The Billionaire's Maid

**NORA**

My name is Lenora Ryne, number one female best pop star. I'm 23 and the most beautiful woman on the planet, ever since three years. I'm the only child to my parents. My dad is of late and my mom, Christina Ryne is a super busy business tycoon. She travels regularly but she always has time to come back home.

I've got everything you will ever need;- money, wealth, a loving mom, maids that do everything I order, bodyguards to risk their low lives for mine, fame, popularity, a perfect voice, great talent, name it... I am what you wish to be, a household name.

I also have the most adorable thing any lady will kill to have, Ryan. He's my super cute boyfriend who's been ranked too as world's most handsome. He's a pop star too and has a very huge fan base compared to mine. He's world's most followed on IG, Twitter and Facebook. Despite him being very calm and and keeping a hyper private life, everyone still tries digging into his personal life....

Although, Ryan's anti social lifestyle really pisses me off but whenever I am with my boyfriend, I tend to forget that he is anti social. I love him in his flawed life and I on the contrary find his anti social life quite attractive...

Here I am, sitting before my wonderful mirror with glittering bulbs round its corners. My make-up, hairs and nails were been done by various people who are professionals in the different fields. So I just sat on my pink director's chair as a statue and faced my mirror in all smiles.

"You will be on set in five." My manager said and walked closer to me. The look I saw on his face as he gazed through the mirror, already hinted me on what he was about to say.

"You look beautiful, Nora." He said, just as I had anticipated. I smiled as my usual response.

"Where is the dress you will be putting on?" He asked me. It's ironic sitting here getting all made up for a fashion commercial and I am asked on what to wear. As funny as it may sound, the dumb words which sounded as pure gibberish in my ears, got me upset already. The anger which was a normal thing as he shifted backwards.

"Didn't they send the dress already?" I asked and everyone there shook their heads in disapproval.

"Very well then." I concluded making fast but swift steps to the dress stand there where my beautiful dress was. It was my simple partially flared gown that went about 5inches below my hip level. It is a handless black gown.

"You can't leave when you have to stream a live commercial." My manager said reaching out to stop me and I turned to face the old man.

"I won't do it. The dress meant for the commercial is late. It is not even around." I scoffed loudly, taking of my white long jacket exposing my smooth perfect slim body. If there be a different word for perfect then it would be great cause I was more than perfect for myself. Funny enough, my perfect me is just natural. I fit perfectly in dresses as my hips somehow come out. That is why I always did my fashion shoots for High School Magazine and Perfect Skin.

"Please don't do this." My manager pleaded but it all fell on deaf ears. I just rolled my eyes and zipped my dress.

"I already did." I answered him, picked my phone's and walked out of the building. I cared less of the shoot and the implications of what I just did. I also cared less of my manager. He's just a manager, nothing more. I walked out of the building to where my Lexus, LC 500, was parked.

"Miss Nora! Miss Nora please." A voice called my name and I turned.

"The outfit for the shoot was brought."

"They are pleading you come back. It had a slight delay." He added. I turned back to my car and entered inside. I signaled my driver to come so I could pass across an information.

"Tell them to put the shoot for tomorrow." I ordered icily and whined back my window. He did as I instructed and got into the driver's seat. He drove off as soon as he entered.

"Take me to my Penthouse." I ordered. I am so stressed so I took a sip from my wine glass.

I am Lenora Ryne, popularly known as Nora. I'm a star, a celebrity, an idol. I have rules which are meant to be followed. I don't follow rules, I make them, I am the rule-.

//ASHLEY//

"...Ok ma'am." I replied and closed the door behind me. I looked at the time and sighed. It was 7:30pm. I still had to go to MALA'S PLAZZO for my one hour shift.

"Hey Debbie!" They greeted as I walked my way across the street for work. I waved back at them in smiles. They are my very good friends though they are gangsters.

