The Billionaire's Revenge

Chapter 2

Cesare

“We’ve made plans with the PR team sir, they are already working to bring the situation under control, they’ve reached out to the complainant and..”

I really should look into hiring more competent staff. Dio.

I rubbed at my temples slowly, watching the frightened expression on the face of the marketing director before me.

“A situation like this shouldn’t be left to just the PR department, reach out to the sales and customer service team. Immediately!”

“Yes sir!”

I watched as he scuttled to the door, his eagerness to escape my fury obvious.

It seemed like the word professional now meant something else, If the way I’ve had to resolve multiple crises this week was anything to go by despite having these so-called professionals.

Restless, I rose from my desk and strolled to the high glazed walls of my office, looking down at the panoramic view of New York. For some weird reason, I found myself doing this more often this week, watching with rapt attention as people scurried across the road. Their steps were brisk and rigid, faces filled with tension and stress. I couldn’t care less of course, but still I watched, taking in the details below me.

On the sidewalk, a young lad dressed in black sweats was crouching, his head bowed. The scene took me back to a time I tried so hard to leave in the past. A time where I survived on barely 30 bucks in a week, eating greasy meals at the local burger joint, and pulling all-nighters at the leather factory.

I groaned, repulsed by the memories that flooded my mind.

I’d come a long way since then and I’d be damned if I showed any form of compassion towards the world and the people in it. The boy in black included.

I didn’t do emotions. No. The only things that mattered in my world were news of successful transactions and watching my empire rise to the top.

The landline on my desk shrilled loudly, jolting me back from my thoughts. Turning away from the miserable scene below me, I strolled towards the huge oak table in the center of my office, plopping down on the soft leather chair in front of it.

“Yes, Alice”

Alice was my personal assistant. At 65, Alice was more efficient at her job than any of the other bird brains I’d employed in the past. Pretty blondes with endless legs and nothing else. They were good for one thing though, so I had my fun with them and tossed them out.

I never mixed business with pleasure. Never.

“The 2:30 appointment is here sir. Leah Edwards of Edwards Winery.”

Ah yes

“Should I send her in?”

“Send her in”

I replaced the receiver and let my mind roam. Leah.

That name conjured memories of steamy nights, tangled limbs, and soft erotic moans…. And of betrayal. A few days of superb ecstasy. That is, until she discarded me like I was stale bread and rendered me homeless. My jaw twitched in simmering rage at the memory.

Well, wouldn’t this be fun?

A tap at the door interrupted my thoughts, she was here. I stretched out my legs and reclined in my seat, my focus on the door.

“Come in”

She strolled in, her head slightly bowed, presenting an appearance of innocence. I knew better than anyone that she was no angel.

I let my gaze run slowly over her and my breath hitched, my c**k pulsing for the first time in weeks. The woman was s*x in heels. She had legs that curved softly and led to the most beautiful hips I'd ever seen. I could still remember the feel of those baby soft legs on my shoulders, how they tensed up when she was in the throes of climax.

I groaned silently, my c**k turning to f*****g rock at the memory.

My eyes slid up, focusing on her large boobs. Those heavy melons had been the star of every one of my wet dreams in high school. I’d fantasized so hard over those boobs, f*****g those creamy slopes in my head and wanking every blessed night till I drained my c**k of all its fluid.

Yes. It was that bad.

They were hidden behind an oversized turquoise blazer jacket now and yet they jiggled sensually, teasing me.

What made Leah so sexy was the sharp contrast between her body and her face. Her body was that of a siren, a body made to taunt and lure men to erotic havoc. Yet her face was like a cherubim’s.

Her eyes were the darkest shade of emerald, her nose sported the cutest scattering of freckles, and her lips were soft peachy petals that curved sensually anytime she smiled. Her fiery mane of red hair was held in a tight bun, making her copper brows appear more arched. She looked breathtaking.

The way her chest rose and fell rapidly told me she was in shock. She was making choking noises, her eyes bulging animatedly. I chuckled softly, enjoying the spectacle in front of me. Letting my eyes sweep over her lazily once more, my lips curled in a mocking smirk.

It wasn’t every day one got to meet their karma now, was it?

Her traitorous lips rounded in a soft gasp. “Cesare???”

“Why hello, Miss Edwards. Come in.”

Oh yes, this would be so much fun.