A Wife for the Billionaire
Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Chapter 143

I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself. Millie was right, eyes will pop when they see me looking like this.

I may look like a slut, but I didn’t care. My life was taking a turn and I was happy about it. Besides, it was all in the mind, if you believe that wearing something to show off your perfect figure is slutty, then it is. But if you believe it’s just a cloth complimenting nature’s gift to you, then that’s exactly what it was.

I like to think I’m a fan of the latter, even though I don’t quite feel comfortable with others thinking of the former. After all, nobody likes to be called a slut, no matter how high or different they think of themselves.

A car honked outside.

Lanke was here. I took one last look at my face, the tone and cosmetics Millie had packed for me were perfect. I almost couldn’t recognize myself. I latched my coat, grabbed my coat and headed downstairs.

The Blakes were having dinner when I came down. They glared at me as I made for the door, Mira was cutting her pork more fiercely as if she was quarrelling with the meat.

"Sofia dear," Alicia called, just as I was about to open the door. "I know your mom was a slut and of course she’s a part of you, just don’t make the same mistakes she did."

I had no idea what she was talking about. My mom wasn’t a slut. And before I could point that out, she added, "Don’t get pregnant, okay?"

Her girls burst into laughter. And that was when I realized that she was talking about the cover story. According to the blasted thing, I was a mistake. A mistake made by a slut who got herself pregnant for Mr Francis Blake. And of course, that was the story her girls knew.

The car honked again, huffing at them, I left. A black car was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, carefully I made my way down the stone stairs in my high heels with silvery metallic finish.

At the foot of the stairs, Lanke had exited from the car and was standing by the door. He looked smart in his white and black uniform.

"Good evening Sir" I greeted.

"Nice to see you again, olori omoge. You look beautiful"

"Thank you" I said, appreciating his compliment and chivalry as he opened the door for me.

I almost stumbled face flat as I saw Richard. He lounged just a seat away, looking fine in his tight fitting black polo, dark jeans and shades.

"Right on time, you must love parties," he said.

"Remind me to keep you waiting longer next time" I returned, arranging my coat as I sat, so he wouldn’t see what I wore underneath.

"It’s good that the benefits of this job are finally getting to you, next time huh? And what are you wearing, a trench coat like seriously, that’s the sexiest thing you picked. I can only wonder what your attire for work will look like from hence. Perhaps your idea of slutty is this, without anything underneath, am I right?"

Even though he was acutely wrong, I couldn’t ruin the surprise, not yet.

"Perhaps you would like to check and find out"

"Oh really, so who are you looking to seduce because clearly I wouldn’t be roused even if you drop naked."

"Believe me the feeling is mutual, my crevice will immediately turn to a desert the moment you strip"

Lanke cleared his throat and we both fell silent. He was an elderly and it was wrong to be saying all that in his presence, even if he was the driver.

...

We remained silent, the bitch staring wide-eyed at the streets flickering like fireflies as we sped by. And I had only spoken when Lanke asked where we were going.

The Crystal Palace.

That was where the boys had selected for my farewell party, even though I will be gone for only a few days. The hotel was worthy of its name as we approached. Tall and towering towards the clouds, its crystal-like glass body shimmered and sparkled. The lower levels glinted green, the second level gleamed alabaster and the last level, sparkled green and alabaster in its polygonal structure.

"Lanke, you can retire for the night. We’ll be fine" I told the middle aged man as he opened my door.

"It’s fine, I can wait"

"No and it wasn’t a request, Lanke. Take the car, we will order an Uber if at the end none of us is sane enough to drive"

And I matched forward, signaling Sofia to follow.

"Welcome to The Crystal Palace." a man, obviously a concierge in his milky white and green uniform, greeted.

I barely acknowledged him as I tried to make my way in, but I halted when I heard Sofia ask,

"Aren’t you going to take my coat?"

