The billionaire lust and hatred

I sit slightly bent over to the screen in front of me, my ass aches. I can't sit with my two butt cheeks at this point; my hands are folded on my face to make it rest while my elbow is pinched hard on the table.

I've been working all hours with the documents my dad gave me, so many files of the company's fiscal reports at this point my eyes are half closed and my lips are vibrating in exasperation. I just wanna have fun at this point no work pls. Still on the screen I am tasked with checking all the financial reports of the company for like a decade or two, because I'm still not half way yet, this would take weeks to solve. I can see too many discrepancies and spaces in this report.

I wanted to help my dad with this issue. He has been on it for days now and his management are less concerned to give him a better view on the company's fiscal situation. I never intended to come to work today. I could imagine my hands still enfold that innocent strawberry dipped in ice cream. It was yesterday night actually with the remote in my hands the room was silent the silken humming sounds from the TV the dark lights the warm sheets of soft linen that covered my thighs to my feet giving that full comfy experience and the show Mistress is on, in this cool room very chilly but also warm, It could be complete if a man was here with me damn I'm too single, I've been longing for a touch since I last had sex with Clementine boyfriend she was my rival in the school days and it was sensational. Imagine his thighs roughly brushing mine with my thighs open with every thru.....

"MAM" a voice shoots sharply.

What an audacity; to speak in my presence when I am deep in my wild thoughts. I could kill the person in my front, burn their body and toss it in the bureau headquarters, I simply don't know what they're doing there.

My eye brows are neutral in a mid anger expression, my eyes lift slowly up to look at the unfortunate being in my front. Maybe I could curse her, yeah it's a she, rather a bitch. I wave my hand asking her to continue with what she was saying.

"Your dad requested your formal audience in the board room" her head bent down, her hands crossed in a humble stance, as if to say she fully respects the figure that sits in front of her, like bitch you just interrupted my wild session I take that as a full disrespect.

She left when she got no reply from me. Yeah that's what you get for interrupting.

I'm in the concourse, so spacious and cool with no noise , nobody. I stride confidently while my legs gracefully flows at the movement with precise space I'm so fucking elegant.

My dad owns most shares of this financial company so I am expected to be upfront and elegant, with my expression that says "I don't give a fuck"

I clenched the door handle in anticipation of what my father would say this time at the board room table. Of course my heart is beating fast and my mind is full of questions but I don't show it. I take my seat kept for only me side by side with my handsome looking father of course.

"We have a problem"

My father's voice is very deep in a serious tone. He adjusts his seat like he wasn't sitting well in the first place.

"Our stock is being tampered with," he continued. His gaze is still on the paper work in front of him like he is searching for answers in the paperwork and not in the minds of the people in the room.

"The level of declining shares, and faltering equity is alarming, in years I've never seen something as serious as this before."

you could see his face looks pitiful like someone that's about to lose a million dollar bet.

"Someone is stealing from us" he shoots! His eyes were still fixed on the paper work in front of him. I could hear some grumbling among the other shareholders in the room, especially those with lower percentages.

Who the fuck do they think they're to make that sound while my father is talking?

"I'm not saying the thief is here with us" he reassures them.

O yes! The thief is surely here.

My mind is already a good detective, I don't trust these sneaky thiefs.

"I feel there is a need for us to know before it gets worse, and I don't want to be left on the wrong side when it comes out fully " he says calmly.

At this point I'm attentive to whatever he says, it could be very important.

"The files before me show the dates when the latest fiscal inflow of revenue was recorded which was the last one and half decade" he stops and looks up when no one replies to him or says a thing.

Oooohh now I get why his gaze is fixed on the paper thing, it truly has more answers than we do.

"How sure are you with that paper of yours"?

I know I recognized that voice somewhere. Of course Mrs Olivia Cortez who is the only whore here in this room excluding me.

"If I recall you have most of the shares in this company so why should the faltered equity concern you". Her hands are clenching her designer bag with her fingers gently placing themselves side by side on that thick surface.

