The revengeful billionaire; love lies and power

ALEX's POV

I still remember how life was when I first came here. I was always a shadow of myself and I came to drink myself away, I just wanted to die that time.

But now, life and the whole world was making more sense to me, and I came to do what I loved the most - work, meet people who could help me work better and also discuss business, not because I was going to die.

There was nothing that interested me, like business and making money. The smell of those new notes to my nose was a huge turn on to me but there was still something missing. Not just one thing, but there was something that made my heart ache when I wanted to smile brightly, or when I feel I was on top of the world.

Maybe if I knew what that thing is, I would no longer have any issues and I would be free as a bird, happy as a child.

Now that I was still stuck in so many thoughts of how things could be better for me, I walked down slowly from the noise which filled the room, and went to the bar attendant to fill my groveling belly, craving for some whiskey.

I turned to see the room filled with so many people talking at the same time, with their glasses to their mouth, and I turned back to see what looked like the most beautiful thing ever.

"Maybe it is just a dream", I muttered to myself as I turned my head right back to the crowd and turned it back slowly, hoping to see the bar attendant again, but I saw this beauty staring at me in a more intimidating manner this time, his smile was intimidating, and it felt as though I would be completely swept off my feet if I stired a little more at him.

I have not seen this face before. Not once throughout my coming for professional meetings, so I was sure that this was not a business tycoon like I am, he probably was a slut who just came here to seduce the ladies, just like other prostitutes.

"Hi m'lady, have you noticed why the whole room is lit up tonight? Well, no surprise it's that way because of your beautiful smile" he said, blinking at me, in some kind of seductive way and I knew that my fears were true.

I tried to ignore him, firmly letting him know that I wasn't his kind, but he would not stop, he was unrelenting with pouring out the drink for me, and licking his lips to show me how interested he was in me, even beyond what he had to serve me.

"You know I could serve you so well here, and there", his eyes went to the direction of the toilet and the other room, and I knew immediately what he was referring to, but I still did not get up and walk out on him, maybe even give him a slap before I go, instead I felt my pants got wet with his words.

This guy was hot! And I could not help but feel so different when he spoke to me. Every one of his words and his gestures had so much effect on me, more than I thought it could.

What was so different about him?

He was dressed corporately like every other person in the room, in a white suit, and even though I could not see his shoes, I knew it would have as much luxury as the suit he was putting on.

The aura around him was one that spelt out beauty, more than being handsome. His lips were shiny as his eyeballs and they looked so soft from afar that my thoughts wandered into if they would be the same way on my lips.

His nose was not too pointed, but broad like his chest were, and to crown it all, his chest was left open, the white shirt he wore in the white suit was not well buttoned so his chest was visible and he looked just like a snack.

It felt as though he noticed my eyes were all over him as he said "You look so beautiful too" and he smiled gentlemanly but it still gave off the vibe of a lion who was able to tear me apart.

Maybe that was what I wanted, or the alcohol I have been taking from him to avoid eye contact with him was making me so drowsy already. This could not be the Alex of the Thompson's Empire, the brave and fierce lady who all her business rivals feared.

Maybe this was what has been missing the whole time. Maybe this was it.

"Ethan" he said, his eyes more fixed on my cleavage and I found myself aching forward to show him a little more of it, I was determined to give him all he wanted to see, and have a full of it.

"Alexander, but you can call me Alex" I said, satisfied that he liked what he was seeing, and with that, he walked officially to my side, leaving my mouth wide open at how breathtaking he was.

He was about 6'4 inches tall, and that was just so perfect for me.

"Let's talk more" he said to me, and the next twenty minutes found me saying all sorts of things that I wasn't even sure I meant to him. I kept telling him how good looking he was, like I have never seen a man before.

In that short time, I told him how much of a business lover he was, and I knew I was more than tipsy, because I was even sharing to him a few details on how I wanted to crush my competitors and he just enjoyed what he was hearing, saying less.

"I love you" I finally said, and it felt as though I had been keeping it in my heart for so long and I just had to let it out.

He just stood up and looked around briefly, before he bent down and whispered to my ears "Let me usher you to the other room, m'lady"

I stood up gently with knowing eyes, but ignored whatever agenda he had for me because I felt it would be good and I cannot regret it. Man was looking too good to be true.

At that moment, I sent a message to my driver and my guards to go home, and assured them I was fine, and thank heavens this was not the first time I would be doing this, so they were not so surprised.

