly slides through the bedside drawer and digs out a condom which he instantly tears open with the help of his teeth. Slowly, he enters inside her from behind as she lay there.

"Hmm..yeah!" Cynthia moans out. While he was at it his phone began to ring. Daryl, in the midst of his play, stares at the phone. He sees the name on the screen and makes an attempt to grab the phone, but Cynthia stops him.

"Please don't. Don't stop," she pulls his hand away from the phone he was trying to get. But Daryl decides to finish before attending to the phone.

"Yes. Yea, yea, yea..." Cynthia's loud moan fills the room as she came again. As Daryl senses himself approaching orgasm, he grabs Cynthia's neck and chokes her lightly but firmly as he too reaches his peak.

"Ahhh... Yeah!" he exclaims loudly. Daryl immediately wants to get out of bed and leave. He goes into the bathroom, takes off the condom and goes back to get dressed. While he's at it, his phone starts to ring again. He wants to finish dressing up before walking to his phone. And that's what he does.

He fastens the zip of his trousers and finishes up the buttons of his shirt before starting to walk to the phone on the nightstand. Cynthia is still lying in bed and trying to get a hold of her breath and energy.

"Let's meet soon, okay?" Daryl says to Cynthia before finally taking the phone to pick up the call that never stopped ringing.

ONE MONTH AGO...

"You do not know anybody there, and you don't even have any money" Ana's mother screams on top of her voice.

Ana had always wanted to move to the city side of the country, away from her mother. She wanted to move so that she could make more earnings, and take better care of herself.

When her father left, her mother became very uncontrollable-bringing home different strangers to their house every night. Ana suddenly found herself hating everything, including her mother. And sometimes some of the men would want to assault her.

But as always, she managed just fine to escape them.

And since then, even when she was still very young, she was the one who paid most of their bills-because her mother would spend all her cash on weed and cocaine. Just last night, Ana discovered her savings had been tampered with by no other person than her mom.

No matter how hard Ana had tried to help her mother to at least take responsibility, her efforts failed every time. Right now, Ana is tired, enduring everything for years. It is for this reason that she wants to move out to the city side and struggle with life from there; so she won't have to deal with her mother anymore.

"Staying here with you, watching you bring home all these men every night, feels like I'm living in a shit hole ...it feels like I'm suffocating and, like I'm all alone" Ana yells back at her mother who is trying to grab Ana's hand.

"I don't even know you anymore Mom. I feel like I've never known you" Ana says as her eyes start becoming full of tears, but she sniffs and wipes them off immediately. She doesn't want to cry in front of her mother, she doesn't want the woman to know how much she's been affected. Not after all these years of endurance.

"I'm tired of your life. I'm tired of this life we are living. You stopped caring about your child. I guess this was why my father left. Because of your irresponsibility", Ana continues her lamentation and storms out of the room into her room to pack her bag.

Her mother's tears won't stop her from leaving, nobody can. Her mother follows her behind.

"I am your mother, and don't you dare talk to me like that. Okay?" The woman responded by pulling Ana by her hand. Because of respect and God, Ana won't push her mother to the fucking ground just as she's feeling right now.

"What do you want from me, huh? Do you think I don't care about you? Do you fucking know how I managed to keep us alive after your father left? Do you? Do you know exactly why your father left? Do you think it was because of me? And you stand there and talk to me about being tired. Do you know who's more tired?" Her mother says with a cracked voice as tears fall from her eyes...

"You know nothing about being tired," the woman says immediately and wipes off her eyes and nostrils.

Ana feels this temptation to sit down and hear why her father left, but she won't because she didn't plan to fall for her mother's prank "I don't care about all of that anymore," Ana says, pushing her mother's hand off hers. "Just look at yourself and how fast you are aging. Very soon, gray and white hair will take over your head. And it's all because of those drugs you are taking".

Her mother outrageously raises her hand to slap Ana, but she blocks it with her two hands.

"I'm no longer a child, mom. I'm a grown woman, and I'm leaving now because I say so. Okay?" she said, grabbing the cheap black leather bag in her drawer. She starts to put a few clothes she had inside the bag as quickly as she can. Her mother is just standing at the entrance with folded hands looking at her daughter packing up her belongings.

When Ana finishes up, she takes her purse from the bed, and turns around to leave.

"Are you just going to leave me like this?" the woman asks with a teary voice. But Ana is convinced that her mother is only trying to guilt-trip her into staying back. She ignores the woman and walks past her and towards the door not minding the woman's tone.

"Like father, like daughter," the woman screams out sarcastically. But, Ana is already out of the door.

"Yes, leave like your father" the woman still screams out even when Ana is already out of the house. Ana hears her mother but she ignores her voice.

