A married billionaire’s manhood couldn’t stay calm after seeing his new maid serving him.

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The Billionaire’s Choice

Beao had everything a man could dream of: a sprawling mansion in the heart of the city, an empire that stretched across continents, and the respect of everyone who mattered. Yet, despite his fortune and fame, his life felt hollow. He had married Amina three years ago, drawn to her warmth and humility. She was nothing like the women who had chased him for his wealth—Amina was genuine, gentle, and loving. For a while, their marriage was a sanctuary, a place where laughter and deep conversation filled the rooms.

But as time passed, Beao became consumed by his business. Deals, meetings, and endless travel left little space for intimacy. Amina, once the light of his life, grew distant. She spent her days alone in the mansion, reading or tending to small tasks, waiting for Beao to come home. The spark between them faded, replaced by a cold silence.

Then, one day, a new maid arrived. Tigga was young, beautiful, and seemed eager to please. She was polite, always smiling, and quick to help. At first, Beao barely noticed her—she was just another employee. But as days passed, her presence became oddly captivating. Whenever she entered a room, Beao felt his heart skip a beat. He told himself it was nothing, just a fleeting attraction, but Tigga’s charm was hard to ignore.

One evening, after a long day at the office, Beao returned home earlier than usual. Passing the kitchen, he saw Tigga preparing dinner. Her back was turned, and the curves of her body were accentuated by her uniform. When she turned and caught his gaze, she smiled—a friendly smile, but to Beao, it felt like something more. He quickly looked away, unsettled by the feeling.

That night, Beao lay in bed unable to sleep. He thought about Tigga, her smile, her presence, and how she seemed to awaken something in him that he hadn’t felt in years. He tried to dismiss it, reminding himself that he loved Amina. But the attraction was undeniable.

Days passed, and Tigga was always around, always polite, always present when Beao needed her. One late night, as Beao worked in his study, Tigga entered to ask if he needed anything. She wore a simple dress instead of her uniform, her hair tied up in a neat bun. The sight of her caught him off guard, and his heart raced. She looked more like a woman than a maid.

“Do you need anything, sir?” Tigga asked softly.

Beao was frozen, his heart pounding, his mind clouded. Tigga noticed his silence and stepped closer. “Is everything all right, sir?” she asked, her tone gentle, almost teasing.

Beao tried to compose himself. “I think that will be all for tonight, Tigga,” he said, voice shaky. Tigga nodded and left, but before she stepped out, she looked back and whispered, “Good night, sir.”

Beao stood in his study, mind racing. He felt guilty—he was married, after all—but the thought of Tigga lingered, and the desire was undeniable.

That night, as Beao struggled with his thoughts, he heard footsteps outside his room. The door creaked open, and to his surprise, it was his assistant, Cheatsy.

“Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you,” Cheatsy said, concern etched on his face. “But I need to talk to you about something urgent. It’s about Tigga.”

Beao’s pulse quickened. “What’s going on with her?”

Cheatsy hesitated. “I’ve been getting reports—strange behavior. She’s been spending time with other staff, and there are rumors she might be involved in something that could jeopardize your business.”

Beao frowned. “Is this about the way she’s been acting around me? You think she’s trying to manipulate me?”

Cheatsy nodded. “It’s possible. She’s too friendly with the staff, and I’ve seen her trying to get close to you.”

Beao felt a chill. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t ignore the signs. Was Tigga trying to get close for her own reasons?

“I’ll handle this,” Beao said, voice firm. “But keep an eye on her.”

Cheatsy nodded and left, but his warning echoed in Beao’s mind. Was Tigga dangerous, or was he just letting his emotions cloud his judgment?

Later that night, Beao heard another knock at his door. This time, it was Tigga. She wore a simple white dress, her hair braided neatly, her deep brown eyes locking with his.

“Sir, can I speak with you for a moment?” Tigga asked softly.

Beao nodded, gesturing for her to come in. Tigga closed the door behind her, standing close enough that Beao could feel her warmth.

“I just wanted to apologize, sir,” Tigga said, voice low. “I didn’t mean to make things awkward the other night.”