"And it's Ashley!!" I corrected them. They are fun of changing people's names, giving them the names of their choice. I wasn't an exception and my case was worst.

"Whatever, Debbash!!" They fired back in a mock. I scoffed and walked away from those annoying humans.

Sometimes I just wish to be different... Maybe, a little bit just like them-- great musicians, stars and take myself out from this life of misery and poverty. I am Thai as my mom, I've never met my dad before, I don't even know him. Mom keeps telling me that we moved to America because of my dad who was a coward. He abandoned her whilst she was pregnant with me. She drinks alot and when she does get drunk, she pours her grief on me, blaming me for my dad's disappearance.

"I hate you. You are the reason why my husband left me." She would say. It used to hurt me at first but now, I am somehow used to it.

(Sighting a place with big light letters *MALA'S PLAZZO*, she heaves in relief) thank goodness I just entered MALA'S PLAZZO, I thought it will take forever.

"You are late." A voice resounded behind me as I walked in through the back door. I was startled but not for long.

"Clara!!" I groaned her name and turned to see her. What was I expecting from that quite tiny voice.

"What were you doing? Mala is so going to be angry with you." She stressed and I just nodded my head.

"Not to worry, C." I tried to calm her as I was changing into my uniform. A pink shirt on a black skirt. I know Clara already signed my name so I'm ok.

"She won't find out." I said after dressing up and standing erect on my feet to look at her angry face. I'm 5 feet 6 inches tall while Clara is 5 feet 2 inches. I am taller than her and I love it, cuz she is my elder and I love teasing her about the height.

Clara is a fellow worker and the only friend I have here. Though she's 3 years older than me, she acts like she's my age mate. I tied my apron and dashed out, not forgetting to peck her on the jaw even though she wiped it in disgust. I chuckled at her facial expressions and she smiled a little.

I was assigned to table 49 to take an order. I walked to the table and saw a man sitting with his left leg folded on the right. His head was buried on the magazine in his hands and I smiled. My celebrity crush, Ryan was on the cover. He is so cute. I'm so much of a fan girl that I know everything about him, from his physical looks to his favourites. I even dream about us kissing each other...

But imagine, I and sir Ryan kissing each other. That's more like a mission impossible. Ryan is a celebrity and I'm just a pauper. Our chances of meeting are hyper slim, talkless of kissing him or even being in a relationship with him. Well I know he's in a relationship with Nora, though I'm pained but as long as it's our heartthrob, Nora, then I'm ok. I know she will make a good wife for him. Back to the Mr whose head was buried in the magazine.

"Sir! Sir! Your order." I asked and he raised his head up. I saw his face and I think I've got a second crush... He's so cute. He's got the killer looks that could get any lady drooling. His blonde hair fell down his face and he brushed it slightly off. His eyes kind of reminds me of my celebrity crush, Ryan.

"Yes miss!" His angelic voice interrupted my thoughts.

"S... Sir I am here for your order." I stammered and he smiled. Lord I feel as to faint. He picked up the menu and dropped it back after seeing through it.

"Mashed potatoes and beans, please." He said and I nodded. I bowed slightly and left for the kitchen. As soon as I entered the kitchen, Clara rushed towards me. I'm pretty sure she's drooling over my boyfriend. ...

I know, I know. He's not my boyfriend.

"What's his order?" She asked and I eyed her.

"Tell me please." She gave me those her puppy eyes and I quickly turned away.

"Jeez C, you are getting married very soon." I scolded her and she scoffed.

"That man over there is worth annulling an engagement for." She replied.

"Mashed potatoes and beans." I told her and she smiled. She started adjusting her dress.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"What does it look like?" She asked back and I arched a brow in confusion.

"I am going there to deliver his order and start a conversation with him." She answered and I sighed.

"O--k! What if the boss finds out?" I asked Clara who opened her mouth to talk but she couldn't because someone interrupted us.

