Billionaire's Quest

Meeting him

Moments later,

I feel so shyly young, flowing in air, stepping out the elevator on the tenth floor of the Turner headquarters where Gerald's office is.

My hand clasps a bouquet and the other holds the ring box while my handbag hangs on my shoulder.

Bella and I have practiced every damn word to say, and I was forced to cram every romantic word like a college student writing her final, so I won’t have any problem proposing, but at the moment, my shyness seems to take over me.

With a glitter of joy, I excitedly open the box, and there, the ring glitters, the same way my smile glisters on my face.

It is a perfect gold ring I acquired from one of the luxury jewelry shops in Paris.

I know Gerald loves anything gold and golden, like my hair, and that is the main reason I bought his preference.

I start the act… “Hey, sweetie, will you spend the rest of your life…”

But I am unable to finish when a charming voice cuts through my voice and heavy heels knocking the tile floor footsteps approaching. I know the top floor offices were always secluded since it was for top management, unlike the other floors.

I have not wait further when two pretty but petite ladies wearing white and black suits emerge, talking softly with their angelic voices.

With a swift movement, I quickly hide the ring behind my dress, faking a smile.

However, they walk past me as if I never exist.

Anyway, with a slow breath, I smile at myself.

Standing in front of Gerald’s office, I say a short prayer in my mind. Not that I expect him to reject me, but I want the strength … the self-confidence to stand as a female to propose to a male.

He may be my lover but I still find myself losing words when I can’t control my shyness, even when with him.

After minutes of searching for confidence, I slowly open Gerald’s office door without knocking, and the scene before me makes my stomach crumble.

“Phew!” my hands cover my mouth, not believing Gerald is cheating on me.

My body stands motionless, watching Gerald’s appealing lips smacking at a lady’s lips whose entire facade is hidden from me.

The lady’s moan fills the office, just as Gerald lifts her body to sit on his desk. In this act, the files on the table fall.

Ignoring the files, he spreads her legs apart with impatience, oblivious of my presence and positions his waist within her legs.

“Oh, babe, take me!” The lady moans within the kiss again like a parrot suffering from a pent-up illness, her arms surrounding Gerald's neck with complete possession.

“Alright, I’ll,” he whispers into her mouth softly, not opening her eyes.

Gerald’s left hand clasps the lady by the waist, cleaving her body to his body, all eyes closed, enjoying the sweetness as if he has no other tomorrow.

His other hand is buried, unseen by me and I know it may be tickling the lady’s boob or under.

Fortunately, I see his hand the next moment, bringing out his rod. His c**k!

It is so big and thick.

Does Gerald really do such things in his office? It doesn’t seem to be his first. The way he had lost himself totally without noticing my presence says it all.

My eyes blink, still in shock, standing by the door like a complete fool watching Gerald's movements to thrust his rod in.

Seething with anger, boils of sweat prickles over my body.

My throat quivers and my heart bleeds, breathing rapidly.

“Gerald!” I call, panting heavily, not ready to take it any longer.

The hand which holds the ring quivers and the ring slips to the ground.

Upon hearing his name, Gerald staggers and immediately pulls away from the lady he is entangled with.

That very moment I see her face clearly.

No! It can’t be! It can’t be her. I still can't believe it. The shock makes me scream her name, “Lillian Backett!”

My heart remains gripped, and it seems I am running mad, losing my mind.

Lillian Backett is Gerald’s assistant at work, and we have met several times both in the office and his house, and she has even booked us several dinners together.

She is someone Gerald talks about most of the time, praising her zeal for work. Is she hardworking, including having each other in his office? It is obvious that Gerald is having an affair with his assistant, and I am greatly hurt to my bones.

My heart is broken and tears beg to fall, but I won’t sob. I am not a scoundrel, not when the two infidels are in the office with me and have not uttered a single word unless trying to dress up like a crook being caught in the act.

I expect Gerald to at least apologize, even when I don’t think I will ever forgive a cheating partner, a person I caught having it irritatingly.

No! I can’t. It will haunt me forever. It is so gross and I don’t even wish to see his stinking rod, the one he almost thrust into his assistant.

My gaze dances dangerously at Linda’s face, a questioning grin slips out of my lips, but Linda stares back at me daringly. No iota of remorse! No apology, not even an attempt to even leave.

I can’t accept standing like a fool with Gerald’s face frozen as if he has seen a ghost and his head falling like a complete i***t. No pleading… No word.

I pick the ring on the ground, stamp my feet, boiling in anger and scampers out without another glimpse.

Outside Gerald’s office, a pent-up sob, the one I refuse to let out, pierces out of the corner of my mouth.

The bouquet becomes a tool to administer my frustration on, and I throw it against the hard wall in anger with pain in my heart.

I trust him, but he has let her down, breaking me completely like a used leftover for almost eight years.

Eight years, we have been in love, or I thought he was. But now, I know better. I was the only one in love and I don’t think he loved me as much as I do.

I have only been in a love relationship and don’t even define what will happen next, he has been just a scamper.

I gave up my all, not even asking for anything in return other than love. Finally… all I get is to be cheated on and lose everything completely.

I will leave New York first thing tomorrow, maybe returning to Paris to be with my family for the vacation. This will save me the shame… the humiliation and save a lot, including my heart, from seeing him for a while.

Until my heart heals, I just can’t face my friends, especially Bella and his.

The pain of being heartbroken has already weighed me up and as shy as I am, I can’t tell them how things went south, away from what we all had planned.

I keep on running and unintentionally bashes into someone and I fall backwards, almost hitting my back against the floor, but two mighty solid hands hold me and are fast enough to stop me from hitting the ground.

Shockingly, I swerve my head to see the person who holds me. Mistakenly, my lips blush into his. His lips smack mine and refuse to leave my lips.

My tearful face blushes and my tears seem to stop suddenly.

The feeling of the hand of the clock losing it effectively creeps into me. The time just stops and the two of us seem to be the one whose eyes and minds are active.

Two hearts seem to mingle as one. We both feel the longing in our eyes passed by the sweetness of our kissing.

His charming grey eyes lock into mine and I feel unspoken words passed into my heart. I haven’t even felt the same with Gerald. Never! Gerald and I had kissed several times, yet the magic was only created by my forcing imagination.

But here, it comes in unpredictable force, pushing me to him like a magnetic force.

His face sends desire and longing not there with Gerald too.

Closing my eyes, I completely lose myself. The air around me seems to sing into my ears a melody that makes my heart grins.

All of a sudden, I hear my name, “Scarlett!” Gerald's trembling voice screams from the distance …