Page 1 of New Year's Billionaire
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Caden
Jake won’t lookme in the eyes. He’s tugging at his collar. There’s sweat running down the side of his face. “I’m telling you, boss. It’s not my fault.”
I grab him by the elbow and lead him toward one of the many VIP areas. It’s News Year’s Eve. I’ve hired out a whole club for my employees and my clients. But apparently, I’m not allowed to enjoy myself. Not for one fucking moment. There’s always a problem that needs my attention.
“Start from the beginning.” Jake sits down on the plush black leather couch. I walk to the bar in the corner. There’s a bottle of Scotch with my name on it. I pour myself a double. Jake looks at me expectantly, but I’m not a fucking bartender. I’m the founder and CEO of a trillion-dollar shipping company. If he wants a drink, he can get it himself.
“It’s the Chinese,” he says, “they think we’re weak. They think we’re distracted. They’re muscling in on our clients.”
One whole wall of the room is a mirror. I look at myself. Liking what I see. Some of my contemporaries have gone down the road of botox and plastic surgery. Me, I’ve embraced the aging process. And by embrace, I mean I work out every day and I watch what I eat. It’s served me well. At six foot five, and with a full head of silvery grey hair, I cut a fine figure in a tuxedo.
“So,” I turn to Jake and look down on him. It’s times like this I’m glad I’m a big man. It would be so much more difficult to be imposing if I was a small, fat pussy. “You’re telling me you can’t do your job? Remind me again, what exactly am I paying you for?”
“It’s not like that.” He looks from side to side, but there’s nobody here to support him. “I just thought you’d like to know. That’s all.”
“I knew about this six months ago. Fuck, I knew about it a decade ago. That’s why I hired you and Steve Chang and Mike Li. It’s why I have a whole fucking team of bilingual Chinese speakers. Indonesian speakers. Vietnamese speakers. Every fucking Asian language speaker you could imagine is on my payroll. Greasing palms. Making sure we maintain our stronghold in that region. Yet, you come to me, on New Year’s Eve, moaning about how the fucking Chinese are trying to steal our business?”
I down the rest of my Scotch. The fiery liquid burns my throat. It makes me feel like a dragon about to slay its prey.
A server enters the room with a plate of hors d'oeuvres. Jake keeps talking. He’s making excuses. Blaming whoever he can think of. He’s even blaming the president. Like it’s his job to run my company. But I’m only half-listening. The woman who's just walked in has my full attention.
She offers me her plate. I smile. I’ve never seen anyone quite so beautiful in all my life. For the first time in my life, I’m speechless.
When she bends over to offer me more food I catch a glimpse of her impressive cleavage. My mouth goes dry. Blood pumps to my loins and I feel my member quickly engorge.
I nod my head in thank you. She smiles at me. Turns around. Walks away while giving me the best view in the whole fucking city.
“Caden? Are you listening?”
I stand up and walk to the door. The server’s walking through the room now. Other men stare at her. Watch her shapely round hips as she wiggles them from side to side. I want to rip their fucking throats out. I want to hit them and stamp on them and tear out their eyes with a blunt fucking knife. How dare they look at my woman like that?
“No,” I say. “I stopped listening about the moment you started sounding like a whiny fucking bitch, Jake.”
He tries to reply, but I turn around and put out my hand. Signaling for him to stop. To shut the fuck up. “I’m not in the mood to listen to any more of your bullshit. Do your job, or find another one. It’s that fucking simple.”
I pop one of the pieces of sushi the server gave me into my mouth. It’s delicious. But there’s something else I’d rather be sucking on. Something soft and pink. A little ball of nerves right between her legs.
I imagine what it would be like to lick her delicious pink gunkan maki. To have my fingers deep inside her as her nails rip flesh from my shoulders.
Jake pushes past me. He leaves, hopefully on his way back to the office. I don’t pay him millions of dollars a year to sit around and do nothing.
I turn back to look at the server. For a second, I can’t find her. But then my eyes zero in on her gorgeous figure.
My heart races. Fury rages through even inch of my body.
There’s a man. His hand's groping her ass.
She’s trying to push him away, but he's not giving up.
Maybe he’s had too much to drink. Maybe he’s just a selfish, entitled prick. I don’t know. And, frankly, I don’t fucking care.
His hand is on my woman. I am not going to stand by and watch. Soon, he will feel the full wrath of my fury.
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Violet
