Love, Lies and Billionaires

“You sent for me, sir”

Alexander slumped in his office chair, deep in thought, while he stroked his chin. Ignoring his assistant, who had just walked in and stood in front of his table.

“Sir?” the man called again, trying to get his attention.

“You saw that news, right?” Alexander finally spoke. His voice was gloomy and deep, keeping his eyes on nothing he had been staring at.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Yes sir, it’s confirmed that Mr Harding is in the city,” the man affirmed. His muscular chest rising and falling in rhythm with every word he spoke.

“I really am not bothered about him,” Alexander said and paused. He leaned forward and picked up the glass from the table. “What does Maren have to do with him? What are they up to?” He took a sip.

“If you want, I can find that out, sir”

“Of course I want that. The fact that we’re no longer together doesn’t give her the liberty to go in search of some hungry dick.”

“I’ll do just that, sir.”

“Find out about everything. What his business is in this city, what he’s doing with Maren. Including where exactly his house it” he stopped and gulped down the rest of the glass before setting it on the table.

Veins were forming on his forehead as he gritted his teeth. “I might as well go pay him a visit soon,” he added, a hint of venom in his voice.

“Sure thing, sir,” the man replied and headed towards the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, it was pushed open by a slim manicured hand with red painted fingernails.

“Hey baby.” The lady greeted beaming, and she skipped towards Alexander. “I heard your enemy is in town and fucking your ex-wife.” she straight forwardly and made herself comfortable on his table in front of him.

Alexander ignored her even as she sat directly in front of him, her thighs exposed tastily and her boobs threatening to burst out of her body con dress.

He turned away from her and reached for a drawer from which he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took out one and put it between his lips.

“Someone seems moody,” she said as she took out the cigar from Alexander’s lips and stuck it in hers, then lit it with the lighter which he had just brought out.

“What are you here for, Kim?” He asked in an uninterested tone.

“Oh, we are not doing this Xander, we are not having this conversation,” she took a puff.

“If you’re here to gossip, then you’re in the wrong place. I’ve got work to do”

She took out the stick after another puff and placed it back between his lips. He accepted it without resistance.

“It’s not gossip. It’s all over the News he’s back to the city and fucking your ex-wife or should I say ex whore” she spat and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

“You look stressed, Xander. Don’t let it get to you. You let her go openly and, for a good reason, fucking your enemy only shows her true nature.” She bit her lip and her green eyes glowed as she felt Alexander’s exposed chest.

Alexander didn’t even flinch. He just sat there staring at her while she worked her hands around his body. Smoke escaping from his nostrils.

“I mean you used to be her fiance’s rival but as soon as they separated, she found a way to get your dick inside of her. No surprise why she’s now with Harding,” she hissed and slowly slid her hands down towards his belt buckle whilst leaning closer.

“Do you ever think of anything aside from sex?”

Kim leaned in further and placed a light kiss on his lips. “Don’t you love it that way?” She purred and reached into his already unbuttoned trouser and began fumbling with his manhood.

She placed another kiss on his lips and stared into his eyes, a smile playing at her lips as she noticed a brief movement from him. “Don’t resist-” he grabbed her by the throat and engaged her in an intense, hungry passion.

*****

Maren held her hair up as the stylist fastened the silver neckpiece round her neck. She let her hair down afterwards and stared at her reflection. An incredibly stunning, successful lady stared at her and she smiled back at it.

Her phone vibrated on the dressing table, and she picked it up. She was twenty minutes late.

“Are you done?” She asked, watching the stylist through the mirror.

“I’m allll-done!” The stylist announced, taking her hands off her hair.

“Thanks,” Maren said cheerfully. She made her way to the body mirror and did a little twirl.

She was dressed in a black evening gown which exposed her appalling features. Her hair was styled in waves with a few accessories adorning it. The silver accessories which she wore on different parts of her body blended really well with her silver designer heels.

“You look great, ma’am. Enjoy your evening,” the stylist affirmed with a smile and exited the room.

Maren smiled. “You don’t have to say that twice.” her phone rang with a notification again and without looking at the phone, she knew who it was. She picked up her purse and half hurried out of the room.

“How long is it going to last, Maren?” Mrs Sharppe attacked as soon as she sighted her daughter climbing down the stairs.

Maren rolled her eyes. “Mom, I’m not twelve anymore, you know. It’s an official gathering. It’s going to last as long as it would.”

Her mom fell silent and just stared at her. The grey in her hair looked more obvious than before as she held onto the book in her hand.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, turning back to her book.

“Yes mom. Mr Harding was thoughtful enough to make this gathering in honour of our partnership. I really don’t see what could go wrong about this whole thing,” she thought.

“Alright then,” her mom finally said.

Maren walked to her mom and kissed her hair. “I’ll be back before Nathan gets out of bed,” she announced with a smile and walked out the door.

As soon as she climbed into the limo which Mr Harding had sent, the hundredth text from Louise came in.

“Ma’am, it’s begun already,” the text read.

Maren smiled in anticipation. “I’m on my way”