ALEX'S POV

It felt as though I was twitching from ecstasy in my sleep. That was how good it felt.

"Wait! What happened?" I sprang up from the bed I laid on, and seeing myself unclothed in a room that was not my own was not funny at all.

"How did I get here? What happened to me over the night?"

My head banged slightly from the hangover of the too much whiskey I had from yesterday's night, and I feared I had done something really out of place to be feeling this way.

I was still trying to remember what had happened the day before with my head shot up, when I noticed that someone had gotten up from the other end of the bed and my fears seemed true immediately.

As my mind drifted on how that could be and who could be lying next to me, I got a glimpse of what might have happened last night.

I could hear myself screaming from my drunken state into reality and I could still feel his huge manhood enter into my vaginal giving me a feeling that I have never felt before now.

Of course, I was no virgin, but there was a way his strokes brought a painful but sweet sensation that I craved for even now, but I could not still remember what had happened, or even who I had done all of these with.

"Maybe I just need to rest my head" I said but to my greatest surprise, I saw a familiar face walk into the room with a tray whose contents were not visible to me, but his big smiles and grins filled the whole room.

At that moment I became paranoid. What have I done? I knew this must be the one who I was having all sorts of feelings for, but why would I feel this way? Afterall, it is just a one night stand.

I remember his beautiful face from last night, but I felt irritated that I allowed alcohol to take all of me, making me lose my mind while trying to make decisions for myself.

"Hey sweetie" he said, not understanding the room or seeing how hot my face was, maybe he thought that I was blushing when I looked at him, but my face was hot red in anger, as my head felt as well.

What would happen to my reputation if it is discovered that I have one night stands with men who I know nothing about from a business meeting I attended? What would become of me?

I ignored his greeting and took my eyes from his bare chest quickly because it was seductively alluring to me, especially what bulged under the white towel he wrapped around his waist.

"Was he not tired? Could it be that he wanted more? Did I want more?" All these thoughts kept me from thinking straight and it came more when I stared at him, so I made attempts to get off the bed, but I couldn't because I was almost completely naked.

"Could you turn your back, I need to have a change of clothes." I said defiantly to him as I expected him to do that immediately, but he smiled mischievously as if trying to tell me that he had seen me naked already and there was nothing to hide, and that further infuriated me.

I felt like throwing something at him, and I just wanted him to bleed because he felt he had me already at his wisp and that was wrong. He could not be too sure that I was just some cheap girl who would fall for him, after all, he doesn't even know who I am. I am Alex. And even though I wasn't Alexander the great, I was great in all the things I did.

In less than a minute, I was done dressing up and he was still facing the wall, he had reluctantly agreed not to see me change my clothes and I wondered what I would have done if he had not agreed to turn his back.

Thankfully, he did and he was unusually quite that I wondered what would be going on in his mind at this time, and I somehow weirdly wanted to see if he still had his mischievous smile on.

"Alex!!!" I called myself back to order, after realizing that I was not only lost in thinking about him even when I had just been rude to him, I was also staring at his back, looking for what was not lost.

I noticed how broad his back was, and flawless. It was different from anyone I had ever seen, and I just knew that there was something peculiar about him even though I could not place my hands on it just yet.

His turning back gave me enough time to think about what next I was going to do before leaving the clubhouse.

"I am done" I said when I had taken my bag up and was ready to leave, and I knew he would turn back to me, and he did, so I threw some money on the bed next to him, without even allowing him to talk and avoiding eye contact with him.

"I don't understand, what is this about? Why are you giving me money?" He finally said more than two words in a sentence and I could feel the anger stirring up in his voice.

It was obvious that he was trying to be a gentleman and maybe I was pushing him farther than he could take, so he had no choice but to react, but there was nothing else I could do here.

"Just forget about what happened between us, take this money and don't let us ever meet again" I said as I walked out of the hotel room.

It was the best thing that could happen, and my best defense, that I had gotten him for the night and I paid it for his duties. It was worse than saying I really became drunk and slept with a stranger for the first time because I couldn't control my alcohol intake.

As I stepped outside, I could still feel his eyes on me, and I wondered why I still had a form of regret about not going back to have one more or two more rounds with him.

He was good, I could feel it in my bones, and I was even far from being embarrassed by that feeling, but I soon started to feel embarrassed when I was walking out the door and seeing people stare at me, I wondered if they knew what had happened the night before and if they knew who I was.

