MEETING THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE
1105 Words
I cleaned the wine bottles, carefully placing them in the ice bar. It has been one week since I came to the star, the past week has been majorly uneventful except for mom calling me all day. I even had to switch off my phone because of her. Another major one was the arrival of Reagan Scott, the handsome but brooding and ruthless billionaire, whom Claire, my friend, warned me to avoid at all cost before leaving this morning. Though she didn't tell me why, I simply obeyed, especially as I remembered the number one rule I was told to keep.
Don't fall in love!
Well, I didn't come here to fall in love, nor do I plan to fool around with any over pompous billionaire that's full of himself.
"Don't fall in love. Stay far away from men. They may be hot and handsome, but they are dangerous. Run as far away as possible. If you ever have an affair, just know it will only be s*x. They have powerful women in their lives, jealous women who might have you killed for f*****g their men. Worse, some come from problematic families, while others engage in shady deals. They are not our level, so we must keep out of the danger zone." She had said, holding my hand and looking into my eyes.
Well, I have no problem remembering that.
I have never fallen in love in the past, I won't start now. I'm above that. I'm someone that's focused on the great and bright future, not some silly romantic affair.
I'm here to make loads of money for school and leave to make a name for myself in the corporate world.
I sat down eating cakes at the counter. I was not among the cleaners, cooks or waiters in the restaurants. I work at the reception desk of the main hotel building. So, I'm free most of the time. There are rarely people here. I washed the cake down with a can of fruit juice which was given to me by my direct superior. They give out juices and sodas to us, to avoid workers being tempted to steal expensive drinks from the organization.
They sure were considerate. I heard the elevator door close to my desk chime and turned around. An expensive leather shoe came out from it, making me look up at the man.
He looked like a god and was so damn handsome. His black hair was styled back, and his face made him look like a male model. His expensive designer suit hugged his slender frame perfectly, outlining his six pack abs and muscled chest. He had muscles but not enough to make him look bulky. The man looked just like a male model— he must hit the gym a lot to look like that. He was also very tall.
The man walked towards me with a scowl on his face. He had emerald eyes and I found myself wondering what he would look like if he smiled.
"I'm talking to you!" He roared, bringing me out of my daydream.
"You must be very stupid, you dumb ass little girl. How dare you ogle me like that? You were not even paying attention to my words. Is that what I pay you for? As young as you are, you're already enamored with handsome men, you slut. Ew!" He shouted, disgust written all over his face.
He looked genuinely insulted that a mere waiter looked at him. The other workers were looking at me and pointing at us, filling me with shame. My face immediately reddened and I felt like crying. Did he have to shout like that and create a scene? He literally turned me into a laughingstock with just a few loud sentences. What they said must be true. Rich men are arrogant, insensitive assholes. This one looks so young, so he must have been born with a golden spoon. Just another leech bullying others while hiding behind his family's wealth.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, trying my best to keep the tears at bay.
"Look up!" He ordered, making me look at his face.
However, it was not his handsome face I saw. I saw an insensitive asshole that embarrassed me before the manager and other colleagues. Now they will think I'm a gold digger trying to latch on to a rich man while I did nothing of the sort. I don't know what came over me.
"You're here to work, nothing else. Remember that! Who would have thought that there's a lustful, greedy heart behind your innocent face? As I was saying while you were busy stripping me with your eyes, I want you to go to the italian restaurant and order them to bring me food. Here's the list of what I want." He snapped, shoving a folded piece of paper towards me.
"I will be waiting in the blue lounge over there. Run along before you start checking the size of my co*k." He said coldly, making the entire workers roar with laughter.
I shook with embarrassment, praying that the ground open up and swallow me. I grabbed the paper, and quickly turned, running towards the exit which led to the Italian restaurant, barely holding back the tears in my eyes.
It was after I entered a buggy to drive there that I let the tears fall freely down my face. Tears of humiliation cascaded down my cheeks and I cried loudly as I drove to the restaurant. I have never been so humiliated and ashamed in my entire life.
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I took the package that the manager asked me to deliver to the penthouse at the highest level of the hotel and made my way to the elevator. I activated the penthouse using the card I was given.
After the incident yesterday, my superior sent me to my apartment, only for me to resume tonight. He had given me a day off in his bid to console me. It was already seven in the night, and I will be off work in a few hours. I kept avoiding my colleagues after the incident triggered by that animal yesterday— I was too ashamed to meet anybody.
When I unlocked the suite with the card and walked in, there was total darkness, and I reached for the wall, searching for the light switch. My hand touched something strange as I moved down, confusing me.
Before I could process the situation, a hand grabbed my neck tightly, strangling me.
What the hell? What did I walk into? An assassination? But I'm not one of the billionaires!
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