Ana doesn't exactly have any plans. She doesn't know anyone in the city. She's just convinced that life will be better as long as she's out of her mother's grip. She has been waiting for so long to get the courage to stand up to her mother and now that she has, she's happy to have left.

Even as she boards the train, and till she gets off the train, she has absolutely no idea where exactly she wants to go. Her mom and father are the only people she knows in New York City.

She stops a taxi when she gets off the train.

"Please take me to the nearest cheap hotel" she tells the taxi driver.

"You don't look like you can afford hotels on this side of the state. Are you from around here?" The driver asks, observing her. Ana shakes her head.

"I'll take you to a motel" the driver offers and takes Ana to a motel where she pays to stay for two nights at least.

One day, Ana meets this lady at the mall who offers to pay for what she bought because she couldn't pay for the complete goods.

"Thank you very much" Ana says to the lady.

"You are welcome. Do you live around here?" The young lady asks and Ana shakes her head. The lady looks just about the same age as Ana.

"I'm actually new here," Ana replied.

"Oh! I'm Sloane, by the way," the lady says, stretching out her hand to Ana.

"Ana," she replies, taking the lady's hand.

"I live over there. What about you? We can be friends"

Ana is, of course, ashamed to say that she doesn't have a place to call home yet but she's happy to have someone treat her nicely.

**********

TO THE PRESENT....



Ana is sitting still on the desk with her right hand supporting her chin. She is exhausted from working because she has been working all morning since she is working more hours than usual today and also because Mr Green won't let her rest a bit.

She sighs to herself as she stretches her arms and her neck. One can hear the kram-kram sound of her bones.

"Young lady, what are you doing there sitting all pretty?" the short, healthy-looking mid-forty man asks with his pipe in his mouth. Ana is startled as she stumbles to her feet, trying to keep herself from falling.

"Nothing sir," she saunters.

"I thought so too. We have customers, woman" he says to her and lowers his eyes.

"Go on and attend to them fast. Come on, young lady" the man instructs.

Ana stands and follows him behind as he walks into the shop's counter. "See that table?" he asks, pointing ahead of them. Ana stretches her neck to see the table, then nods her head after a second of observation.

"Yes sir" she replies.

"Okay, go serve them," he tells her. Ana turns and leaves. "And behave your very best" he adds to her hearing and she nods her head repeatedly.

Ana wipes her face with her face towel before taking her jotter and pen and walks towards the table. She wonders who the men at the table are that Mr. Green has asked her to behave herself in front of them. After all, she's almost new in the cafe shop.

Are they regulars here? She asks herself on her way to get their orders.

"Good day sirs," Ana says to the men in her nicest of voice as she dips one hand into her apron front pocket.

"Why do you like this place so much?" One of the men, the one with brown hair, is asking the other man with him-the one with black hair. They don't respond to her greeting immediately, making Ana think they were rude.

Maybe because they are actually rude, she thinks to herself.

"Good day sirs, what would you like?" Ana asks again and waits for their response.

"Because they make the best coffee, or don't you think so? '' the black-haired man replies, still ignoring Ana.

Ana is getting impatient but she's trying to be cool.

"Sir, please let me take your order" she says, waving a hand in between the men.

"Oh, sorry. Get me the usual" the one with black hair says.

Ana is a bit confused, it's her first time serving them.

"Sorry sir, but what is the usual?" she asks politely.

"Are you new here? Do you not know us?" The black-haired man ask, looking up at her. The brown-haired man is silent throughout.

"Not exactly. I started working not too long ago, and I'm new to serving you guys," she replies.

"Obviously," the black-haired man says. "Americano," he adds and licks his lips.

"Flat white," the brown-haired man answers with a smile.

Ana looks at him, his smile is the most beautiful she has ever seen in her entire life and it makes her unknowingly smile too. She notices how very handsome the young men are as she scribbles their order in her note before walking away.

She admires how tailored-up the men are. Their cologne smells expensive, she could tell they are very rich.

'They must have a lot of money' she thinks to herself as she walks away to get their orders.

"She has a great ass," one of them says, and Ana hears him.

Normally, she would have gone back and punch the pervert in his face, as she doesn't like any man complimenting her in any way called sexy. She hates it so much.

And she hates this job too-having to walk around and attend to people you don't know and having to deal with rude customers sometimes. But this time, weirdly, she smiled at those words. She doesn't feel like she wants to punch the man who said that.

She walks into the counter and to the coffee-making machine. When the cups of coffee are ready, she takes them one after the other and puts them on a tray and goes back to the table.

On her way, she turns to see a little girl running inside the shop and hugging her mother. The woman kisses her daughter softly on the forehead.

Ana's heart aches in pain as she stops to watch the mother and daughter. She didn't mean to leave her mother or run away from her. If only the woman didn't turn out the way she did.

Ana still misses the days when they were happy, and her mother would come to school and pick her up. She misses her mother, the one who raised her...

