Billionaire bloodline

Chapter 8

Cosmo’s POV

On Saturdays, I usually go to the art gallery, and today there’s an exhibition. I am preparing to attend it, and I get to watch my art work get all the attention in the gallery. I draw and paint in my spare time, just for fun, but still, my work sells like fat cakes in the morning. No one knows that the work belongs to me other than my bodyguard, who always takes it to the gallery as his but not publicly. I go there as a rich man interested in art only to see people’s reactions to my work and check who might be a competitor.

It’s 10 a.m., and I am getting to my car and heading to the gallery so that I will be back by 1 p.m. As much as I can handle the sun, I can’t handle it after 1 p.m., and I usually sleep at 2 p.m. I decided to put on something a bit calmer: a white t-shirt, a suit, and sneakers. When I got to the gallery, a few wealthy people were looking through the portraits.

"I see, no one is taking me up on being the best artist." I murmured to myself, smiling and proud. I met up with a few business people and discussed business. We secured a few deals, and it was time for me to get back to the apartment.

As I was walking out, I bumped into a pretty woman, only to find out that it was my stubborn accountant. She quickly apologised, and I busted her bubble by being myself as always, and of course she responded. When she realised that it was me, she hurried away from me. That's a pretty nuisance. When I got inside the car, I sat for a while staring at the entrance. I don’t know why.

"Who is she? Why does she have so much effect on me?" I asked myself. No woman has ever gotten on my nerves like that girl, let alone a mere human being. "Maybe she is not a human? But I would have known that." I took out my phone and dialled my bodyguard’s number, and after the first ring, he answered.

"Boss?" He said it from the other side of the line.

"Do a background check on the junior accountant." I commanded and cut the line.

I woke up at 11p.m. and gulped down a glass of milk. I took my phone and went straight to an email from my bodyguard. And she is just a human being; there is nothing special about her. Since when are you paranoid? My inner self mocked me. I am not and never will be. I thought to myself.

I had a few meetings today, more like accounts that I am bringing to the table.

It’s been a week now since I haven’t been in the office. I managed to secure two big accounts, and today I am meeting with my accountants to see how we go about these deals. I am in my office gathering my paperwork. Today the meeting will be here; it’s only the three of us.

There was a gentle knock on the door. I quickly glanced at my watch, and it was time for the meeting.

"Yes." My voice rang in the quiet office. As I heard the click of her heels, my eyes quickly turned to the door. The door was 5 metres away from the table where I was sitting. She was wearing a suit that perfectly held her hips and thighs. Despite being slender, she was well built. I looked at her from toes to head as she gracefully walked to me. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but those big, sexy eyes showed that she was a bit shy.

"Why is she shy when she can talk back the way she does?" I wondered. I didn’t even notice that she was by herself.

"Where’s the other accountant? I asked just as she was about to say something. I saw the shyness being replaced by anger; she is like a ticking bomb, and it’s amusing to watch. I don’t know why, but it is.

"Good morning to you too, sir. John was involved in a car accident yesterday night; that’s why he is not at work, and as far as I know, he sent you an email." Her reply was full of boldness. "How can a mere human have so much guts to answer to a vampire—not just any vampire but the king’s son? She may not know, but my presence itself screams power; that’s why no one has ever talked to me the way she does." I thought to myself. She took a seat and opened her notebook. It’s only now that I notice that she is a sight for sore eyes. She is dead beautiful.

After 30 minutes into the meeting, she has questioned and made me change my mind on the approach I was planning to take on this account. She is smart; I will give her that. She is apparently immune to my scary aura and dangerous presence, but she will definitely not be immune to my charm. A hot and rich man is every woman’s weakness. I will show her that she is really not what she thinks she is.

"I will send you the detailed plan by the end of business tomorrow." Her smooth voice sounded She had a very innocent face for her attitude. "I hate the fact that she is my employee. I would have loved to f**k the attitude out of her.

"Alright, I will wait for it." I calmly said that, for a moment, I didn’t believe it was me speaking—did I just respectfully answer her?