Blackmailing The Billionaire

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Before we start reading I just want to put out this story is for mature audiences. 17+

It has sex scenes in it and a lot of swearing.

This book is also completed, and there might be a chance of a sequel.

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CHAPTER 1

" Are you fucking blind? " The Greek god in front me screams in agony.

I had accidently spilt hot soup on our most important customer, he was our boss's special guest. Kill me, now!

" I... sir I am so..sorry " I stutter due to fear. I remember our manager informing us about this certain customer.

The man right here was described as " The Most Notorious Billionaire Of America ". He owns multiple casinos bars in Las Vegas, but that is not even half his empire, he is the CEO of one the leading company with multiple branches all around the world. Surrounded by wealth, he has a high temper and attitude. He dates the most famous models only. That is what the paparazzi have posted. and what did I do? I tumbled a 85 degrees Celsius hot soup right on him.

Wait a minute, rich people wear expensive clothes! That 3 piece suit must be the work of the most famous designer, rich people don't expect anything less.

I grab the handkerchief and start rubbing it all over his suit, his muscular thighs and even his crotch in the state of absolute fret.

" What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me you stupid waitress! " The man bellows, instantly standing up to his might. He must be over 6 feet for sure. His looks are quite deceiving. If not for a businessman he should have been a model.

Even if I am not a man, I would totally buy the dresses he models, that is if I have the money.

" Are you even listening to me? This is the worst restaurant ever with the most moronic staff. Who even appointed this trash. Take me to Lisa right now! " The man orders our manager and my little bubble breaks.

" Sir please do not complain... I will lose my job. I'm really sorry. I'll...pay for your suit if that is the reason for your complain. " I utter without even thinking, I need this job, badly!

" Hah " The man pulls out a sarcastic laugh.

" You will pay for this? " He taunts pointing to his clothes.

I nod my head in in uncertainty. What did I get myself into?

" Do you know how much it costs? Your lifetime savings won't make up for this suit. It's fucking 50 k, so tell me how exactly will you pay me back? " He asks with his one brow raised, questioning me or more like humiliating me.

" I won't be able to sir. I'm sorry. " I whisper, looking down and back away a little bit. He has a way with intimidating people.

The manager leads the businessman to our owner Lisa's office right besides the reception.

The businessman enters without knocking while I stand outside waiting to be called by the boss. I have already messed up, I don't want to be disrespectful now.

" Are you waiting for an invitation or what? " A voice screeches out. I look up to see a woman, in her mid thirties, wearing the most elegant dress, with real rubies embedded on it, her earrings are made of blue diamond and on her neck rests a beautiful matching necklace. The length of the heel of her stiletto is longer than my short-lived career.

I hurriedly step in and stand besides, obediently.

" Tell me Noah, what seems to be the problem? " The woman asks politely.

" That seems to be the problem. " The man, named Noah points at me as if I am utter trash and my sole presence is a harm to his high standards. This man can make you feels so low with in a second.

" Madam, it was an accident. I was clumsy and I admit my fault. You can cut my salary or if Mr. Noah wants to punish me in any way then I accept it but I desperately need this job. " I beg, trying my luck.

" You're fired. " She says dismissively, paying no heed to my plea. My hopes crushed now, I worked so hard to get this job. My previous job never made the bills and it was always a huge headache.

" Please just one more chance, I swear I won't mess up next time. " I beg. At this point I seem pathetic but anyone in my place will do the same. I have responsibilities.

" Do you want me to call the guards? " Lisa asks rudely. I shake my head in a negative and then leave the office with my head bowed down.

" So tell me sweetie, anything else I can do for my nephew? " Is the last thing I hear before leaving the restaurant. So they are related.

As I step outside the restaurant, the warm air hits me and heat rushes in. The rays of the sun penetrates in, giving me a headache.

But I wait outside, waiting for Mr. Noah. I have to try one more time, I can't lose this job or else Morty will hurt me. No, Morty will freak out so bad, I have to try one more time.

After 15 minutes of holding myself together in the scorching heat, Mr. Noah finally comes out. I look at him with hopeful eyes. He glances at me, smirking and then puts on his black shades, heading towards his limousine.

