The Billionaire's Housekeeper: A Marriage of Convenience Romance for Adults

A complete story, brought to you by
Kiana Campbell of BWWM Club.

Rita Brooks has been billionaire
George Ainsworth’s housekeeper for the past few years.

With George currently going through
and completing a divorce, due to his wealth and influence, he has the
paparazzi buzzing around his house looking for dirt.

This worries Rita because she has a
secret: she's a Canadian living in America illegally.

When George finds out, he decides to
repay her loyalty and friendship over the years by marrying her so
she can stay in the country.

But what starts out as a marriage of
convenience soon turns into both the best and worse move he's ever
made!

With new found and genuine feelings
growing between the two, will it be enough to make up for the havoc
this marriage will cause on other aspects of his life?

Find out in this marriage of
convenience romance by Kiana Campbell of BWWM Club.

Suitable for over 18s only due to sex
scenes between a handsome billionaire and his sexy housekeeper turned
wife.

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George Ainsworth wasn’t used to
being alone. It was going to take some time for him to come to terms
with that. Falling in love in college, getting married, starting his
career right away and earning more in a week than most people would
in several years. Now he was sitting alone on one of the many
balconies of his mansion.

The house appeared to be a lot more
spacious now that Julie had left and taken some of her things with
her. Divorce was never easy, but being in a loveless marriage was
even more difficult.

With all the money, power, and parties
over the years, Julie had grown cold and distant. She manipulated the
people around her in order to get anything she wanted. She was a
debutante, and the daughter of a wealthy banker. She had always been
spoiled, but her heart had softened when she met George in their
junior year at University.

Over time, her childish tantrums and
controlling nature froze her heart back up, and now George’s
heart was hardened. Ice and stone was not a good mix.

No, George Ainsworth was not used to
being alone. Not in such a large house. Not without all the parties.
The only people to keep him company were his staff, and the paparazzi
outside trying to get a story about the divorce.

“
Mr. Ainsworth?”

That made George jump. He was
reflecting on the last few years of his life, feeling 70 instead of
29, and he hadn’t heard the soft tapping on the door.

His housekeeper Rita came in with a
silver tray on a trolley. On it were a few slices of toast, some
shortbread, butter, and a small kettle for tea.

“
Rita, you startled me,”
George said, clearing his throat. He hadn’t asked for
breakfast, but he could tell that Beatrice was worried about him.
George was constantly busy and had a habit of forgetting to eat until
Beatrice made something for him and Rita brought it in.

“
I’m sorry,” Rita
said. She picked up the tray and set it on a small table next to
George. He was sitting on the balcony of his former wife’s art
studio. The room was completely bare except for a few tables and some
empty bookshelves. Rita couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
George looked as if he were in mourning no matter what color he wore.
He had on a black shirt under his butter yellow sweater. His legs
were crossed, and he stared at the gardens below.

Rita felt as if he was looking beyond
the gardens. In his own sort of Jay Gatsby way, he was searching for
the green light that Julie must have possessed somewhere over the
estate walls. She shook the thought away, and George turned to look
at her for a moment. He caught her looking at him, but when she
stopped her imagination from going overboard, she turned to leave.

“
Rita?” George asked.

“
Yes, Mr. Ainsworth,” Rita
said.

“
Would you sit with me for a
while?” George had never really stopped to have proper
conversations with Rita. He worked constantly, but he was always nice
to her whenever they did get around to speaking. Rita was usually
quiet around him, and Julie kept her busy.

“
I’m not sure I’ll
be able to stay for too long, Beatrice needs me in the kitchen to
help with lunch, and I have some things to do in the garden before I
head to town to go shopping. Do you have a list of things for me to
get?”

“
Shit,” George said. Rita
tried her best to stifle a smile. Whenever George did speak to her,
there was usually a swear word coming out of his mouth. He was always
frustrated with someone at work, or something he had read in the
paper, but hearing him swear always made her laugh because she knew a
joke was coming next. George could never stay too angry for long; not
even at Julie. Rita could tell he was truly frustrated when he would
sit alone, silently, legs crossed, and ruminating.

“
Julie always makes up the
shopping list. I have no idea what to get. What do you think I should
get?” George asked in a voice filled with panic. He looked like
a deer caught in headlights. His gray green eyes swirled in
confusion.

