Chapter 3

(Jack's POV)

I rested my spines on the headboard of my master bedroom as I quaffed down an alcoholic drink, watching my male Personal Assistant run some programs on my new software. 

I had ordered him to follow me to my mansion after our normal working hours and he had no choice but to heed because he knew what I could do to him if he defied my order. 

"Drrz drrz…!" his phone kept ringing. He surreptitiously keeked at me and I gave him a withering stare. He shut his mouth instantly when I saw he was about to talk.

I gulped the alcohol but I decided not to swallow it. I wanted to teach him a lesson so dropped the bottle of alcohol on its designated gray and dawdled toward him. 

"I apologize, sir, it was my wife, sir," he shivered and fear outlined on his face as he jolted upright. That was what I loved to see on people's faces. Fear! 

I spat a portion of the alcohol on his face and drizzled the rest all over his body. "Aaaouch!" he yelled when the alcohol penetrated his eyes and I smirked.

His screams almost blocked my eardrums but I was not satisfied. I wanted to do something that is much more painful to him because I had warned him to switch off the phone when the phone rang thirty minutes ago.

I collected his Android phone and smashed it on my tiled floor and he was still writhing in pain when Jane, my cute twin sister barged into my room. "What is going on here, Jack?" 

"The last time I checked, my room was not a showplace you can just barge into anyhow?!" I snapped at her and gave her a 'what are you doing here?' look and she grabbed it.

"I was passing by your room when I heard a shout. I thought it was from you so out of adrenaline, I just had to enter. Didn't know it was from your stubborn P.A," she analyzed, smiling at me

I ignored her and climbed on my bed as I lay supine. "Clean that place, you idiot and get out of here before the count of three."

"Yy-yes sir," he cried as he tried to open his eyeballs which had turned red and swollen and he instantly hurried out of the room.

Jane sat at the edge of my bed, she tilted her body forward and began to tickle my feet. "Stop it, sis!" I chuckled as my body vibrated.

Whenever she did that, she always made me feel like a baby. Our mum used to do that to me and when she died, my sweet sister took her place. She was the only person I could confide in.

Whenever she did me wrong like the way she barged into my room earlier, the anger I felt for her would flicker away after seconds because I could see our mum inside her and she knew how to appease me. 

In fact, I allowed my sister to make choices for me and one of the choices she recently made for me was to sign a contract of marriage with David's daughter since his loan repayment date had elapsed because I needed an heir.

She was the only one who could make me laugh or smile and every other person was just a toy to me and I do not care about them unless they brought me a deal that involved a lot of money and would profit me.

"I have wanted to ask you since yesterday what you and David had concluded on the contract agreement," she uttered as lines of concern etched on her face.

"That idiot has not signed yet nor has he replied since that time," I spoke in fumes and I paused as I adjusted myself.

"I have been lenient enough with that bastard and in two days, I will mercilessly take over his cheap company and send him and his daughter packing out of that scrappy house if he fails to pay back tomorrow or sign the contract." 

"Chillax bro, do not get fussed up. Do not let David get into you. He is not worth it and I know he would have no other option than to marry his daughter off to you," she said as she comforted me with her words.

"You know the worst part? That ugly bitch with a pointed nose is not even beautiful. She is not my spec. Why would you even choose her?" 

Jane had the ability to make me sound like a baby sometimes. She was like our mother, the only difference was that she did not win her love before she died and they were reasons.

The last time I had a formal meeting with David and our lawyers, one of his files fell on the floor and Jane had picked up the photo of his daughter which flew off between the pages of the documents. 

She was sweet enough to request some time and reminded me that I could marry the lady and get an heir from her since it was obvious that David might not pay back. It was a brilliant idea I thought so I flowed with it.

"You can not tell from a picture alone. However, you do not need to love her, bro. All we want from her is an heir and after that, you're done with her!"

I ignored her last statement and got out of bed. I started to feel the desire to make out surging inside me and I knew it was the effect of the alcohol I took. I didn't even drink much.

"What is wrong with you, Jack?" she inquired as she raised her eyebrows.

"I have to be somewhere, right now!" I fired at her and she quite knew where I wanted to be at this late hour.

I quickly changed into a black hoodie and black pants. I requested her to help me with a pair of black sneakers from my footwear shelves and she got confused. "You have thousands of sneakers here, which one do you want?"

"If you had a man, do you need to ask him which one he wanted before you choose one for him?" 

"Ohhh!" she exclaimed and picked one of my favorite sneakers and when she brought it to me, I slipped it on immediately. 

I grabbed my car keys, my phone, and my mask and I sprinted to the door. I turned to wink and revealed my pearly whites to her. "Do not forget to tell that idiot to clean up that mess.!" I pointed to the floor and dashed out of the mansion.

***

My driver drove me to my usual spot at the speed of lightning and one of my men who had come with another car rushed to open the door for me and I stepped out of it. My body was blazing with fire.

"Get 'em outta here," I ordered the bartender to make everybody leave when I tilted my mask to the side to reveal my face and he did in no minute.

Fire! Fire!" the bartender screamed as he turned on the fire alarm and my men in their masks also helped him to usher everybody out.

I hated noise and I hated people that were not up to my caliber to be enjoying where I was. "Get me a hot package for tonight!"

"Yy-yes ssuh," he stuttered in fear, and after a while, he came back with a sexy slut in her bikini. She was wet all over and I could tell she had just finished swimming, most importantly, she was my spec!

She kissed my hand and a jolt of electricity sparked in me. I collected the key to my usual room from the bartender and carried her in my arms as she chuckled. 

When we got to the room, I locked the door and removed my mask. On seeing who I really was, her mouth went agape just like every other previous sluts and she stood transfixed as she removed her hands from my broad chest. 

She screeched and took a race to the door on her high heels but I halted her in her tracks. "Where did you think you were going?!"

"I didn't know it was you when he told me I have a client, sir?" she was referring to the bartender. 

"Please, let me go, sir," she pleaded as she knelt in tears and her plea fell on my deaf ears.

"I do not want foreplay, what I need is to drill down your hole and you can get the fuck out in the morning!" 

I dragged her to the bed and I showed her why I was called the ruthless billionaire that did not give a damn about others but his sister!