Beao blinked, surprised by her openness. “It’s all right,” he said, though his mind was swirling. “Things have been complicated lately.”

Tigga looked down, then up again. “I know this isn’t easy, sir, but I’ve been thinking about how things are between us.”

Beao’s heart skipped a beat. Was she talking about what happened in the study? Was she aware of his feelings?

“I can see it in your eyes,” Tigga continued. “You’ve been distant. I don’t want to make things harder, but I need to be honest. I can’t stop thinking about you, sir. I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t help it.”

Beao’s breath caught. The room seemed to close in as Tigga’s words hung in the air. He wanted to tell her it was a mistake, that he loved Amina, but he couldn’t speak. Tigga stepped closer, her face inches from his.

“I don’t want to complicate things for you,” she whispered, “but I couldn’t keep pretending.”

Beao’s mind spun. He wanted to push her away, but a part of him longed for something more. “Tigga, this isn’t right,” he said, voice low. “I’m married. I love Amina.”

Tigga’s eyes darkened. “I know, sir. But that doesn’t change how I feel.”

Just as Beao was about to say more, the door opened. Amina stood in the doorway, her face a mix of confusion and hurt.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Beao’s heart sank. The guilt exploded inside him. Amina had seen them—seen the way Tigga’s hand touched his. The silence was suffocating.

“Amina, I—”

“No,” she said, her voice sharp. “I want to hear it from you. What is going on between you and her?”

Beao struggled to explain. “It’s not what you think. It’s complicated.”

Amina’s voice rose. “Are you having an affair with my maid?”

“No, Amina, it’s not that,” Beao pleaded. “I never wanted this to happen. I love you.”

Amina shook her head, tears in her eyes. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t be so lost in someone else. You wouldn’t look at your maid like she’s more than just an employee. I trusted you, Beao, and you’ve betrayed that trust.”

Tigga slipped out of the room, leaving Beao and Amina alone. The pain in Amina’s eyes was unbearable.

“I need space, Beao,” she said. “I need time to think.”

Days passed in cold silence. Amina retreated to her room, speaking to Beao only when necessary. Tigga had disappeared, leaving no trace. Beao tried to reach her, but she was gone. The guilt weighed on him. He had hurt Amina, the woman he loved most.

One evening, Beao knocked on Amina’s door. “Amina, please, we need to talk.”

“I don’t think there’s anything left to say,” she replied.

“Please, Amina. I know I messed up. I love you. This thing with Tigga was a mistake. You mean everything to me. Please, give me a chance.”

After a long pause, Amina unlocked the door. “Come in,” she said quietly.

Beao sat beside her, heart pounding. “I swear I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said. “Tigga made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

Amina’s tears fell freely. “Why did you let it go this far? Why couldn’t you come to me?”

“I was weak. I was confused. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I did, and I’m so sorry.”

Amina squeezed his hand, her forgiveness fragile. “We’ll take it one day at a time, Beao,” she said. “I’m willing to try, but you’ll have to prove it to me.”

Beao felt relief. It wasn’t the end, but it was a start. He focused on rebuilding their trust, showing Amina he was committed. The warmth between them was slow to return, but there were moments—small, fleeting moments—where Beao saw glimpses of the woman he had fallen in love with.

Despite progress with Amina, Tigga lingered in his thoughts. One afternoon, Beao received a message: “I’ve been thinking about you. I miss our talks.” It was from Tigga.

Beao stared at the message, torn. He had chosen Amina, but the pull toward Tigga remained. The choice felt more complicated than ever.

Amina entered the study, her eyes soft but sad. “I know you still think about her, Beao,” she said quietly. “I’m not asking you to forget. I’m asking you to choose me. No more secrets. No more lies. I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to be honest. So tell me, do you still want me?”

Beao put the phone down, his decision clear. He took Amina’s hand. “I choose you, Amina. I choose us.”

Amina smiled, tears in her eyes. The weight of their shared history and the hope of a future hung between them. As they sat together, Beao knew the path ahead would be hard, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he was on the right one. Tigga would remain a memory, but his heart belonged with Amina, where it truly belonged.

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