Mr Billionaire Wants Me

Chapter Two

Zoey

I tossed on the bed and groaned. My head was heavy and pounding. I flicked my eyes open, the bright light from the partly-opened curtain got me squinting. "s**t, my head," I growled. Under the sheets, I found myself stark naked. "What happened?" I couldn't remember anything. One minute, I was drunk, talking to a hot guy. Crap. I hope that's not what I'm thinking.

My phone rang. It was Maya. My best friend. "Hey you," I croaked.

"Woah. No offense but you sound like a f*****g toad," she quipped, laughing at her own joke. I growled. "Are you okay?"

"Hangover. A painful one," I replied, sitting up on the bed.

"Yeah about that. I forgot to tell you. You were meant to entertain the men, keep them company. No drinking or s*x. You're not a whore."

"Well, too late for that. I got drunk last night, thinking about my messed-up life. Then I let a handsome guy bang me. I broke all your rules." My eyes darted to the bedstand and I gasped. There was a wad of cash with a little note that read. Thanks for last night, beautiful.

"Come on, Zoey. This is unlike you. The guy must be a model to make you open your leg so easily like that," she scolded.

I sighed. "That's not all."

"What's more? Don't tell me you didn't use protection or I'm slapping you through the phone for losing yourself in one night."

My brain went numb. f**k me. "Ugh. I swear. I forgot. We were both drunk," I confessed.

"At least tell me, he didn't see your face. That's a strict rule from the agency."

"Yeah. I didn't let him see me. I told him, "It was hotter to have s*x with a mask."

She released a sigh of relief. "Just get some birth control from the pharmacy and hope the guy doesn't have some kind of infection."

"He also dropped me some bucks."

"How much?"

I counted the money quickly and my eyes shone. "Dude, it's five thousand dollars."

"What? That's too much for one night," she exclaimed. "That's it. You're officially a prostitute."

"Whatever. The s*x was mind-blowing. I haven't had it this good, all my life."

She laughed. "With all your million boyfriends."

"I wish. Anyways, thanks for recommending the agency to me. I'd have been fine with the payment but this will go a long way in paying my rent," I thanked her.

"Sure. I'll talk to you later," she squeaked and ended the call. Maya has been my friend ever since I came to New York and she's been my only way to survive in this big city.

I sucked a harsh breath. "I better go home," I said to myself.

After a while, I got to my apartment. Right at the door, as my hands fumbled with the keys, my landlady peeked her head from her window and caught sight of me. Ugh. More trouble.

"Zoey. Stop right there," she barked and I rolled my eyes. At least I won't be begging today, unlike other days. Today, I had enough money to pay my rent and everything I owed her.

I whirled around to see her charging at me. "Good morning, ma'am," I greeted her.

"It's Friday. I came yesterday and knocked but you were not around. Look, I'm tired. I've held my patience for so long. Today marks the end of it. If you don't have money for your rent now, consider yourself homeless."

I reached for my purse and yanked out the wrapped bundle of cash. Her eyes widened. She stopped talking. "I have your money," I announced, counting the notes, one by one.

She gulped. "How'd you make that much?"

Mentally, I said a quick prayer to the guy that paid me. Unfortunately, I didn't get to meet him or know who he was but I was grateful for the mess he pulled me out of. "That shouldn't concern you," I said, paying my debt in full.

Her face lit up and she placed a hand on my shoulder. "You know. You're a good girl and I don't have problems with you. I just need you to pay me on time and in full."

I nodded and went into my apartment as she soliloquized away. The money I had left was two thousand dollars and I still had to pay some bills. My electronic and data subscriptions were due.

I flopped on my work chair and opened my laptop. If I had known getting a job in the big city was hard, I'd have stayed in Illinois. I scrolled through my inbox, it was a bunch of sales emails. But one message stood out. I clicked it.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about," I yelped. Finally, I got an interview. Goosebumps pricked my skin. My passion in life was to become an app developer. I went to college to pursue this dream but ended up as a high school computer teacher. Just last month, I was fired for being two hours late for work due to my ill health, and since then, I've been looking for employment in big tech companies. Today must be my lucky day.

Without hesitation, I accepted the interview and was invited to visit the company that day at noon or the next day by nine in the morning. Not wanting to pass away my opportunity, I freshened up and went to Nivtech.

"Good morning ma'am," I said to the receptionist. She beamed at me.

"Hello. Welcome to Nivetech. How may I help you?" She sang.

"I–I've got an interview by twelve, ma'am."

Her eyes darted to her computer. "Can I have your name?"

"Zoey. Zoey Smith," I replied.

She punched her keyboard for a while. "Awesome. You're right on time. Down the hall to your left. You'll find a door with a sign 'recruitment'. That's the office for your interview," she said. I followed her directions and knocked in front of the supposed door.

"Come in," a voice ordered. I gulped. Nothing goes there. I sauntered in and my breath hitched.

"Zoey?" He doubted.

"Carl," I blurted. My day kept getting interesting. My ex-boyfriend, who I hated and made my life a living hell, was going to conduct my interview. Yeah, the job was lost. There was no way he would give me the job, except to make me suffer.

"Wow. What a coincidence?" He said, reclining on his seat, his eyes drinking me. I wanted to disappear. Being broke was a million times better than having Carl as my superior. "Please, have a seat." Without saying a word, I obeyed. "What do I owe this pleasant surprise? Did you come back to beg for me?"

I scoffed. "You wish. I'd rather die alone than beg for you."

He laughed. "You still have your attitude."

I dropped my documents on his table. "I've got an interview and you're the one in charge." I knew he could tell me to walk away, but I didn't care. I gave him a piece of my mind.

"I see." His eyes traced each of my papers and he nodded. "You're qualified and you passed the specifications required by the boss but."

My heart sank. I couldn't conjure what the hiccup could be. "What do you want?" I snapped.

"I'll give you the job if you suck my d**k," he responded with a smirk, drawn across his cheeks. "A quick blowjob wouldn't hurt anyone."

"What? You're insane."

He chuckled. "Think carefully, Zoey. By the way, I missed you. I've missed those sexy full lips of yours and I want them around my dick."

"That's it. Keep your f*****g job," I spat and bolt stood to my feet.

"Wait. The pay is juicy. You get allowances and you get to work closely with the boss. It's a win-win for both of us," he pointed out.

I needed the job but I wouldn't stoop so low to sleep with an asshole for a job. "No. It's a win for you. I got the job based on my certificate. You're just being cruel."

He sprang to his feet. "Enough. You don't come into my office to insult me. Now get out."

"What is going on here?" A voice rumbled from behind me. I twirled to see him. Blaze. My heart skipped. My brother's best friend and the only guy I ever loved. But he never looked my way, before my brother got drafted into the army and he disappeared.

He has become more handsome with age than the last time I saw him. He was probably over six feet now, with tanned skin almost golden. There was a stubble of beard under his chin but that didn't hide his defined jawline. He had the physique of a gym model as his suit clenched on his body. My c**t ached.

"Boss. It's nothing I can't take care of," Carl said.

Blaze's blue eyes landed on me. "Zoey," he called. My brain froze and my legs were wobbly. Blaze was the boss. I couldn't believe it.