"What is wrong with you?" someone's shout interrupts Ana's thoughts.

"Are you blind?" The voice roars in anger and that is when Ana turns to get a hold of herself realizing how lost she has been but it is already too late; she has spilled hot coffee on a customer and all over the table and floor too.

"Shit!" she immediately mutters against her breath as she turns to realize who it is she has spilled the coffee on.

Oh God, no! She worries in her head.

She is going to be dead meat if Mr. Green dares come out at this time.

What was she thinking letting herself so loose to spill hot coffee on a customer? This has never happened to her before, why now? Ana lowers her eyes in shame as she apologizes to the man.

"I'm so sorry sir. Please, I'm sorry" she begs him as she begins wiping off the coffee spills on his shirt with a napkin from her apron pocket. She's trying so hard alongside to avoid his still gaze. A gaze that is making her heart sink into her stomach.

This won't have happened if she wasn't busy thinking about lost memories that will never get back frantically. Of a lost mother that she didn't plan to see again. This shouldn't have happened-the fact that Ana was thinking of her mother.

"It's fine," the man with brown hair says. He holds her hand to stop her from cleaning his shirt "I said it's fine" he adds with a grin, his voice cold as ice as he looks up at her.

Ana stares at the man wondering if he's upset or actually fine-apart from his grin earlier, there is no other emotion on his face. His face looks anything far from being upset and nothing close to happiness.

The way he is holding her hand, it feels right and she feels safe to let him hold her as long as he wants. His hand is smooth and big and his hold is not tight or intimidating. This makes Ana feel at peace for the first time in a man's grip. This is because Ana has always felt shaky and scared of men-either holding her or coming very close to her. Most times, they tried to assault her, other times, they wanted to steal from her.

Except this time, she wants a man to hold her.

His brown eyes stare into her soul and it's like everything is suddenly on pause. She is lost in them as she stares right back. His mild lined beard lie smoothly on his jaw. His sharp jaw is very pronounced and right now she's wondering how cute he is-like a tamed tiger. Ana loves animals of every kind and the one in front of her, reminds her of all the cute alpha animals in the cat family that she loves looking at like tiger, pussy cat, Lion...

"Hey," he suddenly calls out to her after a minute of being lost again. That's when Ana blinks her eyes .

"I...I...I...I'm sorry" She stammers, slowly taking her hand away from his hold.

"It's fine, don't worry," he answers nonchalantly, attempting a smile. And even when it isn't a real smile, it's still the kind of smile that melts your soul and makes her heart jump a little. She lowers her eyes and diverts it away from him.

God this man!!!

"Try to concentrate while working," the other man with black hair chirps in and she nods her head.

Ana bends low and gradually starts picking up the broken pieces of the ceramics. Mr. Green will take this off her pay if he sees the broken cups and she knows that so she packs it up very quickly.

When she is done picking the broken ceramics, she stands up to face the man

"Let me get you another coffee, I won't charge you for it" she tells him without even meaning her words, and somehow wishing he'd decline the offer. But if he says yes, then she will have to take the money off her pay. Though that will cost a fortune compared to what she is earning.

The man is gazing at her like he wants to feed on her and suck out all her blood.

"It's fine, you are probably stressed. Take some rest" he says to her. He is a gentleman; definitely her type of man-a man who knows when a woman is stressed and should take some rest.

Mr. Green can use some lessons from this man.

"Thank you..." she finds her words to speak as she stammers, not sure why she's thanking him. Her eyes meet his as she stretches out the napkin in her hand to him so he can finish cleaning his shirt. It obviously doesn't smell as good as he does, but the napkin doesn't smell bad either.

"You can use this, it's clean enough" she tells him but he declines by pushing the napkin away from him.

The other man with black hair suddenly clears his throat and stands up first and waits for his friend. She has ruined their day and Ana feels really sorry about that.

"Trust me, this coffee will make more sense than the former. I'll personally make it without a machine." She tries her luck.

"You don't have to." the man with brown hair tells her, standing up next.

Oh boy! He's so well built.

She glances up at him as he towers over her, her cheeks are becoming red too. His shoulder is broad and sleek. Almost as if she can jump on top and maybe dance around it. She watches pull off his now stained white suit jacket exposing a black check shirt that looks very pretty just like him. He throws the jacket over his arm.

"Let's go, Daryl," the black-haired man calls out.

Daryl. Her inner voice screams the man's name like it's the best news she's ever heard.

"Here," the man said. Taking her hand, Daryl puts some money inside her palm for their bill.

"sir, you don't have to pay" she tries to decline judging from the fact that they didn't drink the coffee they ordered.

"Don't worry" he tells her, his eyes sparkling.

"Sorry I ruined your cloth" she tries to apologize again. But he doesn't reply or speak, he just nods curtly then turns around and walks away with his friend.

