The billionaire's murderous lover

Portia Even under the dim lights and several bodies, I spotted him easily. He was incredibly sexy with his midnight hair and blue distilled eyes. He was wearing Ralph Lauren and held a glass that held the most expensive wine in the bar. I smiled and walked towards him with purpose but instead of facing him, I faced the bartender. I could feel him staring at my ass, completely taken off guard that a woman had come face to face with his handsome face and sexy pout and had paid him no attention. “Tequila,” I told the bartender, “just line up the shots for me, okay?” The bartender nodded and filled six shot glasses with my order. I gulped them all in quick succession. He was looking at me still, burning holes into my back but I ignored him. I was about to take my twelfth shot when I felt his hand—icy-cold hands grip mine. I turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. Who the f**k was he to stop me from drinking? “What's your deal, mister?” I asked rather rudely. He smiled. And for a fraction of a second, I forgot all about my revenge. I forgot all about destroying him after I was done with his father. I forgot everything and just wanted to be at the center of this man’s world. “I'm Vincent Hearst,” he said, like his name should be enough to stop me or to control me. But I looked at him like I did not give a f**k. “So?” He was visibly taken aback. It was one thing not to recognise Vincent Hearst, sole heir to the Briggs corporation but it was quite another not to react to that name. I knew the name alone had given him access to countless women. His name opened doors quite literally but that name had destroyed my family. “I'm just… You should go easy on the uhm, go easy on the drinks,” he was stuttering, and that brought a warm smile to my face. “I can hold up my liquor just fine,” I replied in the snarkiest tone I could manage, “but you should definitely go easy on the drinks. You wouldn't want some wide-eyed bimbo taking advantage of you when you're drunk.” I slipped my hand out of his cold grip and downed my twelfth shot. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw his lips curve into a smile. “I don't see that happening,” he said in a low voice meant for only me to hear him. I turned to face him, closed the space between us, pulled him closer by his shirt, and kissed him. He was definitely shocked but he kissed me back. When I let go of him, I whispered in his ear, “Get any more inebriated than you already are and you'll end up in my bed naked in the morning.” He drank two glasses of wine immediately and turned to me, “I am very drunk, miss. Will you take advantage of me now?” I took his hand and led him outside where I had parked my Chevy. “Want to do something even crazier?” I teased him. “Of course!” his eyes sparkled with excitement. “I'll f**k you right here in my car in this parking lot.” He looked around, then looked at me like I was insane. “We can be fined for that sort of thing.” “If a cop should see us we’ll tell them we're too drunk to drive so we decided to hop on ourselves.” Vincent looked at the car and then back at me. “Sounds like a pretty good explanation to me.” I allowed a smile to play on my lips. I would f**k Vincent Hearst tonight and then tomorrow I will begin to f**k his family. Vincent I woke up to a painful headache and an empty bed. Last night had been wonderful. I tried not to make a habit of having one-night stands but the woman I had run into yesterday had been unbelievably sexy and downright irresistible. We had car s*x, something I had not done before despite my adventurous nature. My phone buzzed loudly and I hissed as I answered the call. “You're having dinner at my place tonight,” my father's voice filled me with annoyance. “I have plans,” was my response. I did not have plans but I was not going to admit that to my father. “Cancel them and make sure you look nice,” he said before ending the call. **** “Son,” my father, Briggs Hearst was smiling from ear to ear, “I want you to meet my fiancé, Tiffany.” My jaw dropped to the ground. I knew Tiffany. We'd had ravenous s*x only the night before. She flashed me a bright smile as though she could not remember the night before. She extended her hand towards me and said, “Briggs brags about you all the time. I hope we get along well.” I was too stunned to speak. How did she go from f*****g me to becoming my father's fiancée? “Vincent?” my father was looking at me, expecting me to take the hand of his fourth or was it fifth wife to be? He had married so many times that I had stopped counting. I tried to smile but failed. I extended my hand to him and said, “It's a pleasure meeting you.” It was not a pleasure meeting her again this way. I looked between my father and his newest trophy. Was I supposed to warn him that Tiffany was just another gold-digger? But he knew that already, he always did when he married beautiful young women like her. My father's phone rang and he excused himself. Once we were alone, I could not help but ask her. “Did you know?” But she only looked at me with ignorance in her eyes. If she was trying to pretend like nothing had ever happened between us then she was a great actress. “Know what?” she asked me. “When you f****d me last night, did you know?”