"Does this place look like a gisting house for you guys?" Mia interrupted us and we just rolled away our eyes and ignored her. Mia is also our colleague of same age group as Clara but she's too bossy.

**NORA**

I walked into one of my houses, the one found close to the beach and the strange scent already told me about someone's presence in my house. I frowned since I already knew the stupid fellow that was in my house. Ordering my driver with just the back of my palms to return to his home, I sighed and took the stairs for my room. There I saw him as I opened the door to my room. He was sitting on the bed comfortably with his feet on the bed. But where on earth were the maids when this dude got into my house?

Oh!! I forgot... I sent them all to the house since I decided to stay in the main house with my mom.

"Hi angel." He greeted and I rolled away my eyes. I turned towards the dressing room and I was walking my way inside.

"What are you doing here, Eric?" I asked him as I entered the dressing room. He followed suite and I just shrugged.

"I thought I told you never to come to my house again." I yelled while taking off my dress.

"I came here to satisfy you. I know you had a stressing day_"

"I'm going to take my bath now. So be lost before I step out here." I cut him shut and made my way for the bathroom. My steps were slow and sexy... More of a catwalk. I kept peering above my shoulders, smiling somehow. Eric is my bed partner for some time now. We met in San Francisco during one of our shoots for Kelly Klaus. We aren't dating but always make love wherever we find ourselves.

We became sex partners when we had to do another Kelly Klaus shoot in LA and I posed as his lover. There was this lustful chemistry and now we are bed partners. He's a professional model and a professional bed man. I entered the bathroom and didn't lock it at all... I just closed it and took off my bathroom jacket. I unhooked my bra and took off my pants... I opened the shower and let the children run down my bare skin...

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Despite the cold shower, I could still feel his cold hands on my waist. They touched my body softly and gently but the sparks upon skin contact communicated nothing but pure lust. The information sent to my brain produced a tingly sensation in just less than a second that his hands made contact with my body. They rubbed my perfect and slender waist, crawling up my body slowly to my breasts, like a fast moving snail moving up a tree.

His face was pressed on my hair, and his hot breath filled my face from the top that the chilling water from the shower tried to cool off. Just his hand movement was in such a way that they slowly turned me on. I turned to face him though the shower was still on. Without wasting any time, he took my face in his palms and pressed his soft pink lips on mine. In no time, I opened up for a more passionate kiss or rather lustful kiss and wrapped my arms round his neck. Our tongues tangled with and fought each other for dominance as the shower poured on us as if we were young lovers.

His hands had left my face as I had wrapped my arms round his neck and went for my body, rubbing, feeling every part of me. He kept caressing my body while we were still kissing in the shower, to my butt where he gave them a soft press. I stood on my toes and climbed on him, wrapping my legs round his waist and continuing in the heat of the moment, as his hardness was pressed against my wetness. He turned off the shower and walked us out of the bathroom to the bedroom, where he placed me on the bed.

He broke from the kiss and smiled at me. "Ple-ease stop." I told him but he still put on that wicked grin on his face.

"Do you really want me to stop." He asked, taking one of my breasts in his hand, cupping the other and cucking on it like a new born baby that was craving for it hungrily. He teased my already hard nipples and gave them mild bites.

"Tell me, Nora. Should I stop?" He asked again with a more husky tone than usual. I couldn't resist him. It's not like I don't want him to stop. I really do, but my body keeps defying me. If I kept holding back, it will be of no use, cause I was as wet as crazy.

I shook my head in denial. "Good. Now be a good girl and let's do what we've always done." He said. There I let him, allowing the lust to take over and I wrapped my arms round his neck, kissing him crazily.

After sucking on my breasts for what seemed to be long, making me moan at intervals, he went down and manipulated it like the pro that he is. I was already moaning out of pleasure. I let out a slight scream in pleasure and pain. Luckily for me, the room and house is sound proof. Besides, no one was home today. After I felt the sharp pain underneath that was when I realized that he had already entered me. Not my first time nor second time but it's usually tight. He increased his pace while I moaned in pleasure...

