Becoming The Billionaires Wife

Chapter Two

Across town, Darius was up, reading the morning stock market reports and sipping his coffee in his penthouse overlooking the city. Today he was to sign his hotel expansion deal with Amir Industries in Abu Dhabi. After years of building his hotel from the ground up, he was finally confident that his brand, Eden hotel and resorts, was ready to go global with an expected profit margin of approximately three billion per annum. Nothing was to go wrong today. Setting the tea cup down, he stood up and headed to his bedroom's adjoining luxury bathroom, passing last night's expedition sprawled out on his bed. The dark marble tiles gave off a calm aura. Stripping down, he stepped into the shower. Five minutes in, the shower door was pulled open and there stood his guest, naked.

"Room for one more?" she asked, running her eyes over his body. He didn't have time for this, but he did want a clear head for his meeting in the next two hours.

"You do realize that if you step in here we won't be doing any showering?" He said nonchantly. She seemed to have had that idea as she was in the shower and pressing him against the wall before he finished speaking. In one swift motion, he had her pinned against the wall, her back arched towards him needily, as he entered her not caring about her enjoyment, only his release. He pumped into her aggressively, her soft moans only fueling his desire. She seemed to be having the time of her life , her movements restricted as he had her hands bound behind her with one hand and caressing her with the other.

"S'il te plait mon amour." She murmured. "Please," spinning her around his mouth, found hers silencing any further pleas, she wrapped her legs around his waist all while he continued pumping into her,roughly slamming her on to the bathroom wall. Together they found their release panting as he peeled her off. He was no longer in the state of mind to stand her clingyness. He washed off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the black towel off the rack and wrapping it around his body, he headed to his walk-in closet, ignoring the girls' presence all together.

He arrived at Hotel Eden, handing the valet his car keys, he marched into the lobby. His assistant Felicty was beside him handing him the day's schedule. Before his meeting with Amir, he had to meet with the contractor as he was adding a new wing to the hotel and he needed to go over the design.

"Felicity," he began, "make sure everything is ready in the conference room for the presentation. I don't need anything to be out of place or go wrong today. And call the shareholders." with that he headed to the adjoining restaurant. Lunch was just being served and he observed before greeting a few important guests. As he turned to leave, he collided with a server who seemed to be distracted by balancing a tray filled with croque monsieurs, crepes and coffee, not looking where she was going. The tray clattered loudly on the marble tiles and the contents ended up on his beige Brioni suit. Audible gasps were heard, the restaurant going deathly silent. The girl stood frozen, her green eyes wide with fear as she stared at him.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?!" he boomed. "This suit costs more than what you are worth! Do you not have eyes? Can you not complete a simple task that you are paid to do?" he screeched angrily. All the girl did was stand there looking like some lost puppy. He hated that look of helplessness and it only angered him further. "Are you incapable of speech girl? Were you not taught basic social skills? Or are you just stupid?

"I...I... I'm sorry." she mumbled feebly, her eyes downcast, brimming with tears. Bending down, she began gathering the broken silverware. Grabbing her forearm, he pulled her to her feet, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"You being sorry isn't going to miraculously fix the issue, is it?"

"N..no b..but I really.." she stammered.

"What is your name girl."

"Thia."

"Well, Thia, I think its only fair you pay for ruining my suit." Thia stared at him like he grew a second head.

Was this man serious? She said she was sorry. What more did this entitled man want? To embarrass her further?

"I'm sorry mister, whatever your name is," she said,firmly freeing herself from his grip and wiping her eyes, "I said I was sorry , I was not looking where I was going, as you can see. It's very busy. I was in a hurry and it's my first day here. I'm sure you can have it drycleaned and as good as new in a few hours. No need for you to act like some entitled brat." Darius stood looking down at her. "I'll be more than happy to pay for the dry cleaning, but right now I have guests waiting on me, so I'm asking you to move out of the way." With that she gathered up the scattered plates and disappeared into the kitchen leaving Darius staring after her.