I've always wanted to know what she was hiding in that bag of hers, maybe porn magazines and deceitful lipsticks.

"My shares can be affected anyway if this fluctuating stock isn't checked immediately now". My father argues. He is sitting firmly now, his back resting fully at the high back leather chair.

He looks straight at her since she is the only share holder next to my father's percentage in the company.

He doesn't like to be interrupted when he is talking but in this case he would give it a chance.

"You're still not making sense Mr Williams, your concern should be on the company's way forward and not a little percentage that was stolen not quite long ago" her hands still on her bags like it's glued to them.

"I believe this company still has a lot to check into than just its shares not allocated equally" she continues her lips still moving slowly but very sharp.

"I would advise we overlook the issue on ground and check other important matters, I wouldn't think money would be your problem Mr Williams"? Her gaze is now switching from one person to another, you would think she is the only one speaking sense in the room.

This bitch never stops talking. I know that's what my father would be thinking by now. His smile looks like someone who is completely exhausted.

I don't know why he called this meeting in the first place. These people won't agree with your point, instead they will twist it.

"Then do you suggest we just leave this current issue and move on like nothing serious is on ground"? He raises an eyebrow in a way that he asks a question.

"Your company is safe man, don't push what isn't a problem at all" a voice uttered dryly.

Mr Fletcher who is an old ugly shaped head in his fifties.

"Don't push it Mr Willie" another voice blurted out.

Very irritating. I don't expect to know that person because I don't want to.

"You guys can't ignore the fact that your company shares is the sole figure of this company" my voice now heard more sharply and elegantly than the others.

"Shut up novice"!

"Squid for brains".

"Who asked her to talk?Very disrespectful thing?" another voice from the far end of the table.

I would kill these pinecones but let me live it for later.

"You guys would lose millions of dollars if you don't check this report and act accordingly". I continued ignoring them completely, my face looking firm at each and every one of them ass holes.

"And who are you to give that advice to?" Mrs whore says, eyes looking straight at me ready for battle.

And she would lose.

"Your boss with the highest share holder of this company". I replied immediately with a hard smirk on my face.

I see her smile gently back at me and turn to face my dad like she is hiding something but thinks I won't figure it out!

"I won't sit here and let her insult me like she is my mother". Her jaws tightened, her lips squeezed living marks of warning signs over them.

Bitch I'm your momma, and I would school your slimy brains if I have to since it doesn't want to work.

"Ignore her"!

"She has no manners"

"Her father doesn't train her..."

"Will you shut up"! I pounce back at Mr martins, yes Mr martins the voice I never wanted to know in the first place he irritates me worse than Mr Fletcher.

The meeting ended with no solution of course, with everyone shouting at the top of their voice so it could be heard than the others.

Now my father regrets ever bringing up this meeting, these guys wouldn't want to help. My father once ignored them too many times when they begged him to invest most of the company shares on fiscal assets to increase the inflow of financial holdings, which was a dangerous game for my dad at that time and would benefit them more than my dad.

Of course I never allowed my dad to go with their cunning ideas. They all hated me for it and I enjoyed every time of it.

I shift to my office to pack some paper work. Meaning I would have to work at home too.

Fuuuuuuuuck i Emily hate working at home, my mum would be in her snack time by now just chilling at the tops of the house taking in the fresh air that says Wealth And riches.

"Candy"! I cried out, my lungs already hurting from too much force used in calling her name.

Her slender body with a huge ass, fine boobs with a nice cleavage comes to me swiftly her fingers locked together in absolute submission to receive my command. Yeah bitch, I'm the boss here and you will follow my commands.

Most especially her ass, I could boss her around my room to stretch her hips up, bend her body into position facing sideways of the bed with her panties shooting out a little from the thick short skirt, my hands reaching to spank that a.....

"What can I do for you MAM"!.... She interrupts after waiting for minutes bent on receiving my command.

