Billionaire’s Heir

I stepped out of the car and hid in one of the cars parked in the garage so I could get a clearer view of the mysterious woman. Immediately she turned towards the place I was hiding, I got the tremendous shock of my life

“Meghan”

” what the hell is she doing here,” I asked myself

“How did she get entangled with Damian? I have always known that she loathed Myra but I thought it all ceased in college.

” Could it be that she doesn’t know Damian is married?” I shook my head that’s not possible, for her to be fucking a man of his status means she must have done her research on him.

” The Meghan I know is cruel and malicious and her heart is like the angry sea of Poseidon”

” Gosh,” I remember vividly how she always wants to befriend every dude that comes from a wealthy background. She is a gold digger that pursues and forms a relationship with any affluent person while her sole aim is your money. Even if it means gracing your bed. She is a greedy slut.

I couldn’t wrap my head around what was going on. I just stood motionless staring at them till they got into the car and drove off.

I finally regained my sanity and decided to trail them. I had to get proper evidence, and I hurried to my car to follow them but I was caught off by Frank who had arrived at the club and was waiting for me in front of my car.

” Wrong timing” I decided to text my private detective to track down reasonable information about them. Then I made a mental note to call my private detective much later since I was with Frank and I didn’t want him to find out what was going on. At that moment I lost interest in having fun. All I wanted to do was talk to Myra and pacify her. Just maybe hearing her voice will change my mood. If I’m feeling this way, how then will Myra be feeling?

“Poor Myra” I sighed indistinctly

I couldn’t concentrate but Frank wasn’t buying my idea of us going back home after bringing him out of his space then I wanted to blank him out. He wasn’t having it and I decided to indulge him

We walked into the bar with the urge to get tipsy that night, Pushing our way through the mob of already drunk and non-drunk people that were blocking the entrance. We made our way to the VIP section of the club. Low sensual music was playing in the background as the dim multi-colored light blinked frequently, slanting my eyesight.

I took a seat on one of the large empty couches and Frank sat beside me while we ordered three bottles of Don Julio tequila, the first step of drowning ourselves in liquor. I sat and watched the strippers dance on the pole. Two scantily dressed strippers approached Frank and sat with him, one of them wanted to make a move towards me but I waved her off. They started caressing their hands all over him, Frank was relishing the moment, I know the feeling this is something I always do to relieve stress but tonight is different. I wasn’t in the mood to be pleased. All I felt at the moment was rage. Watching them pleasuring themselves it felt like my anger was slowly building up and the only way to calm myself down at the moment was to look away from them and focus on something else. The drinks soon arrived and I started drinking. I opened the first bottle of tequila and gulped it down directly from the bottle as I gaped angrily at the many people that filled the club. Everything about today seems to be unpleasant. I woke up this morning in high spirits, went to the office, had a bit of a busy day after working my ass off, came back home napped a little before I woke up, and realized I had a dinner date and quickly dressed up for it.

Getting to the restaurant Sheila was not close to what I imagined from her obscene dress and her wild makeup was a turn-off for me. And the way she was shamelessly trying to woo and have sex with me it was disgusting. I am angry with Mum for setting me up on a date with her, the fact that she is from a reputable family doesn’t mean she is disciplined.

” Sheila is a real description of uncouth and tacky”

When I left her in the restaurant I planned to come to the club and drown myself in liquor and probably get a girl and get laid after the nerve-racking stress of the date. Till I got the shock of my life not quite long which changed all the initial plans I had.

I finished my first bottle of tequila and dropped the empty bottle on the table at the same thing a lady walked up to me. She’s one of the strippers that was performing on the stage earlier with her feral makeup and her mesh net transparent dress that reveals her matching bra and panties. She sat beside me biting her lips seductively at me before placing her hands on my chest and caressing it slowly while maintaining eye contact. I grabbed the second tequila and opened it and drank from the bottle while staring at the stripper.

She noticed my attention was on her and that encouraged her to explore more, she raised her leg and placed it on me, roosting me gently. I watched her every action with interest before she was now fully settled on me. Towing her closer I grabbed her boobs, fondling them gently. Then she placed her second leg on me and climbed me, Now sitting on my legs, She drew her head closer in an attempt to kiss me.

