Chapter five

When we got to the hospital, the chauffeur stayed back in the car, and I walked into the ward.

Surprisingly, my mom was awake; she noticed the radiance on my face. 

“Why are you so happy, my darling?” She asked, smiling happily 

“Mum, I got a new job, and the pay is very good. I would be able to afford your surgery, and we can go back home.”

Mum was happy but at the same time puzzled. 

“What kind of job would pay you so much for a start?”

"It's a modelling job, mom, and I get to keep all the clothes,” I said jokingly. 

She was not very convinced, but she had no choice. I hugged her and assured her I would always be there to bring her dinner and keep her company before I went home every day after work. 

I stayed for a little while longer, mindful of the fact that Jason would be waiting, and then I stood up, placed a peck on her cheeks, and headed out.

I rushed outside to see that Jason had replaced the chauffeur. 

“I’m very sorry, Jason,” I said. “My mom is very sick, and I had to make sure she was alright before heading your way.”

He smiled wittily and said,

“Don't trouble yourself; I will make sure she is well taken care of. I have people in place to make sure she has everything she wants.”

I was happy, but I was not so comfortable with his calmness. Not that I knew what to expect, but if you are willing to pay this huge sum of money, this lady should not have a say in the whole affair whatsoever. 

It was already dark when we got to his mansion. As we drove in, the metallic gate looked like a bear opening its mouth. It was breathtaking. Inside the mansion was a very large garden, filled with roses, lilies, and daisies. I could see them because the lighting in the compound was very bright.

When we got in, I was greeted by the cool air from the AC and the magnificent painting of Leonardo Da Vinci on the wall. The wall was painted with a black colour below and a touch of glittering ash colour above. 

The combination was mature and calm.

The interior was finely arranged, with imported chairs and a large television hung above the fireplace.

I sat on the chair facing a very organized bar on the left side of the sitting room. He sure loves wine, I thought to myself. Special editions from the 1980s were stuck in the bar.

A maid walked towards me and greeted me politely. 

“Welcome ma'am, What can I offer you?”

I smiled and told her I was ok, even though I was fucking hungry and needed to eat.

She bent her head and walked away.

“Why should I be the one preparing his meal if he has a maid?” I wondered.

But cooking was one of my specialties; how hard can it be? I guess I was about to find out.

I looked around, and everywhere was beautiful and wonderfully set.

He walked into the sitting room, and I saw that he had changed his clothes. He wore a cream shirt and a white T-shirt.

“Mrs. Mane,” he called out, “can I have everyone's attention, please?”

She went back inside and came out with six other staff members.

I was surprised. What do all these people do here? Well, a billionaire has money to throw around, I thought.

“This is my wife, Mrs. Meena Goldberg.”

They all looked surprised. The surprise was not lost on me either. I thought it was going to be a secret affair up until he introduced me as his wife

They all clapped their hands and welcomed me.

“Make sure she is comfortable and provides all she needs.” He warned.

Mrs. Mane walked towards me and shook my hands. She said they were happy to meet me and assured me that I had nothing to worry about. She seemed to be a nice lady.

“Please take her to her room and show her around," he ordered Mrs. Mane. 

I stood up and walked with her into the elevator. We went to the next floor, and she showed me my room.

It was very big; the mattress was covered in a white sheet, and the pillows looked fluffy. I walked in and checked out the wardrobe; it was filled with clothes and underwear. 

I looked at the other side, and I saw a shoe rack, heels, slippers, and sneakers. 

Wow, I was amazed. It was the life of a princess for me.

I took off my clothes and headed into the bathroom. I turned on the water, and it was just the temperature I wanted. I allowed the water to pour from my head into every part of my body. I shampooed my hair and cleaned my skin thoroughly. I stretched my hands and picked up the towel from the rack.

I walked out naked, mopping my body with the towel. As I cleaned my face and dropped the towel on the sofa beside me, I saw Jason standing in my room. Shocked, I covered my boobs with one hand and tried to cover my pussy with the other.

He looked at me and shook his head.

“You belong to me now, Meena; I own your body. Why are you covering my property from me?”

I did not know what to say, so I just stood there, still covering said “properties”.

He walked toward me and moved my hands away from my boobs. My nipples gave me out as they bounced before his eyes, damn.

He glided his hands around my nipples, gently stroking the tips. I swallowed.

To my uttermost surprise, he lifted me and placed me on the bed, my wet hair glued to my face. He moved the strands of hair from my face and kissed my lips.

I loved it. He kissed my neck, my chest, down to my belly button.

He moved down, spread my legs, and my pussy was wet.

“Baby girl, you are wet for Zaddy.” I could not lie; I was horny as hell.

He sucked my pussy deeply. I was holding back, concerned about the maids in the house. I can't be heard screaming Zaddy's name from the first time I stepped into the house.

He stopped and looked at me. “You don't like it?” He asked coldly

“Call my name, baby, and scream out. I want everyone to know I am making love to you, baby girl.”

He bent his head back and sucked me even more. I had to let my feelings out. 

I called out his name

“Zaddy, please take me; fuck me,” I begged him

He grazed my clitoris with his tongue and fucked me with his fingers. I moaned, rolled my eyes at him, and waited for the moment he would plunge his dick into me.

He withdrew back and said, “Next time

, don't hide what belongs to me from my eyes.”

He turned around and walked away.