Becky
It’s weird. After we had the conversation in the sauna, after Kane revealed parts of himself to me that he’d never told anyone else, I thought we’d had a breakthrough. I thought that we were really something, that despite the fact that I was technically his maid, our relationship was special, something precious to be cherished.
But evidently Kane didn’t feel the same way. Even though our loving was still incredible, the physical devastatingly intense, Kane didn’t open up to me again. For the rest of my stay he was generous, yes, teasing, playful even in his own way, but he never opened up to me again. Instead, whenever we had a conversation, he’d inevitably turn to lighter things, telling me interesting tidbits about the Billionaires Club, or if all else failed, stroking my cunt to distract me.
“But what do you do for fun?” I asked once night after dinner, patting my lips delicately with the napkin. The kitchen at the Club is amazing, staffed with chefs who’ve worked at five-star restaurants, and the lobster had been divine. “What do you do to relax in your free time?”
I wanted to know more about the man, to figure out how he decompressed, what he enjoyed in life besides working.
But Kane wouldn’t answer, not in a serious manner.
“I love teasing pussy of course,” he growled, eyes flashing, one hand already reaching out to swipe between my legs. Of course, his fingers came away wet and he grunted appreciatively, studying the goo on his hands before lifting it to his lips for a taste. “What’s wrong with getting pussy?”
I panted, body already alert, halfway distracted. But no, I wanted to learn more about the man, I wasn’t going to let him deter me.
“No seriously Kane,” I said, fixing him with a mock-frown. “I really want to know, what do you do for fun?”
So the alpha switched tactics on me, instead talking about the Club.
“Well, you know I’m always trying to improve this place,” he said dryly. “This complex is huge and it can be tough to get around. Right now, people walk, but trust me, there’s been a lot of complaints about how guests have to trek for miles and miles, all of it underground and dimly lit.”
I nodded in agreement, already distracted. His wily ways were working.
“It’s especially tough for the girls in their heels,” I added helpfully. “Maybe give them sneakers to wear when they’re walking, and they can slip into stilettos when they get where they’re going?”
Kane snorted loudly, although it wasn’t unkind.
“Naw baby girl, no female around here is gonna wear sneakers. Sneakers and a thong?” he guffawed. “No honey, I wanna see those haunches shake, I wanna see that rump sway and heels do it best.”
I just rolled my eyes. Typical man. But right, he hadn’t answered my question, so I pushed ahead like an annoying badger.
“But what about you?” I pressed again. “Surely, you can’t spend all your free time doing Club improvements. What else do you like to do?”
But Kane was evasive and merely continued talking about the Club, relaying tidbits from the group’s past, anecdotes here and there. And despite my best efforts, I couldn’t get him to open up, I couldn’t get him to talk about himself again. The billionaire was charming, he was talkative even, leaning back with assurance, relaying tale after tale. But none of it was personal. None of it was about him directly, it was about his things, the people who worked for him, the groups he belonged to, everything in his vicinity, but not about him. And despite my best efforts, he never opened up again and within a few days, our two weeks were finished.
So I packed my things up into a small backpack and stood in the suite, taking in the luxury for the last time. My bag sitting on the bed was a total contrast to the surroundings, a small canvas thing, lumpy and cheap, not even half-full.
Kane came striding in, brow furrowing.
“Is that all you have?” he asked. “Really? Nothing more?”
I shook my head.
“It’s all I came with,” I said quietly. “They said I wouldn’t need any clothes, that everything would be provided for, and they were right.” Because of course, I’d spent most of my time dressed in nothing. The few purple thongs I’d received were tucked away, not that I was going to need them at home.
Kane paused for a moment.
“That’s my fault honey,” he ground out. “Usually girls at the Club get a closetful of tailored clothes, we take them to the seamstress and they leave with a whole new wardrobe. But I was so into enjoying you,” he added roughly. “That I forgot. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head slowly. When would he realize that I didn’t care about stuff like that? All I cared about were the memories we’d made, me slippery, wet and naked with the big man, loving him, dying for his caresses, hanging onto his every word. But it was too late for that now. I was literally packed and ready to go, and Kane was here to escort me to the car.
“Thanks,” I said quietly. “But it’s okay. I’m ready, are you?” I asked with a fake, chipper smile, my cheeks stretched so wide I thought they would crack.
And the big man looked at me hard, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he grabbed my bag, swinging it over his shoulder before pulling me to him for a kiss on the forehead.
“I’ll miss you Rebecca,” he rumbled in a low voice, his breath hot against my skin. “I won’t forget you.”
And my heart broke then, shattering into a million pieces. Because this didn’t have to happen. He could ask me to stay, he could extend the engagement and hire me again. Heck, I was so desperate that I’d even work for free, I wanted more time with the big man. But it was way too late for that, and besides I wasn’t at the controls. I was here at the big man’s request, and my tour was up. It was time to go, and that was that.
So swallowing thickly, I plastered another fake smile on my face and reached up to kiss his lips quickly, swiftly, a peck and nothing else.
“Bye Kane,” I said merrily, reaching for my bag. “It was nice meeting you.”
And before the big man could stop me, I’d swung my backpack onto my shoulder and was out the door.
“I can find my way to reception, thanks!” I called in a bright voice, my tones echoing in the hall as I speed-walked to the nearest elevator. “Thanks again!”
And making sure to smile, I stepped into the lift, waving again as the doors hissed shut. But once I was alone, my face crumpled, becoming a ugly mass of tears. Because had I really just done that? Had I pretended like the billionaire didn’t mean anything to me, that he was just a job? I’d left my heart with the big man, it was still in the suite with him even if my body was making its way out of the compound, back to my real life. The problem was that I was head over heels in love with the alpha, and unfortunately, he didn’t feel the same way.
Stop it, I scolded myself. Stop it Rebecca, this was never supposed to be anything more. You were hired. You’re the help, and you always have been. Why are you crying now, like he actually owes you something?
But I couldn’t help it, my heart hurt, aching with sorrow. Somehow in the two weeks I’d grown attached, I’d fallen for my captor, I was totally in Kane’s thrall, in love and lust. And to tear myself away now while pretending it didn’t matter took the daylights from me, wiped out my soul until I was nothing more than a frail shadow. But this wouldn’t do. Kane had never promised me more, in fact no one had ever promised me more. The only bargain had been my virginity for money, and that had certainly happened. So I had no right to expect more.
And stepp;ing into reception, I wiped my face, lifting my chin and straightening my back, taking a deep breath. This was the end. My time at the Billionaires Club was over, and it was time to get back to my real life, where Becky Wright really existed. So with slow steps, I followed a porter back up to the surface of the Earth, a black car humming at the curbside, anonymous, luxurious, ready to transport me to another private plane.
But the flight back to New York, alone in the luxury of a G5, barely even registered. Kane had broken my heart, and nothing could penetrate the misery. Even though I was excited to see Mattie and Nana again, joyful to re-join them after two weeks away, the thought of the reunion was still dulled after my painful experience. The man had taken my sunlight, and I was nothing without Kane, just the shadow of the girl I’d once been.