A Wife for the Billionaire
Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Chapter 144

I’m pretty sure anyone in the same circumstance will do exactly as I had. I mean lie about going to the bathroom and bailing from there.

I wondered what the guy took me for, a prize to be dangled around, or a pet to be taken around on a leash. And don’t even get me started on his friends, well, I didn’t know Chad, but I’m pretty sure he will be exactly like the other two, complete jerks.

And Aaron, kissing my hand and talking about fate, please. Don’t get me wrong, he was like a modern Greek god with his gold sleek hair and grey eyes, but getting myself entangled with someone close to Richard, would be a very big mistake and the guy was an asshole right from the very first time we met, so there’s that.

When I left, all I wanted to do was go back to the Blake Mansion and crawl into the covers, but I couldn’t. Not without entertaining an endless trail of questions from Alicia and her daughters.

So, I did the only rational thing I could think of. I called Millie and she directed me to where they were. Emily was indeed there, even Vera, then Felicity, Tera and Millie. They were like a girl gang, always meeting up from time to time to talk about their life issues, work problems and of course, relationship matters.

Vera had been a bitch through it all. Whining about how I had sneaked my way to Richard’s side and now to her gang. The girl was totally smitten by her boss and I wished she would see that he was never going to see her in that light again. She was past tense to him and the sooner she realized that the better, but I didn’t tell her any of that. Not that there was any chance for it, they drilled me on how I managed to change the billionaire’s mind about hiring a personal assistant.

I simply told them about my vast knowledge of the fashion world, my sartorial intuition which even Vera collaborated on, though she spoke of it like it was voodoo. They were sorta disappointed when I told them that I didn’t have any infatuation towards Richard, "he’s so unbelievably hot", they had kept saying. Even Tera, who’s gay seemed to think he was.

It was infuriating that people found Richard attractive even with his very unattractive attitude. Perhaps, they are so obsessed with his looks that they don’t see or notice his ugly side. I, for one, sees that part and yeah he’s hot, but that side of him kinda dulls it for me. Like when I’m looking at him and thinking, "Oh my God, he’s pretty hot". My mind goes, "Yeah, but he’s also a stone cold prick" and that, believe me, dulls it.

We talked about a lot of things before I left. They were all jealous that I got to be his wingman, always near to him, traveling with him, attending social events, but they didn’t know I didn’t really find it as exhilarating. The experience, yes. But with Richard, hell no. The guy was a total jackass, and the worst is that he doesn’t even care.

Like now, as we drive to the airport, he’s yet to apologize for last night. It’s worse that he was a total douche, but then he had to be friends with douchebags as well. Asking me to dance like I was a fucking stripper.

When I got back to the Blake Mansion, Alicia and her daughters were watching some island show where random people get matched and all that bullshit. At least, the show always had them enraptured. All Alicia asked was,

"How was it?" taking her eyes away from the TV for a second.

"He introduced me to his friends and then asked me to leave, just like that"

I made it sound like I was pissed, and I guess I was. I spent an hour and 39 minutes with the girls and he didn’t call once or shoot a text inquiring where I was, or if I was stuck on the elevator or something, it was as if he didn’t care. And I guess I should get used to it if I was to be working with him.

"Get used to it, these people are billionaires. They don’t care about people like you, never forget that. Perhaps you thought he would fall for your looks, but believe me dear, he has dallied with far more prettier girls, well, goodnight." And she was back to watching her show again, especially when Mira kept screaming, "Oh my God! mom, did you see the look he gave her, he’s totally smitten"

I dashed up the stairs. Spent an hour choosing what to bring, what to pack, it should have been easy, but the guy was too judgy and very picky. He could give me hell if I didn’t look my part. But that’s the fun thing about it, getting to watch him squirm and fret.

He certainly didn’t this morning when they came to pick me up. He just looked at me and said nothing. Like he did last night when I took off my coat, but he had most definitely stared. Before pretending that my look was something he got to see everyday.

Perhaps it was and Alicia was right, the guy had seen and played with girls that are surely prettier, like Rosa.

He must’ve had a lot to drink and barely enough sleep, cause he had barely said more than two words to me. And the two words was "Get in". He had grumbled them, making me rush into the car.

I think he’s sleeping. It’s hard to tell though with his dark shades, but with his head tilted back like that, he really must be.

...

Last night was wild. I don’t really remember most of it. Because we partied hard, we drank, we smoked and we snuffed.

But I remember Aaron constantly asking if he could fuck Sofia, he had fretted when she didn’t come back. Saying it was his fault for asking her to dance, but I think she would have left even without that.

It would be weird having her there while we partied and besides it was supposed to be a boys night. I also remember telling Aaron not to fret that I had sent Sofia away. I had told him that going to the ladies room was the cue, the cue we had agreed on after I introduced her to them.

They believed me of course, but what had really quelled Aaron was the promise that he could fuck Sofia if she gives him consent. Which I know she never will, and that’s sorta why I made the promise in the first place.

It was good to see a glimpse of the old Chad, the less mopey one. He partied like never before and as much as I knew it was to help him forget Zara, I was glad and that made me feel good for the plan I already had in store.

It was around 4am when I woke up and realized that I was still on the terrace. My friends snoring beside me. So yeah, we had slept there. The wind was cruising by, the night sky blinking with stars and New City stretched out like a mirror reflection of the night sky except the stars were golden.

I had staggered my way to the entrance where one of the hotel drivers gave me a ride to Tall Springs. I managed to get an hour and 50 minutes of sleep before Lanke came to wake me up. Folake had packed my bag. And by exactly 6:20am we were on our way to the Blake Mansion.

The bitch had kept her promise of making me wait longer by staying 5 minutes before appearing from those heavy oak doors. She wore a green corporate gown, at least that’s what I could see from the space of her black coat as she descended the stairs.

The thing with hangover and not getting enough sleep afterwards is that it tends to make one grumpy and very ill-tempered. I had yelled at her to get into the car when she froze at the doorway staring at me.

I guess she had every right to. After all, I was a sight for sore eyes in my heavy wool coat, my dark shades and my posture. Gone was my macho look and care for appearances. Those weren’t necessary anymore around her, she had seen a lot of me since the first day she walked into that elevator, even caught me having a blow job, so yeah I think we were past the appearances.

Besides I had hired her and she had signed the contract so whatever she saw will remain with her. Not to mention that I was her boss and I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, even sleep in my own goddamn car.