The Billionaire's maid

Chapter 37

"How's your uncle doing?" Ben asked as he sipped from his glass.

"Great, he even told me he was dating again." I informed him.

"Wow!" Ben smiled as he scanned the place.

"So, are Felicia and Gigi coming?" I asked curiously, knowing Louis had an argument with both of them the last time they were together.

"I'm not sure." Ben answered. "From what I know, they haven't talked since then." He added.

"Oh, it's a shame, though. Gigi and Louis were so close." I beamed as I gazed at my glass but stopped talking because Louis was back from the restroom. Felicia and Gigi were besties, and from what I've heard, they talked badly of Louis and Ben. Louis confronted them about the gossip he had heard, leading to a heated argument between them.

I haven't spoken with them ever since because I think they are in the wrong with this one. You can't talk crap about your friends behind their backs; it's so disrespectful. And we know for a fact that they said the things they said because they were the only ones who knew Louis and Ben were trying to adopt a young girl. Even I was unaware of the situation that day. Louis had called me the next day to tell me about the fight and the news.

I chew on a piece of chorizo as I watch Louis dance in front of Ben, playing with the hem of his shirt. I feel a little out of place here, but I enjoyed watching the crowd, and the refreshments were delicious.

My bladder starts to ache, so I tell the boys I am going to the restroom. Ben and Louis ask if I need a chaperone, which I decline. It's not like someone is going to kidnap me and scurry upstairs, right?

As I entered the restroom, the blonde girl was gazing at her phone, typing rapidly. Ignoring her, I did my thing, and I felt relief when my ass hit the toilet. I desperately needed to use the restroom due to the numerous drinks I had consumed. I quickly glanced at my phone, hoping for a text from Nick, but there was none. At that moment, I realized I needed to talk to him immediately. He was playing with my emotions because, to me, we're more than just friends with benefits.

Nick's ex had already left when I emerged from the restroom. In relief, I sigh as I wash my hands and gaze at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup was still spot-on, and my hair was as straight as I hoped it would be.

I open the door and scan my surroundings. As if in a trance, I halt abruptly, spotting Nick and his ex at the bar. That's why he was going to be busy all night because of her!

My heart started racing in anger, and within a few seconds, Nick escorted the woman to the stairs. They were heading to the upper floor with all the kink toys and less clothing to wear. I swallowed, feeling simultaneously betrayed and sickened. He told me they were done. She broke him, and here he is with her.

I had to do something, or I would become mad. Quickly, I text Louis that I'll go upstairs to follow Nick as I make my way to the bar, ordering a martini from the first server I spot.

"Hi, can I ask you something?" I asked the server as he handed me my martini.

"Of course," he responded.

"Can I go upstairs alone, or do you need to have a partner?"

"If you have an appointment, you can go up alone; otherwise, you need somebody to go with you." He explained this to me before taking the orders from the man beside me.

"Fuck!" I hiss in silence. My mind drifts to Ben and Louis, and before I turn on my heels to go in their direction, the man beside me stops me.

"Do you need a chaperone?" The man with long blonde hair questioned me. Of course, he had overheard our conversation.

"It's not like that... I know someone upstairs." I explained it to him.

"In which room is he?" The man inquired, patiently observing my face.

"I'm not sure which one." I admitted it earnestly, feeling sick about it already. He was gentle with me, and we had normal sex, but what if he is truly into kink and not who he claims to be? Perhaps he ignored me all day because he found the sex boring and felt sorry for me, as if I were a burden on his shoulders, and he was desperate for attention, even from me.

"I will go upstairs with you if you need some help finding your friend." The man asked, his hand resting on the small of my back. If that's the only way I can find him, I could only accept his offer, hoping what I find won't break me into pieces.

As we walk the stairs, I look for Ben and Louis, who were still busy sitting on each other's laps, probably not even aware I would be gone for a while. However, I quickly text Louis to let them know I'm safe.

I look at the man beside me, sending him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but what's your name?" I asked.

"Eli, and your name?" He asked in return.

"Mila," I answered him before stopping at the entrance of the first floor, security watching us.

"Eli, how was the trip?" The guard asked. Eli must be a regular customer, as they know each other.

"Good. Italy was amazing." He answered friendly.

"Good to hear! Your camera is in the same locker where you left it. I'll walk you to it, so you guys can begin." The guard explained. In confusion, I gaze at Eli, who must have sensed my puzzled features.

"I'm a photographer, and I accept jobs from them from time to time." Eli informed me as he gestured for me to follow the bodyguard. I nod in agreement and pause at a locker while the bodyguard hands him his camera. I know nothing about cameras, but it seemed expensive.

"Miss, you can leave your phone behind in this locker, as we have a no-phone policy on the first floor." He pointed toward a wall with the house rules, and without hesitation, I took a step closer to read.

Because almost every cell phone has a camera, it is mandatory to store your cell phone in your personal locker upon entry. For any urgent cases, you can leave your mobile phone at the counter.

I quickly handed him the phone, ensuring he put it away safely. "There's also the rule to come to this floor only wearing underwear." The security guy said it unapologetically, gazing at me with a grin on his face.

I look at Eli, who's already busy undoing his shirt and jeans. Letting go of control, I strip down to a padded, underwired longline black bra and a black cotton lace hipster.

"Well, enjoy your stay. I'm sure you'll be in excellent hands with Eli." The guard grinned before leaving us alone, feeling naked already. In my mind, I tell myself it's just a bikini and we're walking on a beach. There's nothing abnormal with walking into a club with only wearing your underwear.

I swallowed as Eli chuckled. "Don't worry, if you don't want me to photograph you, I will be a good boy." He grinned before continuing, "However, I wouldn't mind. You have an expressive face." He admitted.

"Thanks, but no. I'm good and definitely not as photogenic as you might think." Uneasy, I joked.

"All right then, let's find your friend." He ordered.