The Billionaire's Misfit

Sophie woke up in the middle of the night to discover that Kingsley was not in the room. "Kingsley, where are you?" She called out in a soft tone. Sadly for her, no one responded.

Tired of calling Kingsley, she stormed out of the bedroom and saw him sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Happy birthday, my world". Sophie greeted Kingsley with the sweetest words. She tried kissing Kingsley, but he ignored her.

"What is it this time? What have I done wrong?" Sophie cried. She never expected such an attitude from him.

"It's not you, it's me."

I'm having a difficult time with my inheritance. It's messing with my head. Kingsley lamented.

He stood up, pacing around and returned to Sophie. Today is my birthday. I'm scared the company might not be handed over to me. My grandfather is a weird old man. I don't want to lose this opportunity of a lifetime.

Sophie sat beside him.

She sighed and wrapped her hands around his shoulder. Don't be too hard on yourself. It's no news that the company is your birthright.

Kingsley let out a deep breath and turned to her, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm, "Do you know what that means?" Sophie, if I win this, our lives will change forever.

"I know, darling. Enough talk about this. It's your birthday, and we gotta make it worthwhile. Sophie encourages him.

Kingsley is the best thing that has happened to her after the death of her parents.

They've been together for three years now, and everything is perfect.

Although her best friend Pamela does not like Kingsley. She feels Kingsley isn't meant for Sophie.

Sophie bit her lower lip and looked away. So many thoughts were running through her mind.

She had fifty thousand dollars left of her late parents' savings.

She intends to use it to get him the car. Kingsley had always dreamed of having a birthday gift and a surprise party at his workplace.

Thank you so much, Sophie. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," Kingsley pulled her into a hug, and soon he was kissing her.

"Thank you so much for everything", Kingsley murmured in between the kisses.

"Now, let me drain your strength before I leave for work."

"Oh, Kingsley, not now, please" Sophie giggled as he carried her into the bedroom for some beautiful moment.

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Sophie woke up late in the morning and discovered that Kingsley had left for work already.

She had a quick bath, got dressed and gestured for the bank to withdraw all her life savings so she could get the gift for Kingsley.

She planned to surprise him at his workplace and invite him out for a special dinner for just the two of them.

Sophie arrived at Kingsley's grandfather's company and was directed to his office by the receptionist.

She got to his floor and saw a lady sitting at a desk typing on the computer in front of her. She assumed her to be Kingsley secretary.

Hello. Please, I'm here to see Kingsley.

Do you have an appointment?? The secretary asked her without looking at her.

No, I am his fiancée. I came here to take him out for a private dinner in celebration of his birthday.?

The secretary looked up at her before saying. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't let you see him without an official appointment. However, there is a party celebration happening at the Blueroof Lounge for him."

Sophie got to the venue and watched as Kingsley was announced as the new CEO of the company this morning.

Sophie was happy that Kingsley's dream was being fulfilled. They had both looked forward to that.

Sopihe was dressed in her best dress. A sexy black dress with puffy hands and a slit on one side to showcase her beautiful shapely legs, paired with silver heels.

Kingsley loves her wearing this special dress; he said he can't control himself anytime he sees her in it.

The party looked more serious to her than a mere celebration of Kingsley's achievement as the CEO.

The calibre of people she saw and their dressing screamed wealth and glamour. She felt inferior in their midst while searching for Kingsley.

"Where could he have gone?" She asked herself rhetorically as the voice echoed back to her.

Sophie is quite aware that her fiancé is the celebrant. She heard his name on the lady's lips as they gossiped about his handsomeness, which made her jealous.

She wanted to remind them that Kingsley was already taken.

On a second thought, she guessed they were gonna find out soon enough when they saw her later with Kingsley.

She moved around and found Kingsley chatting with a group of men and women who looked so wealthy.

She smiled as she headed his way.

She was not looking and mistakenly stepped on a waiter carrying a tray of drinks.

The waiter slipped and the drinks fell, with shattered glasses on the floor. The waiter glared at her with anger on his face.

The whole place became silent like a graveyard. Soon enough, she became the centre of attraction.

Sophie felt like the ground should open up and swallow her, as she apologised to the waiter on the floor.

"She doesn't look like she belongs here. Her dress is so cheap. I wonder who she came with?" Sophie overheard a lady's voice.

