A Game Of Deceit with the Billionaire

The early morning breeze skimmed across my flushed cheeks and my heart fluttered in anticipation as I held the gift box in my hands. I stealthily made it into the palatial compound and my eyes filtered past the shrubs, standing tall on each side of the pathway that led to a giant entrance door.From the corner of my eyes, I sighted my boss sneaking out of what I assumed to be their backyard. I turned to face her with a warm smile that graced my lips and she waved, looking like a doll in her Mickey mouse pajamas.She glanced over her shoulders and back at me, causing her brown hair to whip her in the face as she scanned the massive compound again to ensure nobody was present. "Hello!" She whisper-yelled and crinkles highlighted the sides of her blue eyes. "He's still asleep, what about the saxophonist?""They're outside, I wanted to come in first to make sure it's safe," I whispered back, feeling giddy. "Get them in." She collected the gift box from me and I rushed back to the gate

"What do you mean?" I asked, sizing him up with utmost disgust as he stood before me, clad in a pair of jeans and a white polo T-shirt. "Mama," he began, darting out his tongue to wet his bottom lip. "The thing is I'm not in love with Lola."My eyes narrowed into crinkled slits as I drilled holes into his forehead with my molten gaze; bile rose in my throat. "B," his gruff voice tickled my ears and ran a cold phantom finger down my spine. "You're the one I'm in love with."The volcano in me erupted and waves of anger wracked through my body. Acting on impulse, I raised my hand in the air and let it fall, striking him in the face with all my might. "How dare you show up your ugly face to feed me with lies?" I snarled. The force of the slap tilted his head down and he shut his eyes, tightening his dental bone."Babe, give me a chance to explain." He locked gazes with me once again and I couldn't deny that he was pleasant to look at with his white skin deepening to red on his cheek f

His head was bent and his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. He looked even more handsome than I remember and he seemed to have gotten a fresh haircut. The sides of his hair were lowered and his beard connected from the side of his head to his mustache, looking like they were securing his face in a box. My stomach tied itself into knots, and I gulped. "Alright, I'll take it from here." He dismissed the secretary with a wave and she left. My fidgeting hands pressed themselves against my thighs in a bid to dry off the sweat that made them clammy. "Your name is..." He trailed off, dropping his phone on the desk and raising his head to meet my gaze. "Vanessa," I answered, not missing the glint of shock that flashed in his eyes when he beheld my face. "You..." He drawled, knitting his eyebrows into a quizzical frown. "Sit."My legs shook internally as I maneuvered my way around the chair opposite him and sat, chewing onto my bottom lip with heat spreading up my neck and devo

I took one glance at the mirror to make sure I was good to go. I had on white office pants which hugged my thighs, making my hip dips even more pronounced than they used to be. A black Zara top was perched on my upper body and my hair was allowed to cascade down my back in curls. Grabbing my handbag and a small grocery bag which I had folded Cole's sweat pants and shirt, I dashed out of the house and left the locking of the door to Shelly. She had woken up with a fever this morning and she had phoned Lola to give her the day off. "Trenton's Inc!" I yelled to the moving cab and it stopped, reversing to where I was. "Where did you say, babito?" He adjusted his Gatsby hat on his head as he bared his gum at me. "Trenton's inc." "Get in." He gestured and I did that, hoping I'd reach there on time. I glanced at my wristwatch and it was seven-thirty! It was going to be my first day at work and I was already late. I drummed my fingers on my bag, occasionally glancing out the window, loo

I pulled up short when I got out of the building. I rested my palms on my knees to catch my breath as my vision became clear. My hand went up my chest to steady my uneven breathing, the man beside Sheldon and Mr. Arnold had been smoking a tobacco as fat as two of my fingers fused together, and I was very sensitive to smell. I stood, straightening my back and hoping my actions spiked Arnold's doubt for Sheldon. My plan was to get Lola's dad to not sign Sheldon's contract, but I disgraced myself instead. He was going to pay for calling me puppy love."Vanessa." A familiar voice seethed, tugging onto the strings of my attention. "What was that stunt you pulled in there?" Sheldon walked to me and pulled up short when he was a few inches away from my body."What stunt?" I asked, playing dumb.Sheldon knitted his eyebrows into a frown and glared at me. "What. Was. The. Meaning. Of. What. You. Did?" "I'm sorry, I thought you weren't aware of who I am, so why are you speaking to me?" I fir