This night was a whole different level.

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We were already exhausted and he still had his thing in me. I pushed him off my body and got out of the bed. Headed for my drawer, where I placed the pills and took one of it. I went to the bathroom and sunk myself inside a warm bath, sat in the water, reminiscing over what I've just done...

I don't know how to stop it. I don't love him but my body wants him. The more I try to push him away, the more I get tangled with him. I love the way he makes me feel in bed. To be honest, he's hot as in really hot in bed.

But I don't love him, even though he's handsome. I'm dating someone else and I guess him too. He is there sleeping peacefully while I'm here with guilt clouding me as usual. I have a boyfriend who makes me special too in bed but I still cheat on him...

I'm cheating on Ryan.

(_ASHLEY_)

I went back home really late because I had to clean the plates. Not just a few, but a pile of plates, cups, spoons, forks, knives that I had to clean. The cups reeked of alcohol and the plates, urghh. The combination of the various smells from the things I washed produced a really foul smell that I had worn a nose mask to avoid getting the awful smell.

I really hate the way Mala treats me. She literally punishes me everyday that I come here to clean the dishes before I go home. Most times, Clara helps but today she had to go home and meet her fiance.

"I am so sorry, Ash. I wish I could help you but you see..." She tried to explain but she had no reasons to, because I understood her clearly.

"It's ok. I understand you. He is at home waiting for you." I told her and she just smiled.

"I love you so much, Ash. Don't worry, will help you tomorrow." She told me and pecked my jaw.

"Did you have to do that?" I asked her and she smiled guilty, sticking out her tongue before running out. she knew how I hated the jaw kissing as if we were dating. even if we weren't dating, she shouldn't just kiss me.

Running away is typical her when she knows she is in trouble with me.

After cleaning the dishes, I went back home, the roads were awfully quiet and I was kind of used to it. I've gone home later than this many days and so it's but very normal. Walking and humming to my favourite celebrity's music, going down the streets to the house.

Ryan! He was never this cold. Although he has never been an open person before, but he wasn't this quiet as of now. He was a little lively and didn't mind the paparazzi taking photos of him. But after he lost his girlfriend and sister in that tragic accident, everything changed about him. I wish I could be of help to my celebrity crush, sing songs to comfort him and tell him how much everyone cares for him. I would have been in his shoes though, but I won't become a sadist because of that. I will live, because I know fully well that wherever they are, they want him to be happy.

Phew!! Finally the house is in view.

___

I entered the house and there mom was, sitting on the floor as if she had passed out with a bottle of alcohol under her armpit, and many more bottles discarded on the floor. The whole house smelled of alcohol. She over loves drinking for a woman.

I tiptoed to my room so she won't see me, thanking God that her eyes were closes. .

"Siillliiy guurrrr are yo back?" She asked but I didn't respond. Crap! This woman has sharp senses even when she is almost dead of alcohol.

"And I thought that little witch was here. It's because of her that my Mona left me." She said and I just sighed. I am pretty used to her bickering. It's even better that she didn't see me, else, I would have been drenched in urine by now.

I quickly locked my door and climbed on my bed to sleep.

Do you know what I dream of? I dream of becoming a celebrity. I dream of becoming an idol. I dream of the day I will become so rich that mom won't have to complain about me. She won't have to drink and lay insults on me. It really hurts when she does these. Ever since she gave birth to me, she's only been drinking. She drinks herself to drunkenness and will beat the living hell out of me.

At times I will wonder if I am actually her biological daughter because she doesn't treat me as one. She's never cared for my schooling. Our neighbours actually did help me with my education till a certain level when I started doing minor jobs to raise my fees for my education.

I slowly closed my eyes but not without making a silent prayer to the Almighty. **I WANT TO BECOME A CELEBRITY** I won't have to suffer again.