She looked up to see a blonde lady speaking beside Kingsley, while Kingsley glared at her with disgust on his face, without defending her.

Whoever dares to bring a low-class person like her to this party does not deserve to be seen here.? One of the men close to Kingsley also spoke out, as he looked down on her.

Sophie was about to introduce herself as Kingsley's fiancée, but the words she heard next shocked her to her bones.

Sorry guys, she is my house help. I guessed she came to deliver what I sent her.

Kingsley spoke loudly to the onlookers and signalled her to follow him outside.

Sophie stood there, frozen, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes, hoping it was all a terrible dream.

"Did Kingsley just introduce me as his maid... or am I dreaming?" she whispered to herself, still in shock.

Kingsley, noticing she hadn't followed him inside, walked back and grabbed her roughly, dragging her toward the exit as laughter and whispers echoed around the party hall.

"I guess the bitch wanted to know what it feels like to be among the elite. Poor thing. At least she got served hot," one of the guests whispered with a sneer.

Like a scolded child, Kingsley pulled Sophie to a quiet corner away from the others.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed. "Who gave you this address? Are you here to embarrass me?"

Sophie could barely speak. Her voice trembled as she looked into his cold, unfamiliar eyes.

"Just look inside, Sophie," Kingsley said, pointing toward the party. "What do you see? Do you see anyone dressed like a clown the way you are? Even the hotel staff are more presentable. What a shame."

Sophie looked through the glass doors. Inside were beautiful, stylish women in designer dresses and confident men in sleek suits, laughing and dancing under the chandeliers.

She turned back to Kingsley, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Kingsley, please... I'm sorry about the scene with the waiter. I just came to congratulate you and give you your birthday gift. I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"You called me your maid," she added softly, her voice breaking. "How could you say that in front of everyone?"

Kingsley scoffed. "This just proves we can't be together, Sophie. We're from two different worlds."

"You love this dress," she argued, tears slipping down her cheeks. "You used to tell me I looked beautiful in it. That's why I wore it-for you."

"Things aren't the same anymore," Kingsley said flatly. "I've changed. I'm now the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. I dine with elites, with business tycoons. My life has evolved. And you, Sophie... you don't fit into it."

She stared at him in disbelief.

"I'll give you a million dollars as compensation once I inherit the rest of the company," he added, coldly.

Her voice trembled with pain. "Is this really about them?" she asked, pointing toward the people inside. "Where were they when you were nothing? When you had nothing? I stood by you through it all."

"We built this dream together. And now that it's real, you want to throw me away like I never mattered?"

"I appreciate everything you did for me, and I won't forget it," Kingsley replied, emotionless. "But we can't be together anymore. Please stop coming around. I don't want my new friends to see you or know I ever associated with you."

He turned and walked back inside without another word. Sophie watched as a stunning blonde greeted him, looping her arm through his like they belonged together.

She walked to the car-the one she bought for him with her last savings-and sank into the driver's seat, sobbing uncontrollably.

Three perfect years. All thrown away in minutes. There had been no warning signs-nothing to suggest he'd stopped loving her. He barely said the words, but she believed in the way he used to hold her.

She turned the key, started the car, and drove out of the hotel, her vision blurred by tears. She needed to escape. To forget.

She pulled up outside a bar, got out, and walked in. The music was low, the lights dim. She ordered whiskey and drank it like water.

The bartender slid another bottle across the counter with a fresh glass.

She poured herself another shot and gulped it down, the burn at the back of her throat almost comforting.

With each glass, her heartache dulled.

Her head throbbed. Her vision blurred. Fear gripped her-she didn't want to go blind, but she didn't want to feel either.

"Hey stranger... you've had too much to drink for someone just having a bad day," a smooth, masculine voice said beside her.

She turned to the man sitting next to her. He was dressed in an expensive black tuxedo, his eyes intense and magnetic.

"You're so... fucking handsome," she said, her voice thick with drunken boldness.

He smiled slightly. "Can I take you home? This isn't the place for a beautiful drunk woman. You need to be safe."

His tone was soft, protective. He wasn't like the others staring at her with hungry eyes. He felt... safe.

Sophie glanced around and saw the lustful gazes from other men. She was the only woman in the bar, and her dress didn't help.