I stop him in his path, clutching his hand tightly in desperation.

" Sir please understand my helplessness, I beg of you to give me back my job. Surely the boss will listen to you as you are closely related. " I beg, sounding extremely desperate.

" Leave my cuff. " He orders in a strong voice.

" No, not until I get my job back. You're not being fair sir. " I insist, adamant on getting my job back.

The man loses his temper, he within a second rotates his writs such that my wrist is under his control.

" Don't fucking pester me peasant. " He grits out, probably annoyed by my needy attitude.

He then instead of leaving my wrists, puts pressure on it. It starts hurting and I try to pull my wrists back.

" Stop it Sir, you're hurting me. " I whimper with tearful eyes.

The man leaves me with a push and I fall to the ground. The man sits in his expensive car to some beautiful views, leaving a jobless and broke and me behind in a cloud of smoke and utter dust.

If I am not able to pay Morty back in time, he will again abuse me and my little brother. I need to find a new job

fast!

You know, the rich man, Noah he could have just forgiven me. 50 thousand dollars isn't much for people like him, but he had to make a fuss about it.

He did that, because he had the power to do so. Rich people are so insensitive, they can never understand the problems of people like me.

I was acting destitute, that is because I have certain obligations, I did that because of my conditions. I would have never begged him if I was a free person, who didn't have to worry about the bills, the rent, making ends meet, my little brother's expenses and most of all, the goon Morty. He is the problem!

" Hey Emma, that was Noah Enrique. " Jess, a waitress in the same restaurant explains, reminding me of the existence of the man due to whom I lost my job.

" But why was he harassing you? " Jess asks confused.

" Harassing... "

" I mean why was he holding your wrist like that? Is he interested in you? Did he offer you something and you denied it. Is it the reason he threw you away with force? What happened between you guys? I can't even believe Noah Enrique is interested in you. " Jess exclaims, yes she is that type of girl who is always interested in gossip.

Before I can deny her made-up story, she shoves her phone right in my face.

" Here see, I got the whole thing recorded to show to other girls, it will be such a great story. People will pay to hear it out and even better watch it. " She exclaims, excitedly.

An idea pops in my head.

" Hey Jess, can you send me that video. So I can remember my moment with The Noah Enrique. " I lie in a girly tone, though the lie itself disgusts me.

" Yeah sure. " She replies and then goes for work.

This isn't the actual time to arrive for work, but she gets away with it since she is dating our manager. I mean she is pretty, tall and beautiful, why wouldn't anyone date her?

I sigh and go back home. I'm greeted by my brother of age 4. Sadly he doesn't go to school yet, I can't afford it for now. I thought this new job will help me a lot as it pays a handsome amount but I just lost it so now I'm doomed.

I play with my little brother Timothy, short for Tim for sometime before there is a knock on my door.

I look through the peep hole to see it is the goon Morty.

" Morty.. Why are... you here? " I ask, scared.

" You know very well, open the door bitch. " He shouts in a gruff voice.

I slowly open the door and he barges in. He is a tall and rough looking man. He has a lot of muscles on himself but no woman can ever find him pretty. He has such a bad stink.

" My money. " He states.

I lower my head, biting my lips. The thing is, I was supposed to get my paycheck today, but I got fired and now I won't get any paycheck at all. Those are the rules of the restaurant.

" Speak up bitch, did you go mute? " He asks aggressively. Losing his temper. Morty loses his temper quite fast.

" I couldn't get your money, but I swear I'll get it by tomorrow. I'll get it to you I swear please don't hurt us. " I start pleading because I know where this is heading to.

" You took fucking 90 thousand dollars from me for that piece of shit's treatment and I gave it to you. You were supposed to return that money in 6 months and now it has been a year and only 20 thousand dollars have been paid so far. Where is the rest of the money? " He screams like a mad man, kicking the sofa causing it to fall down and create a heavy voice.

Me and Tim both flinch, scared. Tim hides behind me.

" Why couldn't you get my money today? " He asks bewildered.

