Bilionaire's Addiction

1. Jealous

CHAPTER ONE

VIVIAN’S POV

TO: vivybrookes11@gmail.com

FROM: powersenergy@wells.com

SUBJECT: INTERVIEW

DEAR VIVIAN,

Following your application to the post of Personal Assistant for the CEO of Power Energy Company, I hereby ask you to please avail yourself for an interview at 8.00 A.M sharp on Monday, 19/August/2019. Maintain a formal dressing code or otherwise you will be disqualified.

Best of Luck,

Signed,

DEVON WELLS

My heartbeat grew erratic as I reread the email on my phone screen. It was finally happening. I was finally going for an interview for the first time.

“What’s with the smile?” Kane questioned, looking up from his laptop. Then the corner of his eyes narrowed and unmistakable jealous crawled on his face as he edged closer to where I was lying on the bed.

“Is it a man?” His jaw was tensed and one could easily see his jawbones highlighted expansively while they grinded on each other.

“Of course not. I finally got a call back for an interview,” He snatched the phone from my hands, obviously not believing anything I said. His gray eyes immediately darkened in rage as he threw the phone to the bed.

“Why the f**k did you apply for a job without telling me?” He snapped.

“I…I thought you’d be happy,” I replied.

“Well I’m not and you are not going for that interview Vivian,” He thundered, then stormed out of our one bedroomed apartment.

I sighed, pulling my knees to my chin as I fought the tears gathering at the slit ends of my eyes. All I wanted was a real office job and not the fourteen hour shift at the diner across the street. Just for once why would Kane not see that? Maybe moving in with my college boyfriend had not been the best idea but I loved him to an extent I would rather put up with his temper tantrums than live anywhere else. Picking up my phone, I dialed Greta’s number. We both worked at the diner and honestly she had been more of a sister than a friend to me.

“What’s up b***h?” I internally cringed at that.

“It’s Kane,” I heard her sigh on the other end.

“What did he do this time?” She asked and I could imagine her trying to fight an eye roll.

“He…um,” Tears burned my eyes and I could feel myself choking from the rush of emotions.

“You know what? How about you meet me at Lana Blasé and we can talk about it?”

“Lana Blasé?” I gasped. That was one of the most exclusive pubs in LA. She really had to be kidding me.

“Yes. Jesus Vivian! Don’t tell me you forgot about Aiden’s birthday party,” She had to be definitely making an eye-roll now judging from the tint of exasperation in her tone. Aiden Kings, her new smoking hot, rich boyfriend. He had personally invited me when he dropped by the Diner to see Greta last week.

“s**t! Sorry. What time is the party again?” I looked around in panic.

“Eight. Just promise me you’ll be there because honestly I’m not sure I can handle the pressure of being around his rich friends alone,”

“I won’t miss it for the world,” I promised.

Seconds after the call had come to an end, I stepped off the bed. Kane was obviously going to get drunk again and cause a commotion like he always did every single night. The one thing I was grateful for, was that he had never laid his hands on me and a part of me hopefully believed it was because he still loved me.

The tick-tock sound of the watch hanging on the wall, indicated it was only ten minutes past seven. I pulled a towel around myself, walking into the bathroom. I hummed Celine Dion’s because you loved me under my breath as I soaped my body, enjoying the rush of calmness taking over. Once I was done, I went through my wardrobe and incidentally my fingers brushed the fabric of a dress I had been saving for a special occasion.

Special occasion.

I snarled at the thought knowing full well there was no special occasion coming soon in my life. Making an in-the-moment decision, I pulled it on, admiring how the black sequin dress fit around my curves perfectly and almost…seductively. Too bad I was not wearing it for anyone tonight. A dab of red lipstick, smoky eyes, my six inch black heels from Christmas last year and I was good to go. I wrote a note, sticking it to the fridge door telling Kane where I would be. He’d probably be too drunk to read it but then it was still worth a try

The small miles to the club were spent in dire thinking, regretting every single decision I had made in my life. From that first time I kissed Kane back to the second I agreed to move in with him. But the part that I regretted the most was how I could not bring myself to unlove him even after everything despite how pathetic that sounded in my own ears.

“Ma’am we are here,” The cab driver spoke, peeling me off my thoughts.

“Thank you,” I paid him before texting Greta.

I’m outside.

Barely a second later, she replied with a smiley emoji accompanying her text.

Coming.

She walked past the guards manning the door and I had to stifle a gasp at the floral blue dress caressing her rather curvaceous body. The smile lighting up on her face reminded me of just how much I can always count on her when things got to rough.

“You came. For a moment there I thought Kane was going to lock you in the house,” She whispered against my ear as we hugged.

“We had a fight and he left the house,” It’s hard to pretend talking about Kane was not chokingly painful.

“You really know how to dress for a party b***h. I’d bet many men would be drooling over you tonight,” she giggled, changing the subject.

“Not as many as those who would be undressing you,” She laughed at my statement.

“You know what you need?” I gaze up at her as we walked inside the club,” A f*****g drink,” She finished but my eyes were too busy drinking in the beauty of the club. Club lights flashed beautifully everywhere and the slow music playing, made the place feel even more magnificent.

“Come here,” She pulled my hand, navigating through the crowd of dancing couple until we reached the bar. Sitting on the tall white bar stools, she summoned the bartender.

“Six tequila shots please,” She ordered.

Her gaze returned to me and without a word, she patted my shoulder in comfortingly in light strokes. I was tempted to pull her into a hug and cry myself out.

“Babe, I have been scouting the entire club for you,” Aiden’s rich voce intervened.

“I went to get Vivian,” She ushered with her chin at me.

Aiden’s eyes turned to me and I swallowed back all the pain, coating it with a light smile on my lips.

“Happy birthday Aiden. I’m sorry, I could not get you anything,”

“Come on Vivian, your presence here is present enough. Can I steal Greta for a minute though?” I saw Greta about to protest but I was not going to let her.

“You can have her all night,” I smiled cheekily.

“Are you sure?” Greta inquired full of uncertainty and unable to trust my voice, I nodded.

I watched them walk away, bouncing off like the happy couple they were. I sighed, turning my gaze to the tequila shots arranged before me. If these shots were my one chance of numbing my entire body, then I would definitely take them.

“I’m assuming this seat is not taken,” A deep muscular voice stopped my hand mid-air from reaching for a shot.

Slowly I turned around, staring straight into the most delicious piece of specimen smirking at me. Holy f**k!