Billionaire bloodline

Chapter 12

I have been to a business function before, but it was nothing like this one. It was packed, but not annoyingly packed. People were elegantly dressed. Guess what? I was the only one in this type of attire; people were wearing dresses with diamonds and all. Their cleavages were at the forefront, and here I wasn’t even wearing a bra. As we got inside, we were given glasses of champagne. I was following right behind him, and I was getting looks from people I came across. I don’t really know what they mean by I really didn’t care. At the end of the day, I wasn’t some self-conscious person. I looked amazing, and Cosmo definitely agrees, even though he would never admit it. Did I just call him by his name? Why? I was definitely getting way too comfortable.

He stopped in front of people who seemed like a couple, considering how cosy they were.

"If it’s not the youngest billionaire," The man exclaimed when we approached them. The youngest billionaire couldn’t help but flash a smile.

"Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Williams." He greeted her, offering his hands for a handshake. The old man, who might be in his middle years, gladly obliged.

"Finally have someone? Mrs. Williams asked, gesturing at me with her eyes. I mean, the last time I checked, you had a male PA." I am literally standing here for God's sake.

"I am Ms. Lopez, his accountant. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person." I blurted it out with a smile on my face.

We got the two accounts that we came for; now we are only left with pitching, but they are as good as ours. After we abruptly left, I guess the boss was tired, though it was not late. I was lying in bed and eating fruit salad. I thought we were going back to NYC today, but I haven’t seen the arrogant boss man at all today. He probably had errands to run or was still sleeping at 1 p.m. during the day. Weird. I am not complaining, though; I get to enjoy a quiet Saturday at an exquisite hotel.

"Ding, ding." I was fast asleep when I heard a doorbell. I thought I was dreaming. "Ding, ding." It was no dream. There’s definitely someone at the door, and the only thing that came to mind was that there must be fire; it’s a hotel; no one just comes into someone’s room at night. I didn’t even put on a gown and ran to the door, where I was met by the arrogant Greek god. He looked so nice, fresh as a daisy. His eyes wondered through my body; I was only wearing a short satin nightdress with a lace top. I bit my lower lip and blurted out, "You know drooling is rude; when you like something, you say it and not be weird about it." I regretted it almost immediately after saying it, and it just earned me a smirk from him. He lifted his hand, rested it on the door, and enclosed the distance between us. F**k. He smelled sort of vanilla but not really vanilla, like the smell of a new car mixed with a woody scent and a cigar. He smelled so good. I felt my stomach tingle and blood flow all over my body. I lifted my eyes to his, and in a split second, they were darker and stronger than they usually are. I don’t really remember seeing a person with red orbs. As I looked deeper into them, it was sort of like a volcano. It was magnificent to look at. I didn’t even notice how unregulated my breathing was until I heard him speak.

"What is your problem?" His voice was dark. I regained my senses.

"Ask someone who is standing in my doorway at midnight." I am resolute about being offensive. In the blink of an eye, he pulled me over to him and placed his lips on mine. They are soft. They are warm. My p***y has probably taken all the blood for itself. It was pumping. I might have never slept with a man before, but I have been kissed, and this was out of this world. He slowed down, had my mouth open, and gladly obliged. I submitted myself to him; I was even ready to let him have me right now. My womanhood was calling for attention, and it was not bearable, resulting in moaning. A big mistake. He immediately stopped and marched to his room. What? I know it’s been ages since I last kissed someone, but I can’t be that bad. Can I? I quickly closed the door and leaned back, running my fingers down my messy hair. I am so embarrassed that I don’t think I will be able to face him tomorrow. I went to bed and tried getting some sleep, but I couldn’t. I kept replying to the moment we just shared. It was magical, though he found it otherwise.