19/09/2025
A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE KEEPER ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT OFF IN THE BILLIONAIRE'S HOTEL ROOM
Alma had just started her shift at the luxurious hotel where she worked as a housekeeper. She was new, quiet, and beautiful in an effortless way that made other workers curious about her past. That evening, she was tasked with cleaning the presidential suite, a room said to belong to the mysterious billionaire who rarely showed his face, but whose presence loomed large in the entire building.
She worked late into the night ensuring everything was spotless. The room was more than a suite. It was practically a palace. Plush couches, silk sheets, golden accents. The soft music playing in the background and the subtle lavender scent in the air made it impossible to resist the overwhelming sleepiness creeping into her limbs.
Ma told herself she'd rest for just 5 minutes. Just five. On the edge of the king-size bed, but five minutes turned into hours. She slipped into a deep sleep, curled innocently on the corner of the bed in her uniform. The door clicked open just after midnight. A tall man in a black suit walked in, unbuttoning his collar as he tossed his keys on the table.
When he noticed the sleeping figure on his bed, he froze, confusion and curiosity washing over his handsome face. Billionaire Liam Hart had spent the night dealing with boardroom tensions and fake smiles at a private event he didn't enjoy. All he wanted was to crash in peace, but finding a woman asleep in his room was not part of the plan.
At first, he thought she might be a setup, maybe a fan or someone from the staff playing games. But as he approached her, he saw the cleaning cart parked near the door and the way her shoes were still neatly lined beside it. She stirred at the sound of his footsteps, eyes fluttering open slowly.
Panic immediately replaced sleep in her face as she jumped up from the bed. I I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to. I was just so tired. I didn't think you'd be back so soon. She stammered, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her heart pounded as she gathered her things, terrified she'd lose the job she desperately needed. Liam didn't yell or call security.
He simply stared at her with a look that was unreadable. You're lucky I'm not the kind of man who screams," he said, his voice low and calm. "But don't do this again." Alma nodded quickly and rushed out, her hands trembling. What she didn't know was that Liam wasn't angry. He was intrigued. Back in the staff quarters, Elma could barely sleep.
She replayed the scene over and over, wishing she could take it back. Word hadn't gotten out, thankfully, but the fear of being fired still hovered over her. The next morning, she walked on eggshells, waiting to be called to HR or worse. But the call never came. Instead, she was summoned to clean the same suite again.
To be continued..