Rita laughed. Her mouth widened,
revealing her white teeth that countered her beautiful dark skin.

“
Well, I think you should
get…food,” Rita said still laughing. That made George
laugh too. He relaxed his shoulders a bit. He didn’t notice he
was so tense, until he felt so free just laughing.

He listened to the gentle change in
tone of Rita’s accent. George knew she grew up in Montreal, but
they hadn’t had enough long conversations for him to have
picked up on her accent. There were some words that sounded more
French than English, and that made the sound of her laughter more
magical. It was like her accent traveled from her words to the way
she giggled.

Rita’s laughter distracted him
from the things on his mind. George’s thoughts were swimming in
circles around a single word: Alone. It was still such a difficult
concept for him to grasp. When he wasn’t living with his
parents, he was away at college, and then right after that he was
married. It was strange now for him to really have to take care of
himself without someone looking out for him. Left to himself he would
be at work constantly and would possibly even die of starvation
without realizing it.

“
How long have you been working
with us, Rita?” the question sounded strange even to George. He
almost corrected himself because he had said ‘us’ as if
Julie was still at the mansion living with them. He thought better of
it and waited for Rita to respond. He fixated his eyes on her face;
from her high cheekbones, to her dark almond shaped eyes, to her
heart shaped lips, to the way her dark skin glowed in various lights.
His eyes moved about her features, but they didn’t linger on
one spot for too long so that his gaze would make her feel
self-conscious.

Rita was admittedly taken aback by the
question. This was the longest they had stopped to just chat before.
George cracked the occasional joke during times of frustration, or he
would ask for Rita to do him a favor since he was stuck on his phone
or laptop at home working. This was the first time that he talked and
asked her anything about herself.

“
Oh, about three years, Mr.
Ainsworth,” Rita said. She clasped her hands in front of her
and nervously began to twiddle her thumbs. She wasn’t sure
where her shyness was coming from.

“
Ahh, I see,” George said.
He opened his mouth for a second. He looked like he was about to say
something else, but then thought better of it.

“
I don’t want to keep you,
Rita.”

“
I’d better get down to
the kitchen,” Rita said at the same time.

They both smiled at each other, but
Rita avoided making eye contact by looking down.

George turned his eyes toward the
garden again, looking pensive. Rita thought that he must have been so
heartbroken. He had slowly become this pensive and almost stone like
person over the few years that she had known him. She wanted to offer
words of encouragement, or at least try to say something that may
cheer him up, but no words were coming to her either. She curtsied
and turned to leave.

“
Try to have a good day,”
George said stiffly. If humor wasn’t involved, he was finding
it hard to be a warm person.

“
Yes, Mr. Ainsworth,” Rita
replied softly.

“
Please, call me George,”
he said, looking at her briefly before once again facing the garden.

“
Yes…George,” Rita
said. She paused before saying his name. It sounded almost unfamiliar
to her given the fact that she’d never called him by his first
name before. Her accent made her say his name almost delicately, like
she was afraid to break it.

She stepped out of the empty art
studio, adjusted the blouse she was wearing, and then headed back
downstairs to the kitchen to help Beatrice with lunch.

*****

The house felt emptier even before
most of the furniture was moved out. The absence of one of Rita’s
employers was a new change, but she had sensed the wedge between
Julie Ainsworth and her husband George for some time now.

What Rita noticed most was that there
were no tears. There were fights, bouts of coldness, and long silent
times when Julie would lock herself away in her art studio, listening
to Vivaldi, drinking wine, and splattering paint on everything but
the canvas in front of her. Calling it art, when it was really her
way of throwing a beautiful tantrum. George would call and ask Rita
to tell Julie that he would be working late and would not be coming
home. Rita could feel otherwise though. She knew he just needed an
excuse to stay away from the negative energy of their large house.

Rita obliged though. She would knock
on the door and wait for the music to be turned down before Julie
would tell her to come in. Rita would come with a book, or a tray of
Julie’s favorite chocolates. She always wanted to ease the
news, even though it wasn’t outright bad news.

“
Mr. Ainsworth says he will be
coming home tomorrow. He is very busy at the moment,” Rita
said. She said the words slowly, choosing them carefully. She didn’t
want to upset Julie further. She would put the tray of whatever
goodies she had down on a small round table and wait for Julie to
react.