You could come home with me while you shake your ass very hard with thick panties on. With my pussy very wet at every move.

No wonder I'm single, I'm into women now??

"Help pack these files to my car pls". I say finally after shoving these thoughts off my head.

She does with immediate effect.

I see the one and only whore in this place Olivia Cortez. She looked in my direction then switched her gaze to my PA's body then away from my direction with a sharp smile. While she walks with her folded ass to the exit with her entourage.

I know she is hiding something, forget the fact that she looked at my PA with a flirty gaze, her smirk says it all. REVENGE!

I ignored her then moved to my Mercedes Benz S class with my folded hands forming a fist like stance moving firmly in the air like a jab as I walked to the car park space of my own.

I hate this woman to the core my mind is screaming many ways to beat her up till she admits she is a whore who fucks both men and women when her husband is in the wheel chair recieving care from the specialized care homes.

Poor man only if he knows his beloved wife opens her smelly folded ass to dicks bigger than his and sluts wetter than her. Shameful figure head.

Well I'm no better but I'm still safe.

Candy fixes her hands close to the soft seat leather at the side to drop the files on the chair, while she bent down making her skirt more tighter and seems to move up like it's about to show the colour of her panties.

Damn I almost touched her ass;

"Thank you" I said with a choked voice, I hope she didn't notice it.

My hands clench on the soft steering with every touch screaming classy. I can't believe I almost showed my weakness to candy's unbelievably hot body. I really wish I could get these thoughts off my head. I'm supposed to get married to the man of my dreams and be careful with my wild thoughts.

My relationship life is quite poor. I never made any boyfriends while in school. They all hated me because they were irritated with my over confidence and my habits of speaking the truth even if it implicated them in their relationships.

I only fuck boys that seemed to be acting all goody goody like they don't have wild cravings for sex.

Okay!! I only did it once with a boy whom I liked but I didn't have what he was looking for.

Clementine would be hating me for life.

She caught me screaming at the top of my voice moaning loudly. I was on top of him at that moment with the movement of my hips, throwing itself forth and back deep into his.......

WHOOOOSH! CRUUUNCH GRAAANG! GRAAAAASHH!

What just happened, my head still unconscious, I could see the metallic surface of my car dismantle into series of pieces I can't feel my body yet I see people rushing to my side trying to get me out of the situation I hear car siren sounds and a tumbled truck at the extreme of the other side of the road.

Did a fucking truck just hit my car??.

I couldn't feel anything, my numb body and nerve- dead limbs could not react to the people that were trying to take me out of the car. My body only sustained minor injuries. I could see my legs still in shape, I thought it would be twisted by now.

With that kind of impact I should definitely have a fractured bone. Maybe my spines, I hope not; I don't want to end up in a wheel chair like Olivia's husband.

Yeah! Olivia, that bitch she smirked before leaving the office building earlier today, looked at me like she was about to take revenge for insulting her husband and calling her a whore during the meeting earlier today. Her eyes were red with every fiber of her body pointing a dangerous look at my direction throughout the meeting today.

I could see them pulling my body out of the car, they gripped my legs gently, taking it softly off the pedals shifting my numb body out of the car seat another was holding my arm pits his hands covered my small arm holding me firmly before the two bodied men carried me gently to the ambulance.

I could see all that was happening. My eyes were open throughout but I couldn't feel anything at that moment.

"she is bleeding in her thighs Hurry!" one said

"someone should call her family, she is well known in this area". another added.

"Fuck that's Emily Williams, the billionaire feminist". You could say that again, I'm quite popular here but these people did not see me as a figure of prominence at that moment rather a pitiful sight of me to behold.

My eyes were half opened with my mouth opened a little gasping for air, my teeth are shown in a state that speaks how weak and dead I am.

I move my head a little to search my surroundings just in case, when I see the Karen bitch not quite far but in a better angle walking towards her car looking at me with her despicable smirk.

