Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) by Renee Jordan Page A
Authors: Renee Jordan
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Seattle. When Mr. Draven had first hired then proposed marriage to Zera, he had sparked an appetite among the powerful for a curvy gal to serve them dressed in skimpy outfits.
Both women did more than look pretty. Zera and Issy had become intimate with their employers. Their relationships that had turned into a passionate, and quite kinky, BDSM affairs. Both women were engaged and eager for their weddings.
There was a part of me that had wanted to escape the drudgery of my cashier job at the Quality Goods, a trendy, all-natural grocery store in Seattle. I wanted to have a dashing, rich billionaire sweep my plump self off in a whirlwind romance.
But there was Frank, my boyfriend.
I loved him.
At least, I thought I did.
But lately his flaws have been growing on me. Lazy. No job. Can't keep the house clean while I'm at work. Won't take the time to cook dinner. Sure he's handsome. Sure he has dreamy eyes. But sometimes I felt like his mom and not his girlfriend.
Only a slight amount of guilt had held me back. But it wasn't really cheating just to dress like a slutty maid and clean a billionaire's house. As long as I didn't let it go too far. I did love Frank.
“Curvy Maids, my name is Melissa, how can I help you?” a pleasant woman asked.
I blinked in surprise. I thought this was Zera's private cell number. “Um, er, I need to speak to Zera.”
“And who shall I tell Miss Alexandra is calling?” Melissa sounded miffed that I used Zera's nickname.
“It's Veronica. She offered me a job and...I want to...” Deep breath. “...accept.”
“One moment.”
The line beeped, then a cheesy, classical song started playing. Zera had really invested in her business. Curvy Maids must be really successful. Maybe she didn't need me anymore? Maybe I had waited too long and missed out on the opportunity to make some money.
I would have to go and work another ten hours at Quality Goods tomorrow. My feet were swollen. I didn't want that.
The line clicked back on. “Transferring you to Miss Alexandra,” Melissa reported.
A moment later, my friend Zera exclaimed, “Are you really joining up, Veronica?”
“I am.”
“Come by the penthouse right away. Oh, Veronica, I'm so happy!”
“Oh, sure, I can do that,” I sighed.
“What's wrong?”
My boyfriend's being an asshole. “Nothing. I'll take the bus and be there soon.”
“Nonsense,” Zera declared. “It's raining. I'll have my driver pick you up. He'll be there in say fifteen minutes.
* * *
The intercom buzzed. Frank was still playing his stupid video game.
I strode across the apartment, my hair a mess. I had dried it, but I only had time to run a comb through it so my black hair was frizzy. I changed out of my work clothes, putting on a cute dress Frank had bought me three years ago for Valentine's Day. The last one he remembered
“Hello,” I said into the intercom.
“Is this Miss Veronica?” a polite man asked.
“Yes. I'll be right down.”
“Going somewhere, Babe?” Frank asked.
“Zera's.”
“So you're not cooking dinner?”
“Nope.” I yanked the door open.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked as I slammed the door shut and walked to the elevator.
He didn't follow after me. He probably just went back to killing...whatever he was in that stupid game. The team needed him.
The driver waited in the lobby, dressed in a black suit. He was young and handsome, his back straight, and very polite. He lead me to a limousine parked in front of the building. Zera had scored big when she captured the billionaire owner of Microtech's heart.
I would love to have this treatment all the time.
The ride was smooth and there was even a refreshing, iced tea for me to sip, a wedge of lemon stuck on the rim. I enjoyed the ride through Seattle, the rain drumming on the roof. Fifteen minutes later, we were in front of Zera's building, the driver holding the door open for me.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
“My pleasure, Miss.”
Zera lived in the
Both women did more than look pretty. Zera and Issy had become intimate with their employers. Their relationships that had turned into a passionate, and quite kinky, BDSM affairs. Both women were engaged and eager for their weddings.
There was a part of me that had wanted to escape the drudgery of my cashier job at the Quality Goods, a trendy, all-natural grocery store in Seattle. I wanted to have a dashing, rich billionaire sweep my plump self off in a whirlwind romance.
But there was Frank, my boyfriend.
I loved him.
At least, I thought I did.
But lately his flaws have been growing on me. Lazy. No job. Can't keep the house clean while I'm at work. Won't take the time to cook dinner. Sure he's handsome. Sure he has dreamy eyes. But sometimes I felt like his mom and not his girlfriend.
Only a slight amount of guilt had held me back. But it wasn't really cheating just to dress like a slutty maid and clean a billionaire's house. As long as I didn't let it go too far. I did love Frank.
“Curvy Maids, my name is Melissa, how can I help you?” a pleasant woman asked.
I blinked in surprise. I thought this was Zera's private cell number. “Um, er, I need to speak to Zera.”
“And who shall I tell Miss Alexandra is calling?” Melissa sounded miffed that I used Zera's nickname.
“It's Veronica. She offered me a job and...I want to...” Deep breath. “...accept.”
“One moment.”
The line beeped, then a cheesy, classical song started playing. Zera had really invested in her business. Curvy Maids must be really successful. Maybe she didn't need me anymore? Maybe I had waited too long and missed out on the opportunity to make some money.
I would have to go and work another ten hours at Quality Goods tomorrow. My feet were swollen. I didn't want that.
The line clicked back on. “Transferring you to Miss Alexandra,” Melissa reported.
A moment later, my friend Zera exclaimed, “Are you really joining up, Veronica?”
“I am.”
“Come by the penthouse right away. Oh, Veronica, I'm so happy!”
“Oh, sure, I can do that,” I sighed.
“What's wrong?”
My boyfriend's being an asshole. “Nothing. I'll take the bus and be there soon.”
“Nonsense,” Zera declared. “It's raining. I'll have my driver pick you up. He'll be there in say fifteen minutes.
* * *
The intercom buzzed. Frank was still playing his stupid video game.
I strode across the apartment, my hair a mess. I had dried it, but I only had time to run a comb through it so my black hair was frizzy. I changed out of my work clothes, putting on a cute dress Frank had bought me three years ago for Valentine's Day. The last one he remembered
“Hello,” I said into the intercom.
“Is this Miss Veronica?” a polite man asked.
“Yes. I'll be right down.”
“Going somewhere, Babe?” Frank asked.
“Zera's.”
“So you're not cooking dinner?”
“Nope.” I yanked the door open.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked as I slammed the door shut and walked to the elevator.
He didn't follow after me. He probably just went back to killing...whatever he was in that stupid game. The team needed him.
The driver waited in the lobby, dressed in a black suit. He was young and handsome, his back straight, and very polite. He lead me to a limousine parked in front of the building. Zera had scored big when she captured the billionaire owner of Microtech's heart.
I would love to have this treatment all the time.
The ride was smooth and there was even a refreshing, iced tea for me to sip, a wedge of lemon stuck on the rim. I enjoyed the ride through Seattle, the rain drumming on the roof. Fifteen minutes later, we were in front of Zera's building, the driver holding the door open for me.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
“My pleasure, Miss.”
Zera lived in the
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