The Billionaire's maid

Chapter 38

We make our way to what must be a bar in the middle of the room. Chairs surrounded the bar, and as we passed it, we noticed a dimly lit room with orange lighting, where two couples were already seated on two large couches. One of the women was topless, showing off her nipple piercing. The other woman was only wearing a bright red tong, shoving her breast inside the man's mouth. The men thoroughly examined the women, as if it were the most normal thing to do.

I couldn't stop staring at them as we passed them because I found the image intriguing. Those women were very beautiful; both were blondes with long hair, one of whom had tattoos covering her arms and back.

Condoms and towels could be found in every corner of the room, as hygiene was important for the club, which I could definitely understand.

I swallowed as I scurried beside them when we arrived at another room displaying a chair, reminding me of the same chair a gynaecologist has. Only this one was in black leather, with straps at the top and end. I swallow at the sight, the feeling of giving all control to a man who can do whatever he wants with me makes me anxious. I don't think I would be able to do this and shake off the feeling of being strapped down.

My heels click on the floor as I look around to find another room. A group of naked individuals engaged in conversation with each other. Eli guided me through the crowd as I scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but I nearly stumbled and fell onto what appeared to be a low, circular bed. The three girls broke off their kiss to stare at me.

"Well, hello, gorgeous. Do you want to join us?" The brunette asked, her eyes sweeping over my body with effectiveness.

"Oh no, I'm sorry; please continue." I quickly composed myself, trying to create as much space as possible between us.

I hear Eli chuckle as he follows me like a lost puppy, or, in my opinion, a too-tiny boxer.

"Oh god, that was so embarrassing," I admitted, shaking my head in disbelief.

"It was a bit funny, but not embarrassing. Victoria saw you as a new toy she wanted to explore." He informed me with a sly smile.

"Oh, no," I whined as I looked back at the women, the brunette waving back at me as she caught my eye. "They eat me alive," I added with a chuckle.

"I'm not sure about that, though," Eli answered, but kept silent afterward.

As we walked into a hallway, from left to right, there were doors. Some of them were glass. Some weren't see-through and hung a no-disturb sign.

"Is this the end of the upper floor?" I asked Eli, hoping there were other rooms and I wasn't closing in on Nick.

"These are the last rooms." He informed. As the words leave his mouth, I swallow.

"This friend of yours. Is he your boyfriend?" Eli asked hesitantly.

"No!" I answered quickly. "I'm not sure in which box he wants to put me, but I'll find out if I find him," I added in frustration as I looked at the closest door to my right. The door was marked "don't disturb," but deep down, I wanted to yank it open without knowing the consequences.

"You know what? Let me knock on the door and take a look." Eli insisted. I nodded as I felt a weight fall from my shoulders.

I blew out some air as Eli opened the door after a quick nod.

"Nope," he said, closing the door behind him after a few seconds. "Two girls,"

I bite my nail with annoyance as I walk past a few doors before stopping at the final red door, which is also marked with a no-disturbing sign. "Fuck this," I hissed as I opened the door without knocking. My eyes paused at the image in front of me, revealing a room filled with mirrors. Nick's body was pressed against his ex's, cornering her in front of one of the large mirrors. His hand rested on her throat, and his mouth was on hers.

Silently, I withdraw from the scenery, feeling sick to my stomach. Eli was observing them when I suddenly heard Nick yelling. "Can't you read? Get the fuck out!"

Eli jumped into action and closed the door rapidly before turning his attention toward me.

"Are you okay?" He asked patiently.

"Yes," I answered dishonestly as I brushed with my finger underneath my eye, hoping to catch the tears on time.

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically as he rested his hand on my shoulder in comfort.

"It's okay." I quickly responded and opened one of the empty doors. I chose one with the glass door because deep down I wanted to be looked at and to feel beautiful and sexy, so I decided to come out of my comfort zone for once.

"Eli, I want you to take pictures of me," I confidently told him, trying to ignore the man I'd slept with, who was in the other room with his ex, pretending that what we'd shared the previous night was nothing more than a dull one-night stand.

"It would be a privilege," he said greedily as he took his camera into position.

"I was thinking about a boudoir shoot or something like that," I informed him because I wasn't sure how I needed to pose or anything.

"Great, I was thinking the same thing." He answered softly as he lowered his knees. "Tell me anything you're uncomfortable with." He instructed in a professional tone. I nod and eagerly await his suggestion. The image of Nick still racing in my mind drives me insane. How could he do this to me? He told me I was different and special, nothing like the other women that were in his life. I feel betrayed and stupid. I let my walls down so easily with him. Feeling small and insignificant hurts, and I never want to feel like that again.

"Lay on your back and turn your head toward me," he instructed, getting into his role as photographer. He was a professional, so I wasn't worried he would take advantage of me. This is his job, and I want something I could look back on—something I had lost that evening—but also to overcome the insecurity of showing my body to others.

I look seriously at Eli, feeling my chest pound rapidly as I hear the clicking sounds from his camera.

"Beautiful," he says silently as he stands up. "Put your hands above your head and look at me like you just saw the most beautiful man in the world."

I do as he tells me and try to look with admiration at the camera, finding it easier to do with every pose I take.

After a few shots on the ground, I stand up and rest my back against the wall as I stare at the other side of the room.

"Beautiful, hold for a while." He asked.

"Hands above your head,"

"Rest your hands on your breasts and belly."

"Good,"

I glance at him, swallow, and remove my dress and bra without much hesitation.

I see him peeking from behind his camera in surprise; however, a pleasing smile appears on his slim face.

I rest my head against the wall and rest one hand behind my neck, the other arm loose against my hip, as I concentrate on my breathing. I felt a cold shiver roll over my back as the wall was chilly with my bare back pressed against it.

An immense force stormed into the room, interrupting the silence and peace I had finally found.

I wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't prepared as he looked down on me with the most intense, dark eyes I had ever seen.