Ana quickly turns around to check if her boss is looking in her direction but thank God he isn't anywhere close to see the mess she has caused or she might lose her job.

Who are those men? She keeps questioning herself as she goes back to the counter. When she's at the counter, she carefully and quickly disposes of the broken pieces of ceramics. After tha, Ana opens her palm and counts the money that Daryl gave her. She realizes that he paid more than their actual bill. There is an extra two grand on top of the fifty dollars he was supposed to pay for the coffee. No wonder it felt full when he put the money in her hand.

What? Ana gasps with her jaw falling open. This is more than she has ever been tipped since she started working here. This is more than anyone has given her since she got here. Aside from what Sloane and God has done for her which may be equal to that amount, no other person has ever given her that much before-and without any work. Not even her own mother.

She stares at her hand in disbelief.

Noticing she's outside, she quickly closes her dropped jaw and swallows dryly. Then she takes out the extra and hides it in her back pocket as fast as she can before someone come out and see.

"Daryl..." Ana whispers to herself and giggles.

"Hey, A for Ana" Samuel, her co-worker, calls from behind her. He has a coy smile on his face as he approaches her.

"What?" she swirls around to face him.

"You look startled, honey. Did I interrupt something?" He asks stretching his neck forward to peeep.

"Nothing, and yes you startled me," she replies "What do you want, Samuel?"

"Nothing, I'm just surprised to still see you here by this time. Don't you want to go home? Your shift is over." he tells her.

"Well, I'd love it if you mind your business. Thank you" Ana retorts.

"I bring no trouble girl, I just want to be cool with you" he says.

Samuel is gay and he was the first person she met at work on her first day. He was very rude to her and she hated him afterwards. But as time went by, he has been trying to change the situation of the relationship between them even when Ana seems not to be interested and not making it easy for him.

"Just focus on working, Samuel '' she says to him as she sticks out her tongue at him. Then, she walks away after that.

************†*††††

"Sorry about that, man" Ben apologizes to Daryl the minute they are out of the coffee shop.

Daryl nods his head and side smiles at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't feel any kind of way about the spilled coffee at all. It's just that there was something about the young lady that suddenly made him not to feel anger. It's not like him to be that polite and calm around commoners. On a normal day, he would have scolded the person and requested to see the manager.

Her innocent face, her cute round lips. Her slim waist that held her round buttocks so firmly. That bouncy movement it made when she walked past them. Daryl wonders if the ass is real or fake but a girl like that can't possibly have the finance to get an ass lift or whatever it is they call it these days.

The kind of man Daryl is is not the type to see women's beauty outside the bedroom. For him, that's the only time he sees their beauty. Except this time, it's different. Daryl saw beyond the covers of that jean she was wearing without having to take them off.

He wonders what it would be like feeling that chocolate skin of hers. What it would be like to have her small frame pinned under him in bed, what it would be like with her cute mouth round his manhood. But again at the same time, there was something about her that made him imagine making love to her instead of fucking her, tucking her weaves behind her ear and kissing her so passionately.

Shit. Daryl shakes his head from that thought. He doesn't make love. He's not the type to make love to women.

"I see that you are not angry. And why that smug smile on your face?" Ben inquires firing Daryl this questioning look.

He had better keep it to himself; the desires that lay in his head. He wonders if he will see her again or if he should just see her again.

"Let's just go," Daryl says to Ben. And smiles again to himself.

Shit. Why is he suddenly feeling this way? He shakes his head and tries to get the smile off his face.

"Are you going to tell me why you are smiling?" Ben asks on their way out of the boutique-one of Daryl's where he came to change his ruined suit.

"I like that coffee shop" he says "their coffee is amazing"

"You haven't even tasted it" Ben reminds him "you've only been there today if all the times I've been trying to take you"

Daryl tilts his head to the side "Oh. Then I can't wait to try it. I'm sure it will be excellent. Perfect"

The lady's face flashes across Daryl's mind. He thinks of her eyes, they were pretty, possibly the prettiest he has seen. Those sea green eyes, reminding him of the deep sea and how deep he'll love to drown in them.

"I can't believe you, man" Ben scoffs raking a long look at his friend "are you thinking about that young woman? Don't tell me you'll stop that low" .

"Chill man, I'm not fucking her yet. I can't stoop that low. You know how I like my women" Daryl responds with a grin.

"That girl is possibly innocent," Ben says. "Her face looks innocent"

"That's the reason I may love to have her so badly, but she is over there working at the coffee shop instead of being with me and warming my bed. Besides, there's only one way to find out if she is indeed innocent" Daryl smirks.

"You are just unbelievable" Ben scolds and adjusts his tie.

"Don't worry about that, chill" Daryl says convincingly, touching Ben's chest.