Princess Treatment?

~MILA~

I woke up feeling sore all over, especially between my legs. I squinted, struggling to adjust to the bright light that filled the room.

The bed was empty. I was alone. I sighed in relief, at least I could take the walk of shame without anyone watching. Facing Ryan this morning wasn’t something I was prepared for.

The last thing I wanted was for him to look at me with disgust. I’d rather cherish the memories of last night and take it with me.

A smile tugged at my lips as the memories of last night rushed back. It still felt unreal that I could be desired by such a man.

I scrambled out of the bed, fumbling to pull my clothes back on. I needed to leave as fast as possible.

Suddenly I remembered. This was a suite. That meant he might be in the living room.

Oh no..

How did I not remember this?

I guess I’ll have to face him.

I braced myself and drew in a sharp steadying breath.

I schooled my features, pulling on a mask of indifference.

I opened the door expecting to see him only to be met by three women and four men. They stood up from the sofa the second I appeared, lining up with military precision, their expressions schooled into polite, professional smiles.

“Good morning ma’am”, they chorused in perfect unison.

I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face.

“Hello”, I managed, my voice uncertain. I offered a forceful stiff smile, desperate to ease the awkwardness of the moment.

An elegant woman stepped forward. Her hair was pulled back into a tight glossy bun that accentuated her cheekbones and piercing eyes. She wore a tailored gray suit and her posture was impeccable.

She was clearly the one in charge.

I am Sabrina”, she said, her voice smooth and polished.

I manage Mr. Anderson’s private life, curating his personal style, managing his nutrition, and overseeing his grooming appointments, from his skincare to his dental maintenance. Today I would be extending those same services to you.

She gestured with one hand, and the team behind her stepped forward one by one as she introduced them.

"This is Chef Julian," she said, nodding to a man in his fifties with a kind face wearing a chef's uniform. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He gave a respectful slight bow of his head.

"Our housekeeper, Sarah," she continued. Sarah was wearing an apron. She offered a polite smile.

"Dan is our driver," she introduced. Dan wore a stiff black suit. He offered a brief polite nod.

Finally, she gestured to the two men standing in a loose formation by the door. "And our security team, Silas and Marcus”. she said gesturing to the muscular men in identical navy suits that strained against their large biceps. One of them was holding a leather briefcase. They didn’t smile but nodded their head in acknowledgment.

“Mr. Anderson had to rush to the office for an important meeting”, Sabrina explained.

“He asked us to ensure you are perfectly attended to”.

“Whatever you desire will be provided immediately”.

She gestured to Silas who stepped forward with the leather briefcase. He clicked the latches open revealing rows of crisp bundles of hundred-dollar notes.

“Would you like to dine first, take a shower, or perhaps begin with a massage?”, she asked.

I stood dumbfounded, my eyes darting between them then lingering mesmerized at the crisp notes in the briefcase.

No one had ever treated me like this.

But why?

“Mr. Anderson also requested that we take you out shopping when you are ready”, she added smoothly.

My mouth hung open.

“Um, I”, The words died in my throat.

I stared at her unable to form a coherent sentence.

Was this a parting gift?

Or a nice gesture?

Maybe this was how he handled his one-night stands, a luxury service for a night of pleasure. I tried to convince myself not to read any meaning into it.

A man like him surely had many beautiful and classy women at his beck and call.

He was probably being nice.

I couldn’t stay, I didn’t have it in me to go through another male drama.

He was addictive; handsome, sweet, rich, and dangerously good in bed.

A deadly combination.

A flush crawled up my neck as images from last night flooded my mind. My nipples hardened instantly and my pussy got wet.

“Don’t go there”, I chided myself.

The sex was mind-blowing, but getting hooked on a man like him was a shortcut to destruction.

I needed to leave. Men like him got bored easily. He’d get bored, I’d get broken.

I couldn’t handle another heartbreak.

I pulled a pen and sticky notepad from my bag scribbling a quick note before tearing it off and folding it.

I handed it to Sabrina with a polite smile.

“Please give this to Mr. Anderson, tell him I appreciate his generosity but I can’t stay."

She blinked, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing her face before she masked it with a professional smile.

“As you wish."

I looked at the others, they were staring with surprised looks on their faces and probably wondering which girl in her right mind would turn down all this.

You guys shouldn’t look so shocked yet.

Give me some of that cash..

I was penniless and homeless thanks to that asshole Cooper.

Luck finally shone on me today with this free money.

“However I will be taking some cash."

Sabrina’s lips twitched, amusement clear on her face but she caught it.

The others tried to hide their amusement but failed miserably.

She gestured to Silas. He stepped into my space and held the briefcase open.

I reached in, smiling as my fingers touched the cool crisp stacks of cash.