ETHAN's POV

I watched her walk majestically from the hotel from my window and I couldn't help but smile brightly, because she was everything I had expected her to be and at the end of the day, even so much more.

Alexander Thompson. A business tycoon, young and mature, a go-getter, fierce, powerful and wise. She could easily be feared by her competitors because she knew what she was doing, and she put it in their faces every time.

Not for once has she backed down on any case she was fighting in court, and not for once has she lost any. Was she an attorney? No. But when she is taken to court, even with the most incompetent attorney, she would win every case.

She just had her way around everything, and maybe now my heart as much as she had gotten her way round my groin.

It was quite unfortunate that she could not remember anything from yesterday's bliss, maybe it had its own good reason because if she knew just how good she was to me, she might bury her head in shame for life, and not be able to talk to me again.

I was surprised at how she opened up so easily to me yesterday and from what I had heard about her, she knew how to take in alcohol, so why did she begin to talk so quickly?

It wasn't even up to 20 minutes, but it was one good time of her life. I wonder how she would feel like the day she sees I am a big business man myself and not some kind of bartender like she assumed me to be.

I had only taken over that position because I was trying to get her attention, one I was not able to have since all these while that I have been chasing her, and it surprised me to know that she did not even know that I have been on her trail.

She could not even recognize me, and I would not blame her, especially since it made getting into her pants easy for me. Maybe she thought I would blackmail her sometime in the future, so she gave me this money to shut me up, or give her enough right to kill me in the future, in case I opened my mouth.

I watched as she drove away, and I knew that we would be meeting soon. I did not need a soothsayer to tell me that.

And alas! My thoughts were just on point, because I saw her phone lying helplessly on the table. She had forgotten it in her rush, and if there was one thing I knew about Alexander, it was that she would not come back for it, so I would have to take it to her.

I rushed into the bathroom quickly to get dressed, but decided against wearing the same suit from yesterday, so I went to a shopping mall first to have a change of clothes before heading down to her office, hoping that she would have gotten there.

By my calculations, she would have to go home first to freshen up, but the Alex I knew was not one to rest at home, even on a Saturday morning, so I knew then that she would be going to work right after.

ALEX's POV

"Ah!" I gasped out when I got to the parking lot and discovered that my drivers and my guards were not there, and I wondered if they slept in the car, then quickly went to stretch their body, waiting for me to come back.

But then it flashed back to me that I had asked them to go home, because I was going to take longer than usual at my meeting.

This was not the first time I would tell them this and they would have easily felt that it was because I knew they had a family to be with as well, so I let them go home.

Either way, I am grateful that I remembered to do that, but I then wondered what would have become of me if the stranger was trying to hold me hostage. If he had tried anything funny, I would have gotten no one to look for me and get me out as soon as possible, but I am glad he did not.

I resisted the urge to look back one last time at the clubhouse and hotel that has given me so many memories in one night that I would not forget in a hurry and I drove out to my house as quickly as I could.

It was already past 7am and I got to work before 8:30am everyday, so today should not be an exception as well, no matter what happened.

Maybe this is why I cannot afford to get married yet, I would be distracted from achieving my 1 billion sales per year goal and this would slow down my rapid growth and success.

My parents thought otherwise anyways, they wanted me to be settled now so that I would not have so many men troppiing around for my money, but I was not interested after trying out a few relationships.

I got home and noticed that there was no weird reaction from my driver and guards, which meant that everything was under control, as they were already set to take me to work, but my parents were worried as hell.

"Alex, my dear, what happened to you? Where have you been? Why did you not take our calls? Did you know we were worried sick about you? Especially when we heard already that your meeting ended early yesterday" my mom said with concerned eyes when she saw me.

"I am sorry, I did not know when my phone rang yesterday, I was fixed up doing something entirely different so I slept at the hotel." I did not want to lie, and I did not have to, so I simply did not say the full truth.

"You did not think you should have informed us at least before making that decision, or even your drivers who you just sent a text to?" My dad said, sitting calmly as always, not moved around like my mother, or at least he was not showing his anxiety.

"I am so sorry, I forgot." I simply said as I made an attempt to show them that I was going to be late for work if I did not get going now.

"Sweetie, don't you think you should rest a little then?" Mom called out to me as I was rushing back to my room to get dressed for work, but my dad shook his head, which gave me the approval of hurrying up, and doing what works for me. After all they knew how much I loved to work, but I wondered if they did not notice that there was something different about me this morning.