The Billionaire’s Ex

Jason knew his father was going to die, but what he didn’t know was the explanation as to why he didn’t feel anything. He should be worried, sad, and in pain. But he felt nothing. He wanted to feel something, considering he was staring at his father’s pale figure, but that was not the case. His light brown eyes trailed down his father’s grey hair to his shut eyelids and to his mouth and nose, which were covered by an oxygen mask. The old man’s chest rose and fell rhythmically, and Jason couldn’t help but wonder how he would feel if he just stopped. "You are his first son; it is your responsibility to oversee his companies while he is ill." Jason’s younger brother, Gerald, spoke with a sly smile playing on his lips. Jason knew what Gerald was doing when he said that; he knew Jason hated doing anything that would interfere with his busy schedule. But Jason would be damned if he let Gerald handle anything that had to do with the family business. Gerald was the tyrant of the family after all. Jason clenched his fist and jaw. His light brown eyes hardened before he focused them on his younger brother. He flipped Gerald off before diving into his pocket to retrieve his phone. Jason turned on his heel and made his way out of the room as he dialed his secretary’s number. "Cancel my meeting with Mr. Brenard and add my father’s company in Los Angeles to one of the places I need to visit tomorrow," he informed her. "Okay, sir. Anything else?" She asked, and Jason could hear the suggestiveness in her tone. The left corner of his lips lifted into a devious smirk, and the image of her lying completely naked popped up in his head. "I need you tonight," was all he said, and he heard her giggle from the other side. "Okay, sir. What do you want me to wear?" "Is that a trick question?" He asked with a raise of his brow as he left his father’s home and hopped into his black 2019 Ferrari. Jason thought that tonight was going to be fun, if only he knew what awaited him the next day. ●●●●●●● Cassandra looked at the magnificent glass skyscraper with awe. The morning sun kissed her soft, tanned skin, and she had the urge to adjust the collar of her white shirt. She cast her sapphire eyes downward and stared at her black skirt with uncertainty. It hugged her broad hips and stopped at her mid-thigh. She wondered if it was too short for her first day at her new job. She pulled her sleeve back to check the time on her silver watch. She was ten minutes early. A relieved breath left her lips, and she was happy that things were actually going well, but she knew it was too early to say so. She hadn’t even stepped foot in the building. Her dark heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way towards the twenty-story building. The glass doors opened automatically, and her body was engulfed by a wonderful scent and conditioned air. Cassandra pushed a loose brown strand that had fallen in front of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes fell on the receptionist situated at the corner of the fairly large white room. She made her way towards the frowning woman with glasses and smiled. "Good morning. Evelyn, right?" Cassandra asked, trying to be social, but the blonde woman’s scowl only deepened. "Yes, what do you want?" She asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance. Cassandra straightened her back before clearing her throat: "Today is my first day as an attorney. The email I received said I would need to meet Mr. Owen before I started." Evelyn returned her gaze to the computer sitting on top of her desk and said, "Mr Owen isn’t around today; you will be meeting with his son, Jason." She typed a few more things on her computer before picking up a telephone and pressing it against her ear. Evelyn’s blue eyes met Cassandra’s sapphire ones, and they narrowed venomously. They trailed down her body with distaste, and Cassandra was really regretting her choice of clothes on this day. Cassandra’s eyebrows knitted with confusion and a hint of fear. Why was she so bitter? "She’s here," was all she said on the telephone. Her eyes did not leave Cassandra’s as she listened to whoever it was on the other side. Eventually, she dropped the device, and her eyes returned to the large screen before her. "Mr. Jason will see you now. His office is on the twenty-first floor; it’s the large door in the middle of the hall." "Thank you," Cassandra said before making her way towards the elevator. She pressed the button and waited for it to open; her back tingled, and she could feel something similar to lasers drilling into her back. That was when she turned. Evelyn was staring right at her, and it was a lot different than how she looked at her before. A tight smile stretched around her face, and she said, "Break a leg, Cassandra." Cassandra's lips pulled downward as the elevator doors parted. She gave Evelyn no response as she stepped in and pressed the button for the twentieth floor. Cassandra’s eyes didn’t leave Evelyn’s as the doors shut, but something told Cassandra that Evelyn actually meant what she had said. She shook her head vigorously, not wanting to ponder much on it. Her hands flew to the hem of her skirt, and she wondered what type of impression she would give Mr. Owen’s son by wearing such a revealing outfit. She just had to spill coffee on the skirt she planned on wearing today, didn’t she? A ding filled her ears, and the silver doors parted. She sucked in a calming breath before walking out of the elevator and toward Mr. Owen’s office. Cassandra could not help but notice how lonely this floor was; the ceiling was at least ten feet high, and the left wall was made out of glass. It gave a perfect view of the city, but she was glad she had gotten over her fear of heights; otherwise, this place wouldn’t be as beautiful as she thought it was now. She knocked on the door at the end of the hall and waited for a response. There was none. Her fist met the hard surface and she knocked again, but there was still no response. Cassandra did not know whether to go in or turn back. But something was telling her to do the former rather than