Behold Olivia!

I will surely kill her after I am healed, and I pray this doesn't affect my spines, for it would be worse. I shift my gaze away from her to check the truck that hit me, maybe to find clues or someone at least anything, only to find out that nobody was affected in that truck infact no one was found driving that truck.

Like seriously this whore used a self driving truck to hit my car??

What a Rich Accident!.

I closed my eyes gently with my mouth swiveled open and my half teeth showing out I passed out into the dark.

I opened my eyes gently, my sight still blurry, my back sunk on a soft bed with a pillow to support my aching neck when I felt someone holding my hands.

Fuck I could feel now!

Thank goodness, my spines are still working. Now heading on to plan B finish that Spanish bitch. She will feel extreme pain she won't be able to feel again, I will make her call me big mama! in full surrender.

I opened my eyes fully to see who was holding my hands as gently as ever, maybe Jesus.

For it surely looks like I'm dead.

I find a handsome man with smooth skin in a sharp suit then a gentle smile. Oooohh handsome Jesus, will you marry me??

"Why do you make a lot of enemies for yourself Emily"? The voice from the handsome face shoots.

Very sharp words, that is not a very nice way for Jesus to greet me at this point of my condition.

"Emily"! My father's call was straight and firm.

"Don't make me a fatherless man". He continued.

His hands now hold my hands tightly like aiming at breaking them because I offend so many people they want to kill me.

"Pls promise me you won't make trouble again, promise me you won't go out to make enemies with people that are more dangerous. I can't protect you anymore you're in your own world now, every decision you make now would determine your fate and not mine anymore "

He had to say that;

Like is it my fault I once smashed Olivia's car with my cyber truck after she went on media TV and called me a fake feminist who washes her ass with her bare hands with no wipe.

She went too far there. Everyone knows that I do all it takes to keep my reputation then this bitch had the guts to call me an ass wiper.

I later leaked her dry pussy on the Internet after paying an informant to do the job for me. She didn't seem bothered about it. It's like she loved the pictures and videos of her dry private and ugly parts.

I might have also seduced Mr Fletcher into drugging him the night after he was naked looking at the camera swinging his hairy dick while jumping like a drugged kid. It was glorious, like of all people did he expect me to have sex with him??

"Dad, thank you for coming to see me," I said finally in a shaky voice. I smiled back at him, showing that innocence that looked like I knew nothing of what he was talking about.

He nods then kisses my hands looking at me with proud eyes and a calm smile.

"I beg of you be careful for now, things are getting tight in the office, and I would need you at your full health in helping me tackle this". His eyes still focused on my face, when suddenly the door banged open, and the person next to it breathing forcibly.

"My baby"!

My mum screamed after she came to see me in the hospital.

Mrs Elizabeth, can you pls calm down? I'm not that weak, you know it's just a little accident. She was all over me, kissing my frail body up and down in affection, what a motherly love.

"Big head"

My elder brother John Williams walks with his hands on the edge of the bed.

"I heard you didn't die, you're too strong to be a woman. They should have named you a male gender when you were born". My mum beats his hands cautioning him to stop his battering.

"I'm fine mum" I assured my over concerned mama.

"No you need rest, I bought cakes, snacks and your favorite, strawberry dipped in ice cream"

Damn if my mum was a man I would certainly marry her.

"Hey pumpkin head"!

"I heard you draw blood from your thighs, should I punch your face whether you would draw fresh blood"? My brother smiles at me with a wide smirk, he is certainly loving this, his younger sister being beaten up by a Karen biiiiitch.

He knows it is the handiwork of Olivia.

"Shut up"! My mother stops him.

Time passed and my dad had to go home with my brother, living with only the best person in the world with me, my mum.

The room was silent and dim with each light soft enough to be gentle on my eyes at that moment while a soft and firm sound of footsteps could be heard on the hallway close to the door of my medical suite.

"Ooooohhhh my God!! Emily"!