"My apologies, miss. I’m really very sorry, I was just trying to keep up with your partner"

"Oh no, he’s not my partner. He is my boss. Here, keep that safe" Sofia said, offering the trench coat to the concierge.

I think my mouth slacked as I stared at her, underneath that trench coat, was the hottest I’ve ever seen her look. She wore a sequined thin strap fitting gown that hugged to her curves, showcasing her toned physique. On most, the gown would be considered a shirt, due to its daring length, but not on a 5 ’4 like Sofia, even though her thighs were mostly exposed.

With her hair loose around her shoulders, the faded gold earrings on her ears. A black choker on her neck, she was not only hot, she looked like a slut. A slut I won’t mind fucking.

As a VIP, which I suppose made Sofia one too by default. We were led by the concierge, on a red carpet path that wind through a lobby that looked like we were walking inside an emerald. Sofia’s gown turned green even. The path led to a silver plated elevator. Sofia glanced around, but she did it subtly. I knew she had never been to such a place, but she acted like she had. Looking, but never staring. Once again I was glad I hired her, the girl as annoying as she was, fit the role to perfection.

My phone began buzzing as the elevator climbed upwards. I knew it was either Aaron or Chad and there was no need for picking, when I was just an elevator ride away. The elevator opened to a hallway that had polygonal walls of alabaster and emerald green. We were on the last level. The concierge led us down the hallway, we mounted stairs, alabaster and emerald it went, opening to a terrace. It was more like a balcony actually, but it was more spacious, the hotel building still stretching a few more length at the very center like a sleek octagonal crystal, except its walls were mixed, alabaster and emerald.

The city stretched, like a dark sky with gold twinkling stars. The terrace was partitioned all round the sleek width of the crystal-like structure, eight in totalz I guessed. My friends were on the second partition.

They yelled greetings when they saw me even though I was yet to cross the silver rail that acted as a door to each partition.

Three girls in masks were dancing and rocking Aaron, while Chad sat, watching.

"Who’s she?" Chad asked as he saw Sofia.

"Guys, this is..."

"The girl I’ve been telling you about," Aaron interjected.

"Oh yes, the jerk, why am I not surprised?" Sofia mused.

Ignoring them, I introduced,

"Guys this is Sofia Blake, my newly employed Personal Assistant and Sofia, this is Aaron Wald and Chadwick Ramsey"

"Nice to meet you" Chad said, while Aaron came over and kissed her hand. He had dismissed his dancers. They sat on a curvy sofa like a sickle before a table that held bottles of wine, whiskey, vodka and even an ashtray.

"So, Sofia, that’s your name? Beautiful name and damn you look sexy" Aaron said to Sofia, who nervously bobbed a response.

"Why is she here, Rich?" Chad asked.

"I wanted you guys to know and not find out like others on Bogue’s Weekly issue or the Internet."

"No, I think you wanted to show her off," Chad began, "to show us what a goddess your PA is"

"Show off?" I scoffed, "I don’t know about that, I mean she’s alright, but not really worth showing off."

Sofia glared at me as Aaron said,

"Say whatever you want, I’m just glad you brought her to me. My dear" he turned to Sofia, still holding her hand, "This is fate. We are meant for each other"

"What?" Chad asked incredulously, "Since when did you start to believe in fate?"

"Since it made our paths cross again" was all Aaron said, kissing Sofia’s hand again. The girl looked uncomfortable.

"Fine, let’s get on with it" Chad exasperated. "We’ve already wasted enough time"

"Dearest, why don’t you dance for us?" Aaron told Sofia.

"No," she said, releasing her hand.

"Rich, you’re her boss, command her to do it" Aaron said.

"Just let her be, Aaron. She’s not a stripper" Chad said.

"Hey guys, I really need to use the ladies room. I will be back" she said.

I allowed her to go, not that she even needed my permission. The bitch always did what she wanted, like not returning. She simply left from there and before I could figure out that she was gone, it was already too late.