Victoria The Billionaires Maid

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“P-please, don’t, “I could hear myself cry out before her hand would cover my cock again.

“Then tell me you’ll leave Sabrina alone. You were flirting with her earlier, and you know I don’t like that.”She then squeezed me so tight with those fucked up gloves of hers, and I finally responded when I began seeing stars.

“I’ll leave her alone, “I had promised her, and I had. I stopped going down to the local malt shop with everyone else, and I stayed at the cabin with her. Carolina had forced me to do her bidding, and I’d been too young and dumb to fight her on it.

When I would return from Texas, there would be an ache inside of me, and only sex seemed to relieve it. I would sit in my room and jack myself raw until I made my move on one of the cheerleaders on the varsity team. From there, I built up my body count, and to this day, I was still doing the same.

None of those women, or the one’s today, did I ever have to put any effort into seducing. Whether it was my name… popularity status… wealth… or power, whatever I wanted came so easily to me. Maybe that was why I actually felt something when it came to Kenzie back then, and because she wasn’t so easily swayed a decade later, either. I’d never had to get to know those I’d fucked, because it was never more than a one-night stand, or on rare occasions, two or three. And that was likely the reason I still went through with prom night even though it’d been wrong, and I knew it.

I could recall that night so clearly now. I’d taken her back to the hotel, and I tried to not let her know what I was looking for when I got in there. Kristopher had planted the camera, and after a while, I zoned it all out and stole the innocence of a girl who I’d later destroy. I was a bad boy then, and maybe even a worse man now.

I never made you any fucking promises this time.

This fucking competition. I’d had no idea she’d be one of the contestants, and I should’ve sent her away the moment I did find out. The truth was that her food was good. Maybe she lacked some of the finesse Leeann had, but her flavors had been good. She also had a passion for cooking and looking back, I’d never asked her what hers had been in high school. During that time, I gleaned a little information about her, then used it to seduce her. I never asked her about her hopes… dreams… or fears. I simply used her to further my reputation.

“I was supposed to have been the one to have played you this time around. You might’ve succeeded in destroying me again…”

“Fuck,” I cursed, then got back up. “I’m so fucking sorry, Kenzie. So fucking sorry.”

And I didn’t even mean that in just an apologetic way. I was the same fucking douchebag she had referred to me as when talking to her friend that first night at the hotel. No matter what I did, or didn’t do, we always ended up in the same spot. I had no idea how to deal with women because the truth was that I didn’t understand anything when it came to them outside of sex. Orgasms and nights of their lives? I could give them that in spades, but when it came to anything else, I’d destroy them. Not them. Her.

“There’s someone out there for everyone,” my mother would tell me until my dad would interject.

“Don’t fill his head with all that ‘the one stuff. He has a career in football to focus on.”

I’d always high-fived my father, but he was as wrong as I now knew I was. My mother had been right. In a way, Carolina had also been right, too. I was bad, and girls just wanted physical gratification from me. She had been the one to teach me that, but I had somehow shoved it far from my mind. My mother, though. She knew there was someone, and I now knew it, too.

“Kenzie is my one.” Saying it out loud made it so real. “Or was, because I let her get away.”

ALEXANDER’s [POV]

Dad and I followed the police and security in my SUV. Neither of us spoke. I couldn’t believe how close we had just come to losing Michael. I could see Dad out of the corner of my eye. He looked worn down and I wondered how much of that was PTSD from re-living the worst part of his life.

Elliot Hanson lived in a nice neighborhood in Redondo Beach. It was a high-rent district and when we pulled up into the circular driveway Dad said, “He must have been winning on those ponies at some point.”

“Maybe or maybe this isn’t the first kidnapping attempt he’s been involved in.”

The detective came over to my window and said, “I need you guys to park it on the street and wait there.”

“Can my security man go in with you?”

“Yeah, Joe can come in.”

“Okay, thanks.”

It was hard, but Dad and I did as he asked. I parked along the street and turned off the car and then we watched. We were parked out of the line of fire if it came to that, but we could see the detective and two officers that had joined him here and Joe, at the front door.

They knocked and a few seconds later the door was pulled open by a busty blonde in a bikini. She had a surprised look on her face and I could see her shaking her head.

The detective must have asked to be let inside because she stepped back and let them pass. She did something before she closed the door that Dad and I both noticed; she looked over towards the garage. I turned the ignition of the SUV back on and waited.

Maybe three minutes passed when we saw him. At least we had good reason to assume it was him. A twenty-something-year-old guy in a muscle t-shirt and jeans with tattoos covering his arms was pushing a street bike out the side door of the garage.

We waited and when Elliot hit the street, he took off fast. I took off after him and handed Dad my phone. “Call Joe, he’s in the house with the detective. Tell him what’s going

on.”

Dad pushed the call button and seconds later I heard him say, “Joe, this is James Reigns. Alex and I are chasing Elliot. He’s on a Honda CRV street bike. It’s green and he’s heading north on PCH towards Carnelian.

Okay. No, tell him we’re following at a safe distance and so far I don’t think he even knows that we’re here.

Okay.” Dad hung up and said, “The detective says for us to stay back, he’s putting out an APB so if we see law enforcement we need to stop and get out of the way.”

“Yeah, okay.” Right. I’m not stopping until Elliot does. I want this to be over. I want to enjoy my beautiful family for a change without all of this drama.

We followed him up to Carnelian and he made a right on Ardmore. I looked at Dad and he said, “I’m on it.” I saw him send a text to Joe and then he said, “He’s headed to Manhattan Beach.”

I nodded. I still didn’t see any cops. Where the hell are they? Elliot did not indicate that he knew we were behind him. I kept following him as he made a left on Manhattan Beach Blvd. He was heading straight down towards the beach.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He pulled into the lot near the pier and got off the bike. I parked the SUV and saw Dad sending a text as I got out. I’d taken about two steps when Elliot looked over and saw me. I might not recognize him, but he sure as hell knows who I am.

As soon as he saw me, he took off running. I took off after him and heard Dad getting out of the car behind me. Elliot was running towards the sand instead of away from it which I thought was strange.

There was no Marina here, so he couldn’t have a boat. He ran into a men’s restroom and I went in after him. That was my first mistake.

“Hello, Mr. Reigns.” Elliot had a gun pointed at my face.

“Hello… Elliot, is it?”