" I.. I got fired. " I reply and with in an instant I am met with a tight slap, causing me to fall down. My cheek stings and the rooms spins for me. It takes time to get my vision straight.

" Fucking bitch can't do a single job right. Now how will I get my money? " He screams.

" I'll give it to you somehow... just please don't cause a scene. "

He advances towards Tim and picks him up roughly by his collar.

" I'm going to hurt this brat really bad. You either give me the money by tomorrow night or I'll fuck this whole house up and take your brother with me. " Morty warns, finally leaving Tim.

He eyes the both of us dangerously, we're both lying miserably on the floor before he finally decides to leave.

I run towards Tim and try to relax him as he is crying and so am I. After 10 minutes of effort, he falls asleep and I place him in his bed. I wipe my tears to get myself a glass of water to calm my nerves.

Just then Noah Enrique comes to my mind. I need money and fast. I think about what Jess said.

What if I can threaten him into giving me money with the help of that video.

It is risky but what other option do I have? I look at my other options and I find none.

I finally decide to go with my option, it is evil but I have no other choice.

I find his e-mail through the internet and decide to mail him.

I first mail the video alone. Then I mail him the following message

Transfer 70 thousand dollars to the account provided, or else this video will go viral.

I send the mail, my heart beating quite rapidly. In normal circumstances, I wouldn't have ever done that. But my circumstances are nowhere near normal.

I wait for an hour before I finally get a mail-back, that was quick!

Waitress, you do realize the consequences of your action?

I get a message, not in the mail but from his private number. I freak out a little bit, but I've come this far, it would be useless to back out now.

I can defame you for sexual harassment, the video itself is a prove. If you do not want any threat to your career, send the money or else prepare yourself for the havoc. People will boycott your company.

I try to sound intimidating but feel like I'm failing.

Nothing like that happened, we both know it waitress.

I read his reply, thinking for a second and then text back.

You know that, I know that, but other people don't know that. They will believe whatever the video shows, and your image will be ruined. You might even face charges of sexual harassment so think wisely.

I enter the send button.

I don't get a reply for the next 30 minutes and that makes me anxious. Did I make a wrong decision?

Finally my phone beeps and I run towards it, I open his reply and relief spreads over me.

Fine, 70 thousand dollars, cash. Come to my office. The address is ***. You personally hand me the footage and I'll give you the money.

His text makes me extremely happy. Finally all my problems will end. I won't have to be scared for Morty. My debt will be paid and I can finally have some time to think about other stuff like Tim's education.

I'll easily get the money tomorrow.

Nothing can go wrong, right?

You would be wondering what a girl like me is doing with her life. Well, my name is Emma. I've been taking care of my little brother since I was 16, I'm currently 18. I work part-time jobs and jobs with minimum wage. That's all you can get with a high school degree.

Last year, my brother Tim got sick. His sickness felt like never-ending pain. No medication would work and in the end, we had to opt for surgery, but surgery itself was expensive.

The surgery required 90 thousand dollars and I didn't have that much money. But I couldn't just do nothing and let my brother die. From there, I heard of Morty. A local gangster who sometimes lends people loans with interest.

I took a loan from him to save my brother's life. But the amount was so much I couldn't return it all back in the promised time. I worked several part-time jobs, without even caring for my own health. But they was never enough.

Recently I got a job in a 5-star hotel. It paid much better and I would be able to return the money in installments. It took a little convincing. But Morty finally agreed to get the leftover amount in installment but to my bad luck, I lost my job. My only hope and was because of that Noah Enrique.

If I can just get the money out of him, I'll give it to Morty and then live my life peacefully.

I finally reach the gigantic glass building. I'm surrounded by many skyscrapers, multiple of them owned by Noah Enrique.

The building I enter contains the letter NE written in Italic in the middle as its initials.

I walk to the reception and speak lowly, so others may not hear me. After all, I'm doing something extremely dangerous.

" I'm here to meet Mr. Noah Enrique. " I whisper.

" Not everyone can meet him, miss. He isn't some random person. Do you even know meeting him requires an appointment? " She taunts.

