The Billionaire's Unexpected Bride

Chapter 4

Abraham’s POV

"What do you mean by I should send you $500,000?!" I asked my ex-wife over the phone, trying to stay calm.

"Please honey, I just want to pay for something." Helen responded.

"Don't honey me." I said firmly. "You lost that privilege when you left me."

She went on to plead, trying to worm her way into my pocket but I ended the call before I could lose my temper.

Every conversation with her always ended the same way— circling around money, even though we were no longer together.

It exhausted me.

“Was that your wife?” A soft, teasing voice broke into my thoughts and I looked over my shoulder to see it was Cindy that was speaking— one of the girls I had brought home to help alleviate my boredom.

She laid across my bed completely naked, with the sheets barely covering her breasts. The other girl, Jennie, giggled beside her, lazily tracing circles across her n**ples with her finger, teasing me.

“Ex-wife.” I corrected, slipping my phone into my robe pocket.

“She still sounds like she wants you.” Jennie said.

I huffed a low breath, not quite a laugh and said: "Trust me, she doesn't. She just wants my money."

"Well, we want your body." Cindy said seductively and they both burst into giggles.

Then, before I could step away, Jennie reached up, looped her arm around my waist, and pulled me back onto the bed.

“Come on...” She purred. “You’re not done with us yet.”

“I have work to do.” I said, but neither of them cared.

They only laughed, tugged me down, and kissed me again.

"I have an itch only your c**k can scratch." Jennie said seductively as she reached into my robe and grabbed me, stroking my c**k gently. Cindy then moved in and started sucking her breast before kissing me also.

And I let myself give in for another round cause— why not? I wasn’t in a hurry to deal with the rest of my day anyway.

These girls were wild. They couldn't care less about my money even though they were obviously addicted to the lifestyle.

Cindy was my favorite. She had the cutest smile and the cutest butt I'd ever seen on a young lady. And Jennie, her companion, had the most fire you could ever think of.

She had the energy of 10 horses and could ride like she was born to.

"F**k me Daddy..." Jennie moaned as I slid my c**k in her p***y while fingering Cindy simultaneously.

When we finally finished, I stood up, tied my robe around my waist, and ran a hand through my hair. The girls collapsed back onto the pillows, giggling as if they’d won some battle.

"We'll be waiting for more." Cindy said, biting her lips as he pulled Jennie in for a kiss.

"I'll be right back." I said as I got off the bed.

“Don’t lock the door.” I added as I headed out. “Someone will bring you food shortly so put something on before they come.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Jennie called out playfully as she giggled with Cindy tickling her.

I shook my head and left the room before they could pull me into another round.

I walked down the long hallway of my mansion, bare footed. My robe swished around my legs as I descended the stairs toward the kitchen with my mind already shifting into work mode.

As I stepped onto the last stair, my phone buzzed.

My assistant, Stephanie, was calling and I answered immediately.

“Good evening, sir.” She said in her sweetest voice.

That was the part I loved the most about her. She was practically like a daughter to me.

I’d raised her from the time she was 16—took her in when she had no one else and I made sure she had a home.

Now she had become the backbone of my entire business empire.

“Talk to me.” I said to her as I made my way downstairs.

“I just wanted to confirm if I should still prepare the private jet for your flight later tonight.”

“Yes.” I said. “Make sure it’s fueled and ready. And tell my pilot to call me when he arrives. I have a little surprise for him.”

“You and your surprises…" She said with a laugh. "You give way too many gifts to your staff.”

“That’s how you win their hearts.” I replied simply.

“No wonder they’d walk through fire for you, sir.”

“Exactly.” I said with a smirk before we ended the call.

When I stepped into the dining area, I found Albert—my butler—arranging the table for the evening meal.

The kid moved with precision. Every arrangement and mannerism was perfect and flawless.

He’d been with me since he was 21. Now he was 27 and sharper than most 40 year olds I’d ever worked with.

I’d hired him on a whim, if I’m being honest.

Something about his eyes reminded me of me at that age. He had the hunger to better himself.

“Good evening, Albert.” I said as I reached him and he straightened immediately.

“Good evening, sir.” He responded with a smile.

I studied him for a moment as he arranged a wine glass and couldn't help but feel pleased for having him around.

“Maybe I have a thing for hiring youngsters.” I muttered under my breath, amused.

Albert glanced up with confusion, but I waved it off and continued toward the kitchen.

I reached for a jug and began pouring myself a drink when I entered and just then, some hushed voices floated from the far end of the kitchen.

Two of my staff stood with their backs partially turned to me, huddled over a phone. They were whispering and snickering.

"It can never be me." One of the staff said to the other in her best Nigerian accent as they kept on watching the video. “I swear, I would have kicked him in the nuts just for letting her do that to me.”

"Right?" The other said with a laugh. "That boy is wicked. See how he let them insult her like that. He has no shame.”

“Chai. It's so painful.” The first replied. “And the girl fine die. What’s his problem?”

“What’s this about?” I asked curiously and both of them froze at the sound of my voice.

They spun around so fast one nearly dropped the phone as they realized I was right behind them.

“G-Good evening, sir.” They stammered in unison.

“Relax. You haven't done anything wrong.” I gestured casually with the jug in my hand.

And they exhaled in relief, shoulders sagging.

“You want a drink?” I offered as I grabbed a couple of glasses from the counter.

"Yes, sir." They said and received the drinks.

“So, what's that all about?" I nodded at the phone in their hands.

"It’s… a breakup video, sir.” The first staff responded.

“A terrible one.” The other added.

“Hmm..Interesting. Show me.” I said to them and they pressed play, handing me the phone.

I watched a girl—Hope—crying in the middle of a restaurant with her clothes ruined and as watched her boyfriend insulted her while she begged him for answers. And strangers were busy recording her like she was entertainment.

Her voice cracked with pain, and I was moved to anger watching the whole thing.

It was embarrassing. That could have been my daughter.

I held the staff member’s phone for a few seconds after the video ended, thinking for a while.

“This girl didn’t deserve that.” One of the staff said quietly. “If I knew her, I swear I would do something.”

And just then, I took a slow sip of my drink and smirked as an idea struck my mind.

“I know exactly what to do.” I said as I handed the phone back and reached for mine.

I asked for the name of the account and I looked it up, taking a screenshot of both the account and the video.

I forwarded them immediately to Stephanie and called her.

"Yes, Boss?" She said as she picked up.