Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best smutty novels .TXT) 📕

"Tell me what the hell are you doing here?"

At least my office has style and it is, perhaps, the only place that I am not embarrassed in the whole workshop, mainly because I have always recognized myself with good taste and at least I am interested in keeping this place in good condition.

I hand him a glass of water, however he doesn't seem to be interested and sits in front of me in the set of armchairs I have, I don't like desks in the middle of meetings and I only use that to hold my computer and the printer with papers that I usually keep in order.

He takes a look at the place while he analyzes, intimidates me and blurts out with a few concise words as if it were his diagnosis:

—”The place is fine, it shows that you have style, it seems that the difficult thing to manage are your employees. How many are missing besides the two you mentioned? Isaac of the night and Lydia? Hummm, I'm afraid that in the papers they didn't say employees in all of the law, huh.”

Oh jesus! You've investigated me and now you can get me in tax trouble!

"They're not my employees," I hasten to apologize.

"No? He raises an eyebrow, obviously not believing me at all. So what are they supposed to be?”

"Well...that's...my thing! Tell me what are you doing here!”

He emits a smile that is too picaresque, obviously angry because he doesn't like anything that has left him as he wanted, get in and decide, do whatever he wants and all because he has money in my business.

If i had known that he was behind all this, i would never have accepted, but how could i know, when i didn't even know his name? It was just a hot night of sex and nothing more, for me it meant nothing more than that.

“Was it chance or obstinacy that brought you here?”

”It is evident that I am here because I saw potential in a business that they sent me whose numbers have grown considerably in recent times and, although it has not increased enough, I suppose that i have more than one reason to be here, the superficial one is that I want you to multiply my money.”

I look at him suspiciously.

"And the other reason...?"

—”Mmjj. The other reason is that you already know. Did you think that by escaping from my bed in the hotel in Milan you would be able to get me out of your life as you expected? It's not okay to leave without saying goodbye.”

I sigh, furious.

I bite my cheek while I listen to it, with only one image hanging in my head and it's that of my partner... He doesn't deserve what I did to him, he doesn't have to put up with my mistake at all, it was just one night when we were arguing and the things got chaotic, messy. It's not right what I did to him, not at all.

And I'm not proud.

”Tell me, what do you want or get out, I don't care about the papers that are signed and make you think that you're something like the owner of this place, you're a partner and I'm still the owner.”

”Technically, this is a company from the moment you signed and I'm the person in charge of concentrating the associated firms.”

”Firms?”

”Of course other investment funds will enter. All mine, of course.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

"The implied motive, sweetie, is that I refuse to let you go so easily. You thought that getting rid of me would be a simple task, but you were wrong sweetie.”

—”You're chasing me, that's sick, I don't think a guy your size would notice a workshop like mine.”

—”I didn't think you would underestimate yourself in that way, you have talent, you are an intelligent and very bold girl.”

—I” would never let myself be belittled by anyone, I just mean that we belong to different worlds.”

"How do you know which world I belong to? Do you even know me? At least I haven't lied with my name.”

"I would have had my reasons."

"I want to know them."

“They don't matter anymore, Leonardo.”

Mentioning his name in the sentence helps me to emphasize my words to see if that way he understands that he is not welcome in this place.

However, he backs down and reveals his true intentions as the dangerous and deranged individual that he is:

—”From the first moment I knew you weren't a girl like any other and I found out when I investigated you, Gigi. Oh sorry! I almost forgot that your real name is Iggi.”

—”You… How did you know that I…”

—”I admit that Iggi is much more enigmatic, quite creative when changing the place of the letters and everything to get you into the bed of this fierce Italian who wants to make you his wife. My wife.”

"I'm not going to… No… I mean… WHAT!"

His eyes look lascivious.

There's so much more to it than I thought, and it's so insane that my first reaction is to burst out laughing.