I recognized that voice, "Olivia".

"I can't believe this was an accident" her voice is wavering like it is choking and crying.

"Why is the world so wicked"? She continued, saying it like she meant her sympathy .Then she moved close to me and placed one hand on my head then the other on my sick bed drawing her mouth close to my ear. My mum was out to get something, leaving only me in the bed.

She moves her face closer to mine trying to intimidate me but is shocked that I don't flinch. I'm a beast bitch better be careful with your next move.

"Hello slut"! She whispers in my ear.

"1-0" she affirmed.

Of all stupid things you could do, you try to intimidate me??

Then she continues to pretend like she meant it.

"Great Lord!, Satan is wicked, why won't he live this poor soul alone".

"Fuck you Olivia I will kill you myself" I whisper while she heads out the exit door.

When my mum came back, I could hear her legs making a sound of rapid footfalls, then she made a little slide to balance herself in front of my medical room.

"Who was that"? She asks her body swiftly, bringing itself towards me to check if any harm was done.

"A stubborn cat" I replied ignoring the fact that I shouldn't make a joke at this point, my mum's face was seriously thinking how dangerous It would be if I was attacked suddenly.

"Shut up"! She retorted back. "Would you be serious for once"? Her hands are stroking my thighs looking at the cut very rough but already taken care of.

I'm a strong girl she should know by now, she should know nothing can break me except myself. I'm capable of surviving in any situation, because that's what strong feminist do, and not the clout chasing ones!

The morning sun is relentless, my room is still dim thanks to the cooling cover built in the medical suite. Rich people enjoy their money, while the poor suffer for their laziness.

I could see the doctor come every hour to check my state, with my mum still close to me gumming her fingers on my neck to check if her baby temperature is normal.

"Mum I'm fine, I should prepare to go home now" I said in a low tone, my voice still recovering from the accident.

"In your dream child, you're staying here till your bones are strong". She shoots, her voice louder than mine.

"You're not leaving here"! She warned me when I attempted to say something with my mouth half opened when she talked.

"I have more work to do at home and office, dad can't be alone at the office building, not with those sneaky thiefs, they will reap him easily because I'm not there to advise him and save him from their greedy hands". My voice is getting louder now.

My mum shifts closer to me, as if she is about to take something off my eye, then she smiles gently at me, her gaze still focused on mine.

"You're still not leaving here, your dad can handle the business, he did before you came to our lives so don't fret about work instead eat the snacks I brought and shut up"!

"You're so stubborn"! She spouted with a weary sigh. "You never listened to me when I told you to get a husband for yourself and stop your feminist movement," she continued. I knew where she was going but I decided to shut up because if I talked I wouldn't like her reaction.

"When was the last time you slept with a man, you still looked like a virgin at 27"!!

"Ohhhhh mum"! I stopped her there. I could fuck any man If i had to its that easy, but no! I'm a woman of integrity. I don't get wet anyhow like so many....... hahahahaha I'm a pretty liar.

"What"? She asks, her eyes almost teary with her lips shaky like she's about to cry.

"A man more suitable and respectful to my personality will come mommy don't worry". I assured her.

But the truth is, I have a very bad personality of never giving in to any man's demands even if it was right and I was wrong. I always wanted to be right and feel powerful, I don't need a man telling what's right, like it's a off for me.

Just fuck me and get on with it, I don't need your layman's opinion. I'm a queen!

A gentle push to the door closed our conversation shut. My dad comes in looking at me roughly with a panic on his face and a file shaky in his hands.

"What's wrong"? I asked before he could say anything. I recognized that look from my father, I'm pretty sure it's not my medical reports, it's something from the OFFICE.

"Olivia was shot this afternoon by an unknown man". He starts. "And I signed a deal with the other shareholders to increase our fiscal assets and financial holdings in the real estate market".

Fuuuuuuuuck. What have you done? You've killed me dad. My mind is racing not at the first news but the second, my dad had just sold the company blindly without him knowing just give it two months those guys will reap him and he won't know it.