the latter. It was like a voice was telling her to go in, and without a second thought, she did. Cassandra poked her head through the opening first before walking in fully. Her jaw dropped at the sight displayed in front of her. Her action was not due to the lavishness of the office but to the naked man and woman perched atop the large desk at the center of the room. The lady lay on her back with her legs spread apart and her eyelids shut. Her mouth was wide open, and breathless moans left them. But Cassandra’s eyes were drawn to the man. He was magnificent. He was a god. Sweat highlighted his sculpted upper body, making him appear ten times more attractive. His dirty blond hair clung to his head like glue; a few strands occasionally bounced up and down as he thrust in and out of the moaning woman. Cassandra knew she should move, but she was frozen in place. Her eyes were drawn to the man’s toned chest and six-pack abs. Her eyes trickled down his torso and to his defined v-line. Cassandra could feel heat rise in her cheeks when they fell on the spot where he and the unknown woman were joined. She quickly tore her eyes from the spot and dragged her eyes back up his torso, stopping at his eyes. The eyes that were focused on her Cassandra had never moved her feet so fast; everything just appeared to happen all in one second. One moment, her heart was pounding with embarrassment after being caught watching a restricted live pornographic show, and the next, she was slamming the door to his office and leaning against the door with her hand placed over her rising chest. She pinched her eyes shut as she tried to calm herself down. Her hand met her forehead sharply and began to hit it repeatedly. "Stupid. Stupid, stupid! What were you thinking? Why did you even go in when you weren’t invited inside?" As the last word left her mouth, the door opened, and Cassandra was scurrying to her feet. She straightened her back as her eyes met the angry eyes of the woman she had seen naked barely two minutes earlier. She was fully clothed now, sporting a tight red dress that matched her hair, heels, and lips. Her dark eyes trailed up and down Cassandra’s body before she released a huff and began to march towards the elevator. Cassandra’s sapphire orbs slid towards the door, and she realized that the lady had left it partially open. "Come in." Stunned. That was what Cassandra felt as her ears were graced with the deepest voice she had ever heard. It left a soothing yet chilling feeling as it slipped into her ears and went straight to her chest. It was so deep and scary, but also calm. "I said come in." Cassandra stumbled a bit from surprise before regaining her composure. She stepped into the room and was surprised to find the man fully clothed. He wore an all-black suit, and his blonde hair was the only proof she had that what she had seen was real. Cassandra did not know when she was tilting her head to the side; she wondered how it was possible for the two of them to get dressed so fast. "Have a seat," he said, adjusting the neck of his shirt. The first three buttons were undone, giving a magnificent view of his gloriously tanned chest. The tall man settled on the leather seat situated behind his desk, and his brown eyes met Cassandra’s sapphire ones. Slowly, he raised his thick, dark eyebrows as a silent question as to why she was still standing. Cassandra blinked away her surprise before quickly taking a seat directly in front of him. She grimaced at the sight of the table before her; images of what had taken place on this very desk minutes ago replayed in her mind, and she had the urge to get out of this office as soon as possible. "So, Cassandra Hills, am I right?" He asked while picking up a file she could easily identify as hers. She nodded her head and waited for him to continue. "It says here that my father has met with you already, so I do not need to do much questioning. I have your contact details and would..." The rest of his words faded away as her eyes stood trained on his lips. She could not tear her eyes away from them; they were so pink and inviting. A loud cough snapped her out of her trance, and she met his eyes once again. There was a flicker of amusement between them as they watched Cassandra, who had been easily caught staring at him. "Did you get everything I said?" "Yes, I did." She said that, and they both knew that was a lie. Jason’s lips lifted slowly, and she did not fail to notice the dimples that popped out of his cheeks as he did. Her sapphire orbs caught a glimpse of his pearly white teeth, and she came to the conclusion that this man was perfect, physically, at least. "Very well, then, you may go." He said, and she rose from her seat without a word and made her way towards the door. "By the way, did you enjoy the show?" Her feet came to a halt, and her head snapped to meet his eyes so fast she almost thought it would break. "Excuse me?" "The show you watched earlier, I know you enjoyed it judging by the way you were drooling," he laughed. But Cassandra was not amused. Her eyelids narrowed to slits, and she could not tell if it was anger or humiliation that was boiling her blood. Jason must have sensed it because he suddenly shot to his feet and made his way toward her. Cassandra was frozen in place. Her mind was screaming at her to move, but her legs were not responding. Before she could blink once more, Jason was standing right in front of her, and she tilted her head to meet his eyes. His lips were dangerously close to hers, and she knew her heart was going to burst out of her chest if she did not get away from him soon. Jason’s minty breath hit her nostrils when he said, "I can make you feel better than what I did with her." Shock was an emotion Jason hardly felt; it was unfamiliar to him. Strange. And that was what overwhelmed him when Cassandra placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away. Her eyes were hard as steel and her voice was as firm as metal when she said, "Sorry, but I am not interested in someone else’s leftovers." Cassandra had no idea what she had done as she walked out of Jason’s office that day.