Billionaire sugar daddy

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Mr. Morgan.”

“Sir?” Alex called while tapping his sleeping boss. The middle-aged secretary stepped back, staring as his boss opened his eyes slowly. Alex straightened his back and his dark blue tie, which matched his dark suit.

“How can I help you?” Chris grunted out. The day had not been a good one for him. Well, which day was ever good for Mr. Chris Morgan? Yes, he was the richest businessman in the entire city at just thirty five years of age. He had inherited the company from his father on the verge of bankruptcy at the age of twenty-five, and since then, he had worked hard to make the company what it was today.

Alex had been his secretary since he took the title of CEO, and the man had done a wonderful job at it. He was like the right-hand man of the young Morgan.

“You are getting late for the court, sir. Today is the last day of the custody battle,” Alex said while pointing at his wristwatch, reminding Chris about one of the worst moments of his life.

He had met Cecilia when they were in high school. He was the school's popular jock, and she was part of the cheerleaders. They dated throughout high school, and he had asked her to move in with him during their college days, which she refused.

Cecilia, to him, was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on until he learned of her vain and selfish attitude. Under those beautiful hazel eyes and the glint that formed around them whenever she smiled was a sinister and cruel attitude. Those wonderful lips, always colored red, were full of sarcastic words and foul language that were always laced with venom.

He thought she had changed after they got married, but he realized that the red flags had always been there. He thought he was in a f*****g carnival. He loved her so much that he was blind to all her antics. Heck, he thought her withdrawal syndrome was just an anxiety problem.

He married her nonetheless, and the marriage was nothing to write home about. They were always fighting, and it got worse when he took over the company. She would throw a raging fit anytime he had meetings with important clients and get bitter if he wouldn't drop his credit card for her to buy one ridiculously expensive bag. What a vain airhead!

He endured the marriage long enough, and when he finally grew enough balls to ask for a divorce, she got pregnant by him. It made him happy, and she promised she would change for the baby's sake. No more unnecessary arguments, no more ungodly hours of drinking wine, and no more swearing too loudly for the neighbors to have a full idea of what was going on by the time morning came. All he got were bombastic side-eyes from their neighbors.

She said and promised, but things got worse after weaning the baby. Her alcoholism was so bad that Chris was afraid of leaving Liya alone with the bird-brained vanity mistress he called his wife, but at least she would soon become an ex now. If I've had enough were a person, it would be Chris Morgan at the moment.

He stretched out his muscles and cracked his fingertips as he rose from his chair. He nearly stubbed his toes against his office table, which brought a wince from him. He tried to look for his car keys, but—

“Here, sir.” Alex handed them to him. Chris smiled gratefully at the old man, his eyes dark and circled. He needed the nap Alex had woken him up from, but this court hearing was really important. He quickly headed out of the building, getting into his car.

4 hours later

“Congratulations, man. Welcome to the single life again.” Liam Evans, one of Chris's best friends, hugged Chris tightly immediately after he stepped out of the courtroom.

“Being single again at 35 is nothing to be proud of, Liam.” Chris sounded serious, but there were traces of happiness and peace in his expression. Not only was he finally free, but he had also gotten custody of his child.

His life was going to be very peaceful now. It was just him and little Liya, and heaven knew he would go against the world to protect his daughter. She was the only female, aside from his mother, he would burn down the world for. Cecilia used to be one of them, but now she could go f**k herself. He smiled, remembering their last conversation after the hearing.

Flashback

“You can't take my angel from me!” The b***h had screeched like a mountain banshee.

“I am her mother! I deserve to be included in my daughter's life!” She continued throwing tantrums like a toddler. Chris wouldn't be surprised if it were confirmed that six-year-old Liya had more brain cells than her shell of a mother.

“Oh, now Liya is your angel? I could remember you calling her a little spawn of the devil that gave you horrible stretch marks countless times during your rage fits!” Chris had to grit his teeth together to avoid lashing out at the woman in front of him.