I turned the TV on without saying a word to my dad since he related the news. The medical TV big and enough inches showed all the fresh information my dad poured today. He has spent 80% of his company shares on the ideas of Mr Martins and Mr Fletcher.

But I'm still lost, why was Olivia shot not long when they signed the deal. She wasn't even there yet, she was shot on her way to see her husband in the specialized care home.

Something is off here. Did they force my Dad to sign the papers? I believe he won't sign the papers willingly. Shiit this is the beginning of our end.

"Olivia was shot"?

My mum's tone was wavering, and emphatic she stood abruptly after my dad related the news. I'm still in bed , shocked by the news. I can't say anything yet to my father, my mixed emotions couldn't decipher if I'm happy that Olivia was shot earlier today or that my father just signed a contract that might lead to the company on the brink of faltering.

"Dad, I want to leave"! My words were sharp, my face was poised towards the paneled ceiling, my expression showed the grimace of disgust and serious anger.

"You can't leave, your body needs healing. I don't want any unknown incident to occur"

"Dad I'm fine, pls let me leave this place now"! My voice is getting louder this time.

"You can't, don't you get my words? It's not safe outside". Like seriously this man is trying to protect me? From who? At what pace? I ain't scared of anything.

My dad turned to leave very swiftly before I could say anything, I knew he was hiding something and I would kick the words out of his mouth if I had to.

I still don't believe he signed the contract. He knew perfectly the consequence of what he did, then why of all misfortune did he decide to sign this contract? He was forced to sign those papers, I believe so, but he won't say a thing all in the name of protecting me.

Weeks passed and my frail body became healed. I could walk, then I could get revenge. It wasn't quite long when I heard Olivia died in the emergency room fighting for her life.

Who killed her?

What happened to my father?

Who is behind all these sudden events?

Why I'm I thinking it out loud? I could start planning what to do by now.

"Your brother is at home, he should be busy with your father's meeting proposal". My mum said as she gently placed my head under the car trims.

The ride was soft with every sight busy and mute, with the sound proof of the car. My dad hasn't come to visit since the last time we talked. According to my mum, my dad has been in the company building for nights, and my brother has been helpful around the house.

I know he hates this situation, he isn't a fan of rigorous work, he loves extreme sports and women especially, with his fine spun hair, his sharp and chiseled features, and magnetic attraction which could draw a naive woman to his trousers wanting every bit of him and every taste of his dark handsome world.

The luxurious sedan got to our opulent residence, its gentle tires rolling softly on the landscaped grounds, with every view screaming luxury. I love this life and I would do anything to stay in it.

"Welcome Madame" Timothy's voice was sharp and submissive. His hands clutched the car handle with a soft bow, his hands still on the handle, he welcomed both me and mum into the villa.

The empty spaces and silent rooms gave humming sounds of boredom, I could hear my brother grumbling in his room, his hands flipped through loud papers, and fiscal reports. I guess he is doing my job now that I'm frail and recovering.

"You would be a better chief financial officer than anyone else in this family, " my mother said, wearing a soft smile. She could hear my brother's loud voice cutting through the humming sounds of the silence in the residence.

We were in the living chamber looking at each other in silence, our eyes looking for words to say, when a deep screech could be heard from the parking space with a sharp snap shutting the car doors swiftly accompanied by loud footsteps coming towards our direction.

"IT'S DONE! I'M A FINISHED MAN! I'VE FAILED THIS FAMILY". My dad stood still on the ground, one hand on his waist, the other stroking his face up then touching his forehead in a fatigued stance.

"What's wrong William"? My mum slightly raised herself up her hands still on the chair handle.

"Those guys have taken all my shares, they've burnt it all to the ground".

At first I was silent, no words, my face was numb, my heart was beating fast, my words had less time for saying anything yet.

Then.

"FUUUUUUUUCK"!