ONCE A HEIRESS NOW THE BILLIONAIRES MAID

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“I broke up with Jake, and I don’t regret it,” Valerie began, her voice sharp as the sound of Layla chopping vegetables crackled through the phone.

“You did what?” Layla’s voice shot back, almost drowning out the clatter.

“Exactly what you heard. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“So, six months of a relationship, just gone like that?”

“You know it’s the longest I’ve ever been with a Man,” Valerie said, almost bored by the subject already.

“I thought he was perfect for you,” Layla replied.

“It was all hype,” Valerie sighed. “His career, his good looks—those dashing, pearl-like eyes on that square jaw of his, none of that made up for our average love-making sessions. He could barely sustain an erection or thrust into me the way I wanted or thrust hard enough to get me to orgasm.”

“But you told me he was good in bed!”

“Well, that’s the problem. I was pretending. Honestly, it was embarrassing, a disappointing irony compared to what I thought he’d be like. I was tired of pretending I was enjoying him and his weird foreplays. I just wanted him to fuck the hell out of me, have me gasping for air or something. Our energies just didn’t align. He was too conservative, too reserved. Too… caring. Not that it’s a bad thing, but he didn’t seem to have a mind of his own. Something about him just felt so off. I couldn’t cope.”

“What do you even want from men, Valerie? It’s like you break up with them for fun. What you’re complaining about is literally what most women dream of!”

“Boring sex and foreplays? Well, I’ve set him free so he can go fulfil the dreams of those women,” Valerie replied with a shrug in her tone. “And, point of correction, I wasn’t complaining. I’m Valerie Davis—I’m not easily impressed. Men like Jake, who’ll do whatever I want whenever I want it, bore me to death. Honestly, I don’t know why my dad won’t let me relocate. The men around here are just not it.”

“You’re unbelievable. You don’t like chivalrous men? They’re too good to be true for you?”

“Exactly! There’s something so sly about men like that. It puts me off.”

“My goodness!” Layla exclaimed. “I don’t know what to say, Valerie. You’re on a roll with these men. You’ve been in and out of relationships like you’re changing socks.”

“Enough about men,” Valerie cut in. “What the hell are you cooking?"

“Vegetable porridge,” Layla replied.

“Sounds more like a concoction, We both know you’re a terrible cook."

“At least I’m better than you! I know where to find the pot and chop the vegetables.”

“I can’t imagine staining or stressing my freshly manicured nails just to cook,” Valerie said with a laugh.

She ended the call soon after, a satisfied smirk playing out on her lips as she leaned back against the plush leather seat of her father’s limousine. The smooth hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the car did little to distract her from admiring her freshly manicured nails. Her father had finally let her take the limousine for a spin after days of pleading. What could be more befitting for a princess? After all, she was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city. The cityscape glistened through the tinted windows, but Valerie barely noticed. Her thoughts were already on her next purchase, away from Jake. She had meant everything she said about him, blocked him everywhere even.

Valerie had bought a new designer handbag and two pairs of shoes earlier that afternoon, just after breaking up with Jake. She had seen a sparkling diamond necklace in a boutique's window earlier in the day, and the thought of it stuck in her mind, like a catchy song. She promised herself that she would have it by the end of the day. Price tags never stopped her; money was just a number, and her father could always provide more. For her, the only excitement she found in men was physical; nothing else compared to the comfortable life she was used to.

As the only child of Richard Davis, Valerie never went without anything. Her father, a self-made businessman, had given her everything money could buy after her mother passed away.

The limousine pulled up outside the boutique, and Valerie stepped out, flicking her straightened hair over her shoulder as the chauffeur opened the door. Her burnt-orange two-piece was firmly sitting on her body as she walked into the store. Inside, the staff greeted her with smiles on their faces. Valerie wasn’t having it because most times she felt they were putting up fake smiles, and the whispered admiration irritated her even more. These same people smiling were the very same people who would not hesitate to slander her in the comment section of any gossip blog she appeared on, she thought to herself as she walked by them. She moved through the store, her sharp eyes flitting across the displays as she dismissed and approved items with barely a word.

She moved through the jewellery section for a few minutes until she finally settled on the diamond necklace and a pair of earrings. She attempted to reach for it only to be shoved aside by a man who snatched the necklace right out of the display. He was taller, had longer hands, and reached for the jewellery before her.

“Excuse me,” he said, not even looking at her.