“I am her mother, and mothers raise their daughters,” she said.

“Why would I do that to Liya? Imagine being saddled with a poor excuse of a mother like you?” he spat back.

“You can't take my daughter away from me!” she screamed.

“Mrs. Morgan! I'll have to throw you out of the building if you don't keep quiet. Your case is over. You can either be quiet or leave!” a middle-aged woman called out from the courtroom.

“I hope you get the help you need, Cecilia. Bye.” Chris walked out on her, looking stress-free and happy for the first time.

Present

“So, where is Liya?” Liam asked, trying to wear his seat belt.

“She is with my mother. She had a whole princess-themed tea party for her so she could get along with other kids there,” Chris replied, smiling at the mention of his daughter.

“I know you might probably be like, ‘I have work tomorrow,’ but there's this club that just opened 30 minutes from here...” Liam started, but Chris cut him off with a very resounding no.

“But we have to celebrate your single life!” Liam exclaimed.

“Not on a workday!” Chris deadpanned.

“Come on, Christian. Even if you don't drink, you need to get some action, you know,” Liam continued.

“No!”

“I'm just worried about you. You look sexually frustrated! Who knows when Ceci last gave you some action?” Liam smirked, knowing he had hit a point with those words. Chris groaned and reluctantly agreed with his low-wit friend.

They turned the car around and headed straight to his penthouse. It was late already by the time his cook fixed them some food and he took a shower to relax his body. He wore more casual attire: a round-neck shirt that stretched across his bulging muscles. Even at 35, with marital issues, he had managed to work out and look good for his age. He paired the top with a pair of jean trousers and a pair of really expensive Nike shoes.

He met with Liam outside and zoomed off to the club. The bouncers didn't even bother to check their IDs. Which bouncers wouldn't know the faces of two of the richest men in the country? Heading to the VIP section, he noticed a lady in the corner of his eye, standing awkwardly in a corner, not dancing, not drinking, just there like a first-timer.

Maybe she was a first-timer, but there was something oddly intriguing about her that he couldn't even place his hands on. Hell! He swore under his breath. Who in the world started sampling women immediately after his divorce?

He caught up with Liam, with the thought of that real lady at the back of his mind. If Liam noticed anything happening, the man didn't comment on it. He was just too happy to get his divorced friend drunk for the night.

Two girls in their early twenties were already waiting at the VIP section. One was a blonde with an unimaginably slim body like that of a model. She wore a skimpy, stretchy gown that barely covered her ass, with a pair of six-inch-high heels. She introduced herself as Claire.

The other girl was a brunette with a very curvy body, probably done under the knife, because an ass as wide as that couldn't really be natural on such a small body. Her surgeon had done a bad job because it didn't look natural at all. She wore a crop top and a short skirt that looked three sizes too small for her. She introduced herself as Debbie.

Champagne was wheeled in by a man in his late twenties, and the girls started pouring the drinks. Chris excused himself outside to pick up a call that he claimed was very important, just 20 minutes into the party.

It was a bitchy client who managed to turn his happy moments sour. He concluded in his mind that he would just enjoy the night and deal with the client later. He turned around only to bump into someone. He muttered some colorful words under his breath.

Oh, it was the lady he had seen earlier, his sample. She looked scared, horrified even.

“Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I, eh, hmmm... Sorry,” she scampered away from him, putting some distance between them. Wait, was that a blush? Wow, this lady continued to spark his interest in ways the reasonable part of his mind wouldn't be able to agree with.

“Hmmm, it's fine. You don't have to act like you saw a ghost,” he grunted out, but to him, it just made him sound like a douchebag, judging from the lady's expression.

“It's fine, really.” Only when he assured her did she manage to calm down a little. But after that, everything was awkward. He didn't know what to tell her or what to say in general.

“Would you like to join my friends and me?” Oh no, Chris! You didn't just invite an actual stranger you met three minutes ago to join your circle? His brain whispered.