Billionaire by Chance

Delay

Viktoria

Adrien is way too dumb for his own good, so much so that I almost feel bad for him. It really doesn't take anything to get him to blurt all the information out of his big mouth.

Right now that he's looking at me with terror filled eyes and his lips pressed together, he thinks he can stop me from realizing what he meant, but that’s not going to happen. His little question: do you sell? Just let me know the last little bit of information I needed.

Adrien has something to do with the business of selling drugs. That's incredibly interesting and makes my eyes start to glaze over. This is so good that I don't even regret that he just ruined my anonymity. It's so good that I think I already have my Death Plan. Maybe it's not perfected, but just as I thought before... Adrien has the potential to be my easiest victim.

And actually, meeting him might not be such a bad thing. At the end of the day, there's no one in his life who can see me other than him. And if he’ll be dead soon, who cares?

So I smile towards him.

"I met John on Tinder and he said that he’d met me at this place. I had no idea it would be so ugly," I say with a face of soft feminine innocence, pretending I didn't even understand his previous words. Adrien lets out a breath of relief when he realizes that, but then frowns as he processes my words.

"What?!! Woman, get out of here!" he exclaims, looking around, "What kind of man would want to met you here for a date? Someone who wants to kill you or kidnap you to sell you on the dark web, that's who. Get out of here right now. Do you have a car?"

The dark web is not as bad as they paint it. That's where I post my business after all and I've met some pretty nice people there.

"I think you're right," I murmur, glancing to the side like I’m considering his words, "Yes, I do have a car. Can you walk with me?"

"Of course, let's go right now," he says, getting up immediately. I hadn't realized just looking at him from afar, how tall he is, or maybe I hadn't been paying much attention. He's much taller than me, and I consider myself a tall woman. I look up at him for a second and then start walking back to my car, "By the way... what's your name? I’m Adrien."

"My name is..." my modus operandi is to give my fake name. I'm in the middle of a job, I can't go around throwing around my real identity. But at this point, what does it matter? He can know my real first name, at least, "Viktoria Smith."

"Wow, Viktoria," he repeats, mimicking my accent and shoving his hands in his pockets. It's like he's nervous. Like... like he's attracted to me, "You're pretty. If you're wasting your time on Tinder, I figure you're single, right?"

I stay silent for a couple of seconds. I think my guesses were correct, and as expected, Adrien wasn't going to leave anything a mystery. I've never met someone who is the literal poster child for open book, until him.

"I am. You too?" I ask and Adrien nods, just as we reach my car. I think for a moment and then consider that this might make my job even easier, "Do you want me to give you a ride home, Adrien? I don't have anything to do."

"Uh... I have to go pick up my car at the Ritz-Carlton. Is it near you?"

"Yeah. I think so. Hop in," I say and Adrien gives me an excited smile before doing so. When he's inside the car and I have to go around him to get in, I allow myself to smile happily for a moment, before getting in as well. He’s so easy to deal with, like a well-behaved puppy.

For the rest of the way, Adrien lets his whole life out to me once again, just like he did with Tamara. Once again, the guy should learn to shut the fück up once in a while, but I react as if I'm surprised with his inheritance and his new job. And I ask a little more, for example about where his mother is. He tells me she died a year ago. I ask if he has siblings or other family. He doesn't. I ask if he has many friends... there he falters and says yes, but I know it's not true.

Adrien gets tired of talking about himself and then begins an interrogation for me. He asks me where I'm from: Russia. He asks me if I live here or am I on vacation, I answer that I am just moving to the city. He asks me about my family too and I have no reason to lie so I tell him the truth.

I grew up in Russia next to my father. The woman who gave birth to me didn't want any contact with my father, so she gave him the option to pay her a few million to legally keep me. He did, because he loved me. And it has been just the two of us ever since. I emit the part where my father bought me, but I tell him everything else.

"So what brings you to the city? Are you some kind of actress? No, wait. You're a model, aren't you?" he asks and I have to laugh.

"No," I answer, still laughing, "I work from home so I just decided LA would be a good place to live."

"And what's your job about?”

"Marketing, it's so boring," I lie rolling my eyes dramatically. Adrien nods and gives me a couple of directions to the Ritz-Carlton.

When we arrive, I pull into the parking lot.

"Here's fine," he says when we're in front of the Lambo and moves to get out.

"That's your car?" I ask and Adrien nods with a big, proud smile.

"Yep. I just bought it. It's great, isn't it? Except maybe I'll need another one that's not so high maintenance," he mumbles and opens the door but turns to me before getting out. He swallows like he's nervous and I think I know what he wants. "Uh... would you... could you... uh..."

"You want my number?" I help him out. Adrien grimaces but nods, so I give it to him. My real number.

"Thanks, Viktoria. I owe you one for the ride." he says before waving at me and closing the door. I watch as he pulls out his keys and only when he gets in the car do I drive to my Airbnb.

That was... interesting.

Adrien is an interesting guy. A little goofy and way too trusting, but he basically saved me from a possible kidnapping. And this is the first time someone is interested in me in such a... cute way? I mean, he didn't treat me like a prostitute, he didn't say nasty comments or tried to 'seduce' me while we were locked in the car.

It was nice.

Once I'm in my Airbnb, I take a long shower to get rid of the ugly smell of that place I followed Adrien to and I head out wrapped in my bathrobe, straight to get something to eat.

I wonder how long it will take Adrien to text me. I arrange my two phones on the table as I go to eat. The first one that rings is 'Tamara's phone', Adrien asks her how she is today. I roll my eyes when I see the message and I'm so annoyed that he decided to talk to Tamara instead of me, that I don't answer. I’m way hotter than Tamara, but whatever, right? He’s been talking to her for longer.

As I'm almost finished eating, my personal phone starts ringing with a call.

It's Derek.

"Hello, Derek."

"Hey, Viktoria." he greets. His voice sounds low and not very cheerful, "Look... I'm calling to tell you that.... well, Adrien figured that we might want to kill him. The whole situation was dumb, but he said it publicly in front of the board. He said that he blamed us for his future death in front of all of them and a fücking lawyer," he complains and my mouth drops open in shock, "So... well, I just want to tell you that it's perfect that you take your time with him, okay? There's no rush at the moment, it would be nice if you could think of a death plan that's as natural as possible. If you need more money later, it’s no problem."

"Oh... okay." I mumble and think about whether I should tell him about the information I found today. About Adrien selling drugs. If I tell him, Derek could destroy his life without having to kill him and maybe even kick him out of his company. But for some reason, I keep the information to myself, "Thanks for letting me know. I'll be sure to perfect the plan, then. I'll see you later."

"Bye, sweetheart."

I stay there thinking for a second, while the rest of my food is getting cold.

Adrien is a lot smarter than I first thought. Or maybe his hard life has made him paranoid and suspicious of everyone.

What are the odds that he just guessed about his brother wanting to kill him? It's impressive, really.

Although a bit annoying for me, having to keep putting off his death now that I have an idea of the plan. By the way, I grab my computer and start typing a document I had empty so far.

I write: Investigate Big John, his boss. Investigate possible drug use. Overdose, good idea.

Tamara's phone beeps again and I pick it up to see the text.

It's a picture that makes me drop my jaw open. Adrien has just sent Tamara a picture of him in the gym at his new house, lying on the floor and apparently exhausted. His cheeks and chest are red with exertion and his entire body wet with sweat.

My body reacts in an annoying way, my heart starts pumping a little harder and my genitals wake up. Oh.

It's... it's weird, but he looks disgustingly sexy in this picture.