Maid To The Billionaire: The Tycoon's Baby

By: Holly Rayner



I looked at my watch. It was almost noon. Four hours to go and I could soak my aching feet. I was on my fifth straight shift of the week and it had been a hectic one. Alexander Reigns, my employer had simply lost his mind. That’s what I thought anyways. I didn’t blame him and I often felt bad for him… but lost his mind he most definitely had done. Mr. Reigns was in the middle of a divorce. I had worked for him while his wife lived in the mansion and within a few short weeks of working for them I had come to several conclusions: Mr. Reigns was smart, respectable, kind and with the combination of his dark brown hair and intensely sexy hazel eyes that were surrounded by ridiculously long lashes, he was also drop-dead gorgeous. Mrs. Reigns on the other hand was petty, small, unkind and fortunately for her since she really had no other likeable qualities, she was also drop-dead gorgeous. The pending divorce hadn’t come as much of a shock to the staff. We had all discreetly heard the arguments and watched the couple slowly growing apart. It was in my opinion, for whatever that was worth, the best thing for them both since neither of them had seemed happy for quite some time. Not that anyone was going to ask the upstairs maid for her opinion anyways. I had plenty of them saved up however if they ever did ask me. Besides approving of the divorce, I’d very much like to voice my opinion to my thirty year old employer that a man in his position in the community should not really spend each and every night throughout the work week partaking of wild partying and loose women. I could easily have these thoughts as I dusted the pictures on the walls and the vases on the tables outside of the master suite, but I knew that if I were ever asked for my opinions, I would more than likely keep them to myself. I could barely form two thoughts, let alone real words when he looked at me with those incredibly sexy eyes of his.

With a sigh at that thought, I finished my dusting and began mopping the highly polished marble hallway floor. Once I finished that, the only room I had left to clean before polishing the banister was the master suite. I hadn’t seen any sign of Mr. Reigns this morning, so it was highly likely that he was still asleep. Since the divorce, we had all been asked by the house supervisor Karen to wait for the doors to be open before we cleaned or took anything into the suite. Mr. Reigns was prone to skipping board meetings and sleeping until noon some days and as kind as he could be, you didn’t want to wake the sleeping lion with a hangover; he was prone to hotheaded outbursts when he was under a lot of stress and with the divorce and the pressures of running a multi-national corporation, the stress was plentiful. I almost whined though when I saw them closed. I really wanted to finish up here before I went to lunch. Because of his late mornings that turned into afternoons, I hadn’t been able to get in there until the end of my shift the past two days and it really needed a thorough cleaning. I was mopping past the closed door when I heard his voice.

“Please listen to me and hear me this time. I earned the fruits of my labor. I’m thirty years old. Since I was eighteen I have either gone to school or worked twelve hours out of nearly every day to get where I am. Being married to me and might I add, reaping many benefits while you were, does not give you the right now to take what is rightfully mine thanks to all of my hard work.”

I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but he wasn’t whispering either. I assumed that he was talking to Mrs. Reigns. It wasn’t the first time that I’d heard him tell her almost exactly the same thing. It seemed that the woman wanted more and more from him. I shook my head, wondering how someone could become so greedy. As I had that thought, the cell phone in my pocket vibrated with a message. I stopped, leaned on my mop and pulled it out. I smiled when I saw that it was from my boyfriend, Jason. I clicked open the message and as I read it, the smile quickly faded.

“Victoria, I’m not sure how to say this, but I’m sure you’ve noticed as I have that things between us aren’t what they used to be. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I’ve decided that maybe we need to take a break. Maybe taking some time apart will help us decide if we want to move forward with this, or if maybe we’re both wasting our time trying to make something work that just isn’t there. I wish you the best and I’ll keep in touch.”

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