" You can call him and confirm. " I again whisper.

She looks at me for a moment, considering my suggestion, and then calls.

She talks for a brief second, before looking at me.

" Boss has allowed you in. You can go now. " She states rudely. Angered by the fact that I am allowed in. Strange.

I enter the lift and my eyes bulge out when I find that there are 100 floors in this building.

I press the 100 floors as I was told by the receptionist that the boss is on the topmost floor.

I wait in the lift nervously, hoping things will go right.

I finally reach the floor and my legs are shaky. I take a deep breath and walk in, keeping my head low. Too worried to take in the decorations and the beauty of the interior.

I walk to the two huge golden gates, the words NE plastered on the expensive woopen doors. Before I can even knock, the doors automatically open and I step in.

There I see Noah Enrique sitting in all his glory. Sitting there like the king he is, rich and powerful.

Compared to him, I feel really small and scared. His aura is way too much, it makes me weak. God, why does this man have such an effect on me?

" The waitress? " He asks in a deep voice?

I just nod my head.

He smirks in my way and tells me to take a seat. He looks at me, not in a good way. It feels like he is planning my murder in a 100 different ways in his mind. His intense stare makes me feel uncomfortable and I shift on the soft leather seat.

" So where's the video? " He asks and I take out my mobile to show him. He watches the video with peculiar interest. But one thing about his body language shows that he is not tensed at all whereas I am losing my mind.

" So tell me, is this your first time doing this? Blackmailing someone for money? " He asks with a grin plastered on his face.

" No, I've done it a lot. " I lie, imitating a strong voice.

" Interesting. You like targeting rich men, don't you? " He further asks.

" Enough, just give me the money and I'll delete the video. I don't want to answer your questions. " I shout and he abruptly gets up from his seat.

He slowly walks towards me, taking in my sight from head to toe.

" I know this is your first time, why would someone experienced be stupid enough to come to my office? " The man whispers, before I can get up from my seat, he pushes me back and handcuffs my wrists to the chair arm.

" What... what is this? Release me now! " I exclaim.

Mr. Enrique, in return only laughs. Not a sweet kind of laugh though, this one is filled with malice.

" The cops will be arriving here soon, I have all the proofs and even your confession to the crime. In short, you're screwed. " Mr. Noah says, going back to his huge leather chair and sitting there like a boss. His legs spread, eyes staring at me.

" You said you'll give me the money. "

" I lied. " He says, rolling his eyes at my stupidity.

I just look down, crying at my fate. What will happen to Tim, Morty will hurt him. I can't go to prison.

" Why those crocodile tears now, love? Shouldn't have tried to defame or blackmail me and this wouldn't have happened to you. " He speaks, in a taunting manner, enjoying every single second of my misery.

" Please don't send me to prison. I really need the money, I didn't think this through. " I beg.

" You committed an illegal act, you did a huge crime. I wonder how many years you will serve in prison. Probably 10 but with my power, I can make it a lifetime. " He further scares me and I start sobbing hysterically.

" We can...can solve our matters.... In other ways. Please just anything else. " I try to negotiate.

" What do you have to offer? " He asked, interested in what I had to offer.

But the truth is I have nothing. I don't have money to offer him, and he wouldn't need it either.

" I... look at you, you're so skinny. You need homemade meals. " I reply with the sweetest of smile through those tearful eyes.

What did I even say?

" Very funny. Do you have anything else to offer? " He asks, this time very disinterested.

" No, I have nothing. I'm poor so I can't give you any money. What could a person like you want from me? " I ask him, defeated. I'm probably going to jail. But what about Tim?

" Nothing, a person like you has nothing to offer but there is always something a woman can give to a man. . " He says, lurking closer to me.

He strides so close that his breath is falling on my neck.

" Be my mistress. " He whispers and I jerk back instantly.

" No! " I exclaim.

" Fine then, prison it is for you. " He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn't blackmail him for money.

He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future.

Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it.

" Fine, I... I'll do it. I'll be your mistress. " I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me.

" Sweet, sign here then. " He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper.

He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn't he?