Titan CEO Revenge

As Vincent Titan scanned the bustling room, he struggled to stifle a yawn. He detested events where people overindulged, laughed obnoxiously, and attempted to outdo one another. Vincent was acutely aware of his desirability to women. A Seattle-based magazine had even featured him as the city's most eligible bachelor, dubbing him number one on the list. Furious with the publication, he had tried to have his name removed, but his lawyer had cited the freedom of speech clause. Since the article's release, he had become even more of a target for superficial women. According to the magazine, Vincent's net worth matched that of Bill Gates, and he was described as tall, dark, and handsome. Standing at over six feet tall, he possessed broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his body. Although he loathed gyms, he maintained his fitness by running every morning and sometimes in the evenings, discovering its effectiveness in relieving stress from a young age. He knew the second best way to relieve stress was to take a woman to bed. The minute he was done with her, he walked away, though. There were many women who tried to get him to stay but no one held his interest longer than it took him to button up his pants. After his heart had been shattered by Emma, he wasn’t interested in any other woman. He figured once he got his revenge, he’d think about settling down. A woman breezed by him wearing entirely too much perfume and he snapped back to reality. He sighed as he grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter. These parties were all about who had the most to offer. The women were on the prowl and the men were fishing. He wasn’t interested. If he wanted a woman, he could have one at any time. He wasn’t interested in superficial, wanna-be socialites. He watched as a couple of ladies passed by, dripping in diamonds and low cut gowns. They were trying to catch his eye and normally he’d make their day by flirting a little, giving them the impression they stood a chance but today wasn’t that day. He had a raging headache and he was pissed he’d been summoned. “There you are, boy. What are you doing hiding in the corner?” Daniel Titan, his father, walked up and questioned him. “I’m wondering why I’m here when I’d rather be home with a scotch and my feet up,” Vincent replied. “You’re here because you received a request from your father. I have some things to discuss with you later,” Daniel said in his no nonsense voice. “And it couldn’t wait until later?” Vincent questioned. “Oh live it up a little. You’re always so busy adding a few more million to your bank account you don’t stop to smell the roses,” his father admonished him. “I live it up plenty, hell I was in Milan last week.” “You were in Milan on business, that doesn’t count,” his dad told him, a bit exasperated. “For me, the ideal time is mixing business with pleasure,” Vincent told his father, with a waggle of his brows. Both men relaxed. “Seriously, Dad I do have a headache. What’s so important it couldn’t wait until morning?” Vincent asked. Once Vincent had made his first million he’d moved his father to the city and Daniel was the Chief Financial Officer of his huge corporation. His father was brilliant and had helped the company grow further. His dad may have had several hard times while Vincent was growing up but he was essential to Vincent’s company now. “Henry Martin’s here tonight and he’s talking to some people, trying to get investors,” Daniel answered him. Vincent was on instant alert. He searched the room, spotting his enemy. He was the one who’d made him the cut throat business man he’d turned into. “It’s far too late for him. By tomorrow morning his company will be mine, no matter what he tries tonight,” Vincent said with a sneer. As Vincent watched Henry, a beautiful woman approached him, stepping up on her tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. Henry didn’t even bother to turn and acknowledge her, which she didn’t seem to notice. The man noticed nothing around him if it didn’t have dollar signs on it, not even his stunning daughter. Vincent’s eyes narrowed to slits. He hadn’t seen Emma for ten years and those years had been very good to her. Her dress was skin tight on top, dipping low in both the front and back. Her curves were even more pronounced now that her body had matured. She had dark hair, which was swept up in a classic bun, with tendrils floating around her delicate face. Her dark brown eyes had once mesmerized him. They had a hypnotic quality, with their deceiving innocence shining through and the thick, dark lashes surrounding them. He was angry at the tightening in his gut at just the sight of her. She’d nearly destroyed him and yet he still wanted her. His full revenge included her though, so he’d have her in his bed again and then she’d be begging him not to leave. “I’m leaving now. He won’t make any progress tonight and tomorrow’s a busy day for me. I appreciate you calling, though,” Vincent said. He then turned away and walked out of the room, without once looking behind him. Emma spotted Vincent across the room and her insides went up in flames. She narrowed her eyes in anger at the man as he walked around like he owned the place. She knew the kinder, gentler side of him but that boy was long gone. He may have never really existed beyond her imagination. He wasn’t the boy who had taken her virginity and promised her forever. She thought back to that summer so many years ago. She’d waited at the abandoned church all day hoping something had happened to make him run late. When the sun had faded from the sky she’d finally had to admit he wasn’t coming. It had all been lies. She watched him now, as he turned and walked from the room. He was by far the sexiest man in the room, with his custom tuxedo and piercing blue eyes. He had a delectable body, even though he sat in an office all day. Her heart fluttered, remembering those long summer nights of running her hands and tongue down those hard muscles. She had no idea her world was about to flip upside down. She was soon to learn the man she thought of as her hero, her father, wasn’t who she really thought he was. This would truly be her last night of innocence. When morning came, nothing would ever be the same again. As Vincent disappeared around the corner, she couldn’t help but think back to the summer ten years before. It had been a time when she’d really believed in fairytales and magic. She’d grown up very wealthy in the small town outside of Seattle Washington. Her father owned a multi-million dollar company and she’d always had more than most people could ever hope to. He’d chosen their home in the small town, she’d thought so she could live in a nicer area. She’d later learn he’d really chosen to live there so he could be the big man on campus. He liked lording his wealth over all those around him but she didn’t know any of that then. She’d been young and naïve. She’d learn in the next few months how much her father had kept from her. Her mother died during childbirth so she’d never known her. Her father never remarried, though he dated a lot of women. None of them really acknowledged her presence so she didn’t get attached to any of them. Sometimes, she thought it would be nice to have a woman help her pick out a dress or teach her how to do her hair. The staff was great and always spoiled her a bit, which irritated her father. She’d seen Vincent in school from the time she was young but she really got to know him the summer before her senior year in high school. He’d been from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks. His family was dirt poor but he was always determined to make a success out of his own life and turn things around. He ended up helping her with her math and soon they were inseparable. She’d loved his hunger and motivation and the way he never talked down about anyone. She thought he was every one of her fairytales come to life. She found she was spending every waking moment with him. When her father found out she was dating a boy from the poor side of town he’d been furious and demanded her to end the relationship. It was the first time in her life her father told her she couldn’t have something she wanted. It also was the first time she’d defied him. She’d been stubborn, putting her foot down and continued to see Vincent behind her father’s back. She loved that he seemed to like her for her and not her money. He wouldn’t let her spend money on him, ever. He worked hard for a construction company, which would frustrate her at times, because she wanted him to be with her and not at a job. He’d just laugh but always made it up to her on the weekend. That last weekend they’d been together they snuck off and went camping in the woods. She’d made love to him for the first time. It was the most magical experience she’d ever had. He proposed marriage to her that night and she said yes. They were going to meet at the old abandoned church on the outside of town on Sunday and run away together. He’d been saving all his money and was heading to the city to make something of himself.