A Night With The Ruthless Billionaire

CHAPTER 2

Raymond paced to and fro, his eyes red with fury. Standing before him were his employees, their heads hanging down, beads of sweat trickling down their faces.

"What did we not do right? What did we lack? Is it manpower? Finances? What exactly?" He barked but there was silence. You could hear a pin drop.

"I ask again!" He roared. "What did we not do right that we failed to secure the most coveted contract with COZY? And who did we lose to? T&M? You all know that T&M is our rival!"

Feet shuffled but no one made a sound. The women were visibly shaking.

"Well, I see that you're no longer interested in your jobs. Go now, write your resignation letters and hand them over to HR."

"Sir, please. Don't be too hard on us." It was his assistant and best friend. "We tried our best but it didn't just work out."

"Why didn't it work out? There must be something that was not done properly. I can't believe we lost this business deal. It took me two years. Two good years, effort, resources, name it and we lost it. Why? Because of these incompetent fools that called themselves employees!"

"Sir!" James cried.

"James please!" He turned to his employees. "Are you still standing there like the fools you are?"

"We are sorry, sir." They pleaded with one voice.

Raymond glared at them with rage and hate. "Get out!" He thundered.

The employees scurried away except his assistant.

Raymond agitated, stood looking out of the transparent glass walls, his arms folded across his chest.

"Sir, we are truly sorry. We lost this deal but we tried our best."

"But your best wasn't enough," Raymond cut in.

"I know this is hard for you because this is the first time you've lost a business deal since you resumed office but our failures make us stronger."

"I hate you right now", Raymond said and turned slowly, facing his assistant.

James smiled. "I love you the most right now. Are you still angry? Hope you're not serious about the resignation letters?"

"I am damn serious. Make sure they write those letters before the end of the day."

A call came through and James looked up to him. "The chairman. Do you want to speak with him?"

"The last person I want to speak with right now. Put him through."

Raymond was full of explanations and apologies on the phone call. When he was through, he sat down exhausted.

"Are you okay?" James asked with concern.

"Do you expect me to be after failing to secure this contract? The old man gave me an earful." He stood up, took his jacket from the hangar, and packed his bag.

"Do you want me to call Rosie?"

"Team A would have their salaries deducted by 50% by the end of the month. Inform the accounts department."

"Yes sir. These are your schedules for the rest of the day. You have…"

"Clear my desk. If I have any appointments with clients, call them and reschedule."

"Where are you going? Do you want me to come with you?"

Raymond ignored him and left the office, slamming the door behind him.

***

Ruth was on the stage shaking her body to the rhythm of the music blaring from the loudspeakers. The room was crowded and you could barely hear what someone said unless you shouted. With a glass of beer in her hand, she sipped and danced.

A few seconds later, she staggered to the bar for a refill. She sat down as her cup was refilled which she gulped down and asked for another refill. Then another.

Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She ordered two bottles of beer, making it her sixth, and went to a table and sat down. As she struggled to open one of the bottles, a hand touched hers, gently.

"Hi, beautiful one. Do you need help?"

She turned to the owner of the voice and she gasped.

Damn. He's so tall and all muscles.

"You need help opening the bottle?"

She nodded and the bottle was opened, contents poured into a cup.

"May I sit with you?" She nodded again, still staring at the sun-tanned handsome face, curly hair, and strong jawline.

Her eyes feasted on the broad shoulders and the top buttons of his shirt were opened revealing a masculine chest that turned her on immediately. The man smiled cunningly, opened a few more buttons of his shirt, and folded its sleeves revealing his biceps. Ruth gulped.

He slowly sat down beside her, his eyes never leaving her face. "Why are you drinking alone?" His voice was a deep baritone which sent chills down her spine.

"I don't want any man in my life again but you…," She poked him gently on his chest, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you."

"Are you sure you can handle me?" His face was very close to hers as he tucked in strands of hair behind her ear, kissing her softly on the lips.

Ruth cupped his face. "I can handle you. Can you?" She used her fingers to trace the contours of his face. Her hands moved slowly through his chest, sending sparks of electricity he didn't know existed. How can a stranger ignite so much fire within him with little effort? He hated himself for feeling that way but he's enjoying it.

They drank heavily and danced. After dancing, he guided her to his VIP hotel room. His earlier plan was to drink himself to a stupor and spend a long night in his hotel room sleeping but he smiled inwardly at the change of plans.

Their clothes on the floor, a gasp escaped from Raymond at the ravishing sight of Ruth's naked body, beckoning to be devoured. He drew her closer and placed his lips on hers, savoring every part of her mouth.

His hands fondling her breasts, he ran his tongue through the sensitive parts of her body and Ruth moaned in ecstasy.

They were insatiable that night and made passionate love until the wee hours of the morning.

Ruth opened her eyes slowly and oh gosh, her head was banging. She closed her eyes once again and slept a few more minutes. She woke up, stretched herself on the bed and yawned looking around her. Strange.

She blinked severally and looked around her. This is not her room. Where is she and what is she doing here?

She stood up and was so embarrassed when she discovered she had nothing underneath. Looking at the time, she gasped, wore her clothes hurriedly, and fled out of the room.

She opened the door to her house slowly. Thank God, the lights were still off. She tiptoed across the sitting room to avoid waking her friend.

"And where do you think you're going to?" A voice asked her in the darkness. She froze, her heart beating fast. She must have heard wrong, that voice belongs to her mother. What is she doing in her house very early in the morning? And Ruth didn't spend the night in her house!