The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(243)

Her eyes lit up. “You live with him? Girl, you might as well be married already.” She continued to sip at her drink while making eyes at nearly every man in the room.

I laughed at her off beat comment; she always had a way of making me laugh at myself. “I doubt he’d want to marry someone who wasn’t white. You should see the models I have to throw out almost daily. He wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”

“Hun, he might sleep with a bunch of white chicks, but that boy is all over you, trust me.”

I continued my laughter. “Girl, don’t preach like that. I’m doing this job until I figure out what I want out of life. And, I hope I can figure it out soon because it has been exhausting.”

The night continued on and soon my friend would leave my company for a man. She knew what she wanted out of life, and it made me a little envious. Her cavalier attitude towards meeting men was a sight to behold; not ten minutes later she was dancing with a completely different man.

I finished my drink and called Brent who readily drove by and picked me up. It had started raining, and I had a feeling the evening was only getting started.

A few minutes passed, and we were back on the estate. I sheltered my hair from the rain with a file from earlier in the day, but it did little to help me from getting drenched in the short walk to the entrance. Brent didn’t seem to be having much of a time of it either as he trudged into the house.

“Alright Miss, I’ll be in the servants quarters till you need me. Have a good evening.” He said before retiring to the back rooms.

I made my way upstairs, stumbling and a little weak on the way. The bannister was my best friend as I made my way which was slow going.

I slammed open the doors to my room which happily shut behind me as I entered. I kicked my heels to the bedside and plopped to the bed trying to avoid moving as much as possible. It didn’t last long as my clothes were sopping wet and irritating to wear.

I removed my blazer and unzipped my slim yet professional black dress. I slid it down my shoulder and it clumped into a wet pile on the floor.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror and gave in to my vanity. I might not enjoy every part of myself, but the parts I saw I liked. I may not have model-level skin but I thought it looked quite smooth with its rich chocolate color. I started doing model poses and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t as hard as it looked. My black lace panties did an amazing job of accentuating my hips and went well with my black bra that squeezed me in just the right ways. But, there were few things better than taking it off at the end of the day.

I removed what little of my clothing remained and examined myself further. Shoulder length black hair flowed over my shoulders and frizzed up because of the rain. My soft features and high cheekbones gave my face a thin profile. I pursed my lips and laughed at my silly poses before settling back on the bed. I felt too lazy to put anything on at all and started to settle under the covers.

Then I heard the front door slam open and a raucous laughter filled the entryway. Considering how thick my door was, I couldn’t help but be interested in what was going on.

I pressed my ear to the door to try to hear, and the first voice I heard was Tom’s.

“Deborah, tell me, am I striking out here?”

“I don’t think you can strike out. I think you’re about to hit a home-run tonight,” the woman said.

And then another woman spoke. “Come on, Tom I wanna see what the pool looks like, I brought my swimsuit just for you.”

“Jen, I don’t see how you can fit a swimsuit in that tiny purse,” Resounded Tom’s voice again.

“Trust me, you’ll like what you see.”

I had to see what was going on as I had never been up while he was in the middle of one of his trysts. I cracked open the door to my room which let out a small creak as it slid and started to tip-toe down the hall.

Looking out over the foyer, I saw one girl already hoisting her incredibly small dress off her tiny frame showing off her model sized assets. I sneered at her skinny frame and wished I could at least have a slimmer physique.

The other girl was leading Tom towards the back of the house and out of sight. Tom didn’t really show much trepidation as they went and seemed quite excited.

I knew I should stop but my curiosity and intoxication led me forward still. I crept down the stairs while trying my best to keep an eye on the trio. Tom pointed them towards the pool that waited in the wing and I continued to follow just a corridor behind them and trying my best to keep out of sight.

The women, now naked, climbed into the pool, and Tom grabbed another drink from the decanter nearby. He looked down the hall and I ducked behind a doorway. As I turned to look back to the pool room my gaze was met by Tom, who was now standing right beside me.

I was spellbound by his stare, and he had a drunken smile on his face. He gave me a look up and down.

“Nia, are you aware that you’re naked.” He asked.

You could probably have boiled water on my cheeks I was so incredibly embarrassed after he said so. I did my best to cover myself up, but it wasn’t much of a relief.

“If you want to go for a swim, the pool is open and it’s apparently clothing optional,” he said while stripping off his shirt.

I didn’t have any response; I just wanted to be back in bed and forget this happened.

“Okay, I can see I’ve embarrassed you. Let’s just say that I’m too drunk to remember anything and you can head off to bed. Does that sound okay?” he said.