Chapter 5 Surprise Surprise

Zac's POV

Life has taught me a lot of lessons, and one of them is taking what I want. Another is not showing your ass. I had it rough growing up but once I figured out that no one cared, I fought my way to the top.

If I see something I desire, I take it. No questions. All I need is the comforting fact that it is mine and mine alone. Living with a crackhead mother made me realize that we are all users.

My name is Zachary Luther Taylor. I grew up with a crackhead mother and brother who doesn't remember who my father was. At the age of 18, I went to prison in place of my brother for illegal drugs. I spent three years and started working as a cart driver in the airport. I also worked for people who flipped houses to gain extra cash. After 5 years of hustling, I learned about trading and I invested all of my savings into a stock people thought would crash but guess what didn't crash, the stock. I made a lot of money and I'm still making. Started a real estate business and started flipping houses. But I still work in the airport driving cart. I met Fatima at the airport. She doesn't know me but the day I met her, things started making way for me. Success came easy. I wanted it for myself. And I was going to get her. Nobody knows I have money. Not even my ex-girlfriend.

I know. I know. You think I'm wicked. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her but I found out that she was cheating on me with two other guys. I can't do that. If she knows I have money, she would try to kiss my ass and fuck around behind me. I need someone who would love me for me. Rich or not.

A few months ago, I found out who my father was. He was a big real estate mogul in Europe. I got to know him a few weeks before he died and he willed his business to me. So now I'm rich but I need powerful backing to expand into the United States. I found out the Wilson family is the owner of Chainbreakers. The biggest flipping company in all of the United States. I also found out they were looking for me, CEO of Innovex. The Wilsons are not to be fucked with. But they have something I want. Fatima. I want her. She is my vixen. The moment I had her against that window in the hotel with hunger and determination flashing behind her eyes, I knew she was mine. That night was the most memorable night of my life. I want more than a one-night stand. I want her on her knees every night batting her eyelashes and puckering her lips for me. I want to own her orgasms, her moans. The thought of another man touching her, has me going crazy. I'm going to get her.

Fatima's POV

As I stepped into my house, it was filled with roses. What the hell? Was I being followed?

I immediately placed a call to the lobby. After a few rings, the receptionist picked up.

"Miss Wilson, good evening. How may I be of help?" he asked.

"Why does it look like a garden here?" I tilled my head towards the arrangement on my kitchen island to look for a card.

"Sorry ma'am. You had a delivery from Luxe and Bloom. We tried calling your number all day but you weren't answering. But in case you are looking for the card it is on your coffee table, " he replied.

My eyes quickly diverted to my coffee table and I saw an engraved box.

"Alright. Thank you," I said quickly and hung up. I walked towards my coffee table and sat down. I opened the box and saw a crystalized scroll. A handwritten note.

" My good luck charm, I hope you love your roses. They are half as beautiful as you are. But they remind me of how soft, pink, and tender you are. I'm watching you. I will be waiting until you need me. My mesmerizing vixen."

Damn.

Who is this guy?

I sat down mesmerized by the beauty of the scroll. It was cute but creepy. But who was this guy?

My phone buzzed immediately and I took a look. A message from an unknown number came in.

"Hope you love your flowers. I'm still watching."

Oh hell no. This was getting out of hand. This ain't cute anymore.

I immediately sent an email to my assistant, Lori, to get me the names of the people who attended Watson's gala. I also sent the message to the family's PI to find the location of the sender. With that being done, I went to my bathroom to freshen up for the night and go about my skincare routine which took me about an hour. As I got in bed, I received a message from Lori. That was fast considering she was meant to be asleep.

Lori: Here you go ma'am.

There was an attachment under the message. I clicked on it and it opened up a pdf page with the list of invites for the gala indicating both male and female. A smart move. I checked through the names and the only name not familiar to me was Luther Taylor. Who is he?

I spent my night checking for this guy but he is a ghost. Nothing on him was found. No picture. Nothing.

When my alarm went off by 5 am, I took a quick nap and woke up by 8 am.

I was supposed to meet up with Chris. He has been managing Chainbreakers for 10 years now and with the recent loss of workers, we need to work something up ASAP.

I got dressed quickly as I was running late. I picked a limited edition black Versace wide pants jumpsuit a white trench coat with a pair of red bottoms and I looked in the mirror and my outfit gills me with confidence and power. Something I needed to battle the day. As I stepped into my sitting area and saw the flowers, I sent a quick message to Lori to have someone come over and pack the flowers and donate them to the children's hospital.

I text Chris on my way out after grabbing my keys and my badge and taking my private elevator.

Me: Hey Chris. Good morning. I'm on my way.

Chris: Good morning Miss Wilson. Okay. See you soon.

It is about to be a hell of a week.

Once the elevator stops at the parking lot of my building, I walk into my private garage and towards my black Rolls Royce and press the key fob until I hear a familiar beep. My heels clap on the cement with each step which echoes loudly in the space.

"Good morning Miss Wilson," a familiar voice from behind me sounded. Steve.

I cranked my head towards him. A smile formed on his face.

"Good morning Steve. I will be driving myself today thank you. But you can follow," I said.

He laughed.

" You know me too well,"

Unlocking the door, I slid behind the wheel and drove out. I could see Steve following closely behind me. Makes my mind drift toward the masked man.

What if I'm being followed?

"Alexa, call Rob," I say.

After a few rings, he picks up.

"What the fuck are you calling for stink this early morning?" He grumbled

Rob was probably receiving a head.

"Ain't nobody worried about your grumpy self. It is important, " I said rolling my eyes. This nigga knows how to work my last good nerve.

"It better be. Interrupting sessions ain't cute but you can't relate with your lonely self," he said.

Do you see? Head.

"Whatever bro. I need information on Luther Taylor."

"Is this about the Innovex kid?"

"Nope. Kind of. I think I have a lead," I answered.

"Alright. I will get back to you later. And next time, don't call this early or I will have you killed," he said.

"Ain't nobody worried about your grouchy ass," I laughed.

I heard him cuss me out and hung up.

Rob is a mess. I wonder how Alicia puts up with him.

"Alexa, play my boss's mood playlist," I said.

In a few seconds, Beyonce's "Diva" is blasting in my car. As I pull up into Chainbreakers headquarters, I see Chris talking to some people.

The valet opens the door and I slide out while he waits.

"Good morning, miss,"

"Hello," I greeted softly while handing him my keys so he could park my car.

"Miss Wilson"

The sound of my name being called pulls me back into reality. My head jerks to the left and I see Chris walking towards me with a guy. His demeanor screams worry as he comes closer. We have been close since he started working here.

"You are finally here. I was just talking to Steven here about recruitment. I was wondering if we could start in jail. You know guys coming out of prison without jobs," he continued.

"Hey Steven," I greeted. He seems shy.

"Alright, Chris. That is a good idea. Let's go in first. I want to see how bad things are. I might be looking at a solution,"

As I stepped into the walking area, I felt like someone was looking at me.

"Good morning Miss Wilson." I heard from every corner of the hall.

The aura of power that the name carried made me feel good.

I heard my phone beep and I brought it out to check who it was.

Madam: Dinner today? I have information on your stalker and Innovex.

I made a mental note to reply once I got to the office.

"Chris, I want to have a meeting with all the remaining staff," I said without looking at my phone.

Suddenly, I caught a smell. One I can't forget. One that has been messing with my brain.

He is here.

I can feel it.

I can sense it.

I turned to find where it was coming from, I bumped into someone.