The Billionaire's New Slave

Chapter 2; Charles

CHARLES

“She stays with me,”

I decided and they all turned to me,

“With you?”

Another man asked in shock

“That is seventy million dollars we’re talking about here, you don’t expect me to leave that kind of money in your care, do you?”

I asked clearing the air, in case they thought I was interested in her.

“Show her to her room.”

I added, sparing her a glance.

“Which of the rooms, boss?”

The man who asked first man asked again

“The one next to my room,”

I didn’t wait for another question or suggestion from the men, I strode into the mansion. I could hear them whispering and giggling as different thoughts ran through their minds as to why I would keep a lady of that class within range but I paid deaf ears.

***

The door to her room was slightly opened so I pushed it to widenen the space enough for me to go in without knocking. She was sitting at the edge of the bed facing the mirror.

She seemed to be engrossed with something and didn’t even notice she wasn’t alone. Looking at her from where I stood was difficult to see what she was doing.

My mouth open to announce my presence when my eyes fell on the mirror in front of her.

Right before my eyes she was fondling her breasts! The buttons in front of her shirt was undone and the bra she had on did little to cover her b**bs. More so, she had brought the breasts out of the bra. Her fingers ran around her n*****s playing with them.

“What the f**k are you doing?”

Disgust taking over my features as I watched the startled lady got up. She turned to me, her breast bare making no effort to hide her nakedness.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

“I lived with my father all my life, I never had to worry about him looking at me… do you have a problem with that?”

Her voice firm and cold yet soothing rang in my ears as I fixed my eyes on her expressionless face.

“So you are your father’s mistress?”

I pushed further out of curiosity. Never have I met a lady who didn’t mind her father seeing her naked. This one is even bold enough to let a stranger look at her.

“I was shaving my nipples.”

She dodged my question tactfully but even the new topic sounded interesting to me. My eyes narrowed in disbelief as I strained to get a glimpse of her n*****s.

“I was supposed to meet up with my boyfriend later tonight, until you came along. He hates the hair.”

She folded her arms under her breasts, raising them up

“I’ve never heard of any such thing before,”

I relaxed my eyes giving up.

“What do you want?”

“Here’s a list of your duties from now hence forth.”

I held out a piece of paper to her which she took immediately.

“Oh I’ll like to add a rule,”

She raised her eyebrow in anticipation

“No fondling of breasts in my house.”

I added, shoving my hands into my pockets with my head c****d to the side.

She brought down her hand in frustration

“I said I was shaving,”

She confronted gritting her teeth as she marched towards me. Her face swelling with anger and her shoulders raised higher than normal.

“Boss,”

One of my men called interrupting, she was a short lady and was still storming towards me

“We have a situation.”

He chipped knowing I had suspense. She was now in front of me puffed up and ready to explode but she became aware that we were not alone.

“What is it?”

I asked trailing my eyes on her breast which was still exposed, scanning the n****e area to see if there were traces of hair.

“The old man… the old man is dead,”

Instantly my eyes left her b**bs to meet her eyes. Her shoulders slacked and anger disappeared from her face as worry surfaced, she took a step closer.

“Which old man?”

‘No!”

I thought inwardly, he can’t possibly saddle me with the responsibility of taking care of his daughter and die. What was I to do with her?

I have never been concerned about the money or his daughter as I was in him keeping his promise. All I wanted was to teach him integrity. In a flash, I remembered the day he walked into my office to borrow the money. He had been bold unlike many people who literally shiver at my sight.

“How may I be of help to you?”

I remember asking without even looking at him. I felt his directed gaze on me and knew he wasn’t like the others.

“I’ll like to borrow seventy million dollars from your company, sir,”

I was impressed that he did his homework and I didn’t have to lose my cool over some time wasting beggars.

His boldness and optimism made me borrow him the money. I wasn’t altogether moved by his appearance but when he explained that his little company was at the verge of going bankrupt and he explained how he intended on disbursing the money, I knew he was competent… or so I thought.

“My company is falling apart sir,”

He had explained, showing me some documents which I went through to make sure he was telling the truth and had not forged the document.

“The safest thing is for me to pack up and sell the company but then what difference would I have with the man on the street who never started a company?”

“In the long run, folding up will not benefit my daughter, but my rising up to the challenge and saving the company will.”

“When should I expect my money back?”

I had asked him although he had a big chance of recovering and making twice as much as he had borrowed in three months if he stuck to the strategy he told me he’d use.

“In the next five months sir,”

He assured me with confidence and thoughtfulness. Three months would have been fair but five months gave room for unforeseen circumstances which might occur. I felt he could be trusted with such wisdom and fund.

How wrong have I been. Exerting violence could have brought out the money from the old man, but it wasn’t so much about the money as it was the trust he had broken. If I wasn’t who I was, I would have let it slide but I’m not one to let disloyalty and lies slide easily especially after granting grace of two months.

His transparency however was something I couldn’t overlook. We didn’t have to look for him, he couldn’t pay up the debt but he didn’t run away or try to go into hiding.

I looked at the lady who had turned pale before me, she was all that the old man had left me with. She was now a slave, forever…