She looked back at the stranger and smiled, reckless thoughts swirling in her head.

"I'll go with you," she said, leaning close. "But only if you promise to fuck me until I forget the pain."

Daniel was rendered speechless by Sophie's words. He usually did not frequent bars. According to him, only the irresponsible visited bars.

However, his car had broken down on his way back from a business trip.

His driver, Dre, told him to go inside the bar and relax while he got the car fixed, since the bar was the closest place to where the car suddenly stopped.

Daniel had barely sat down when he saw a beautiful lady in black walk in and order a bottle of whiskey.

He felt attracted to her.

She looked like someone who needed a bit of attention.

He also noticed she was crying, so he let her be. She needed to sort out whatever was bothering her so she could feel better.

After watching her get drunk, he got a call from Dre that the car was fixed and ready. But he couldn't just leave her alone there.

He had noticed the men around keeping tabs on her with their lustful eyes, waiting to devour her.

Like a perfect gentleman, he approached her and offered to drive her home.

She turned her head to look at him. That was the worst torture to his self-control.

Being close to her was driving him insane with need, especially when she looked at him with her soulful eyes.

"Hmm, you're so damn handsome," he recalled her seductive voice that stirred his sexual urge.

He became hot and felt his body respond to her. She was practically undressing him with her eyes.

Daniel's penis almost sneaked out of his pants. He was aroused and nearly made love to her at the bar.

He had never lost control over a woman before.

He had dated women more beautiful than her and had never had this reaction, even when they were naked in front of him.

He led Sophie to where his car was parked. Dre approached them, opening the backseat door of a black Benz. Daniel helped her in and followed.

"To the suite, Dre," he ordered, and before he could say anything else, he felt her lips on his.

At that point, it dawned on him that all she wanted was sex-nothing more.

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Sophie woke up in the morning, surprised to find herself in a strange room.

She heaved a deep sigh when she noticed she was not in her bed-or Kingsley's bed.

The bed she was lying on was the most comfortable she had ever slept in.

She tried recalling what happened the previous night, amid the slight headache she was feeling. All she could remember was Kingsley's humiliation and breaking up with her.

She recalled ordering a drink and planning to drink herself into forgetfulness.

Then it occurred to her-someone had approached her, and she had offered for him to "fuck her until she passed out," and then kissed him in the car.

"Holy moly," Sophie gasped, clutching the duvet so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"What have I done to myself? A one-night stand? What the fuck was I thinking?"

She sat up immediately and looked around the room.

She muttered to herself and forced herself to sit up-and that was when she saw the sleeping man.

She froze.

He looked more handsome than she thought he did last night.

His hair was as neat as a newly ironed dress. She also recalled running her fingers through it.

There was a bite mark on his smooth neck. She remembered doing that-she had bitten him, but he didn't complain.

She grabbed the duvet tightly as flashes from the previous night returned.

She remembered how he had carried her out of the car into the elevator.

How she had kept kissing him in the elevator until they reached his room's floor.

She hadn't stopped there, kissing every part of his face and ears until he picked her up and carried her into the room.

He took off her heels and tossed them somewhere on the floor.

She had giggled at his actions and started removing his tie and shirt, while he unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers.

The sight of his erection made her gasp-it was bigger than she expected. She wondered how it would fit inside her.

He removed her gown and flung it somewhere in the room before suckling on her nipples with his mouth while his arms trailed downward to her vagina.

She widened her legs to welcome his elongated penis into her wetness, craving his touch as she moaned from the sensation of his lips on her breasts.

She was soaked and wanted him badly.

As if sensing her thoughts, he began fingering her clitoris, making her moan louder.

He kissed her deeply before delving his fingers into her vagina.

She blushed like a virgin remembering how he took his time with her, handling her with gentleness and care-as if she were something breakable.

She hadn't been treated like that in a long time-not even by Kingsley, her first and true love.

Sophie quietly climbed out of bed and looked for her clothes. She dressed quickly and silently so as not to wake him.

As she opened the door to leave, she turned to glance at the man sleeping peacefully, memorizing his handsome face.

She knew she would never see him again-even though they both knew each other's names.

She hoped to cherish the memory of the best night of lovemaking she had ever experienced. What a shame it had happened in a one-night stand.

She only wished this one-night stand would help her forget Kingsley in a rush.