Victoria The Billionaires Maid

I felt guilty… I’m not sure why. I expected him to think poorly of me for saying yes, but I wasn’t going to lie to him. “I do. I know that it’s silly, but I still keep hoping at nearly twenty-four years old that she’s suddenly going to change and want to be my mother.”

“It’s not silly. It’s what we all want. I can identify with your pain.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Was your mother a pole dancer too?” I asked, jokingly.

He smiled. “No, but she wasn’t motherly at all. She was a stereotypical Orange County housewife. My father was a successful businessman and he worked a lot of hours. My mother spent time playing tennis and heading up charities and lunching with her friends; she didn’t have the time or the patience for a rambunctious toddler. I had a nanny until I was old enough for boarding school and then that’s where I went until I headed for college. It’s funny when you’re grown and they want to have a relationship with you then… I don’t feel like any of us know each other.”

“I’m sorry. Every little boy should have a mother that kisses his boo-boos and reads stories to him at night.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have a good feeling that our son won’t have to worry about a mother who is not motherly, although he may have to slip under her radar to breathe.”

I laughed. “I’ll get better… more relaxed… I think.”

He reached out and touched the side of my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The slightest touch of his hand caused me every sense to be heightened.

“Our son is very lucky to have you.”

I opened my eyes and smiled at him. “Maybe we could get that part-time nanny and have a date every once in a while… Michael might appreciate the break.”

Alex laughed. “I doubt that, but his Daddy would more than appreciate the time to get to know his mother.”

After we finished our dinner and dessert, we went up and checked on Michael. He was still sleeping like the angel that he is. Alex took my hands and said, “You need to get some rest before he’s waking up to eat again.”

I nodded. “Where am I sleeping?” I hate to admit it, but I was hoping that he’d say he wanted me to sleep with him.

“The guest room right next door will be close for you, will that be fine?”

I forced a smile. “Perfect,” I said. I know that we agreed to take this all slow… so he was right, we shouldn’t sleep together so soon, but my hopes were still dashed, right up to the point where his arms encircled me and his hazel eyes hooded as he looked down at my mouth.

I automatically reached up and slid my fingers into his hair. I love his thick, dark hair. I raked my fingers through it and he moaned as his mouth came down to meet mine.

He kissed me then, letting his tongue dance against mine, and then he pulled back slightly, letting those exquisite full lips graze across mine a few times before pulling back. I was breathless and my knees were weak.

“I wanted to do that for two weeks. Since you won’t go out with me, I suppose outside of the nursery is as good of a place as any.”

“A nanny,” I said, breathlessly. “That’s what we need.”

The next day I went to the apartment to pick up my things. Alex insisted that I go and spend some time with Liz while I was there. Michael was almost two weeks old and I’d spent nearly every minute with him even though he’d just come home from the hospital. To me, that was a good thing, just thinking about leaving him made my chest hurt. I was unsure how I would do with a nanny.

She would probably despise me. As reluctant as I was to leave him, Alex can be very persuasive. He told me that Michael would suffer if I didn’t take care of myself and stay healthy, and he told me that I was “hogging” Michael and he wanted some time to himself with him. I couldn’t very well argue with either of those since it seemed he had our family’s best interest at heart either way.

Alex’s driver took me over and dropped me off in front of Liz’s apartment. I’d tried to drive my car. It was another thing that Alex had objected to. He told me that he was having a new car sent over for me.

He didn’t feel like mine was safe, for me or Michael. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’d had my car for a long time and it never did me wrong. I didn’t want to argue with him over something so silly though. The man was buying me a new car; I should be thrilled.

The driver told me to call when I was ready and he would help me load my things. This life was foreign to me. I’d never been so pampered or pampered at all for that matter. It was going to be hard for me to get used to.

There was also the part where Alex liked to be in charge of things and he practically insisted things be done his way. I appreciated his desire to make life easier for me, but I had no intentions of losing myself completely. I was still going to follow my dreams.

As soon as I got out of the car, Liz opened the door and threw her arms around me. “It’s good to see you. Look at you, you look so pretty! I’m so happy for you!” I was slightly confused. She had already come to the hospital to see Michael and she’d told me how happy she was for me then.

“Thanks, I love him so much. I’m happy for me too.”

She pulled me inside and she looked like she was about to burst. “You’re even ready to admit that it’s love? Oh my goodness that’s even better than I thought!”

“Wait a minute… what are you talking about?”

“You and Alex of course. What did you think I was talking about?”

“Michael.”

“Oh, well of course I’m happy for you and proud of you and your gorgeous son, but I was talking about you moving in with Alex.” When I called her about picking up my things I had done my best to avoid the “why” of moving in with him. It was a lot about convenience still, mostly about raising Michael… but I also couldn’t deny that I had very strong feelings for him.

“Oh! Oh no, that’s just about Michael. We both want to be with him and this was the best way for that to happen. Alex and I are… well, I’m not sure what we are yet. We’re just co-parenting and taking things slow for now.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

“What do you mean?”

“Because of how you feel about him.”

“I thought you were going to make me some cookies… and tea.”

“You’re not going to get out of talking about this,” she said.

“I’m not trying to get out of talking about it. I just want what I was promised. I smell chocolate chips. You wouldn’t deny a post-pregnant woman a chocolate chip cookie, would you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, come on.” We sat out on the balcony with a plate of cookies and a pot of tea. While I stuffed my face with cookies she said, “Okay, now talk to me.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to say. Of course, I care about Alex… he’s my son’s father. But it’s not like I’m expecting him to marry me…”

“Vicki, you’re in love with him.”

“No. When I said that, I was talking about Michael.”

She smiled. “I know you were, but honey I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice when you talk about him. You may not have even admitted it to yourself… but honey you do, trust me.”

I laughed. “I should trust you to tell me who I’m in love with?”

“Yes, because no one knows you as I do. You’re in love with him and if this is truly only about Michael then you’re going to end up getting hurt eventually…”

“You mean when he brings another woman home?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“He kissed me last night. It wasn’t a friendly kiss because I’m the mother of his child. It was a real kiss and there was real passion behind it. I don’t know that I’m in love with him, but I care very much about him and I’m attracted to him in a way I’ve never been attracted to anyone before. I think it’s worth exploring as long as I keep reminding myself that living with him does not make us a couple… yet.”