Just like a flash, the thoughts of Myra crammed my mind, and whatever alcohol that got me intoxicated left me immediately and my sober self took control of the moment and I shoved her out of my body. I felt bad more like I betrayed Myra, I should be feeling bad after what I saw but instead, I was selfish to allow my urge to take control of me.

I turned and yelled at Frank but he was too engrossed in the act of foreplay he was having with the strippers, I watched as he kept finger fucking one of the strippers while sucking and hand-fondling the boobs of the other one. And they were moaning loudly forgetting they were not in the hotel room. I groaned and cursed lowly when I saw I couldn’t get his attention and I closed my eyes in annoyance just then an idea struck my mind and I decided to try out the trick and know whether it will work.

I tapped him fiercely on the head and luckily I was able to get his attention. Looking up and noticing I was the one that cut short his delightful moment. I could tell that he was annoyed by the interruption.

” You know you just interrupted something intense right now?” he inquired, gritting his teeth in anger before facing the strippers who looked at him with wants in their eyes.

” You know you could always pick one of them” Frank muttered, noticing my prolonged stare.

“Sorry bro, I’m leaving. Can you finish up quickly so we can go together?” I pleaded

” Nope cuz, I’m not leaving till I have a taste of their honey pots, besides we didn’t come together, I can always find my way home.” He saidNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

” Fine,” I muttered lowly and I picked up the second bottle of tequila I was drinking and headed to the entrance. Taking one last glance at Frank I shook my head and left the club.

On a normal regular day, I would have been in one of the private suites, fucking the brains out of any of the sluts here, but today my thoughts were clouded by Myra.

I heaved a sigh as fresh air hit me as I strode outside the club. Inside the club smelled of sweat and alcohol and I was delighted to breathe fresh air again. I took a big gulp from my bottle and walked towards the car. I removed my suit jacket and threw the jacket and the bottle into the car before entering inside and driving off.

” It’s been one hell of a night,” I muttered

The ride back to my house was slower than usual. I spent my time thinking about everything that happened today. I finally arrived at my gate and took out my gate remote controller and opened the gate before entering. I packed my car in the garage and took out my jacket and the bottle of tequila locked the car and made my way inside the house.

My house is quiet as usual, it’s late already and the domestic workers have gone to bed. I have instructed them to always go to bed early and not stay up waiting for me.

I opened my front door and made my way inside, switching on the lights inside. I noticed that the chef had left my food on the dining table. I walked up to the dining table and opened the dishes, noticing he made pasta with pesto, feta cheese, pine nuts, and spiced shrimp, one of my favorite grubs. But I wasn’t hungry. Or shall I say, my present mood made me lose my appetite? Closing back the plates I left the dining room and went upstairs to my bedroom.

I entered my bedroom and stripped naked before entering the lavatory. I walked in and heated the water on the jacuzzi and added the lavender shower gel before entering inside and relaxing in it. I closed my eyes slowly as my body relaxed under the moisture.

My shoulder dropped down as I began bathing myself under the soapy water. I finished bathing and brushed my mouth to avoid the lingering smell of alcohol.

I stepped out of the bathroom into my closet where I picked out an off-white colored pajamas. I finished dressing and walked out of the bedroom to the study room.

I got to my study room and picked up my laptop from the table and went to the couch to reply to some emails. But first things first I need to call Myra and check on her.

I dialed her number and she didn’t pick up on the first ring, I assumed maybe she had gone to bed but I decided to call again the second time just maybe luck will smile on me. After a few mins, her soothing voice came up, I introduced myself and we started talking though I noticed she wasn’t comfortable having Damian as the topic of the discussion.

So I stopped querying her and invited her out for dinner which she reluctantly accepted. I was so excited when she said

“Yes”

It will also be a chance for me to meet her daughter Aria, I have always wanted to find out if she took after Myra or Damian in looks. I will be deceiving myself if I say I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the mini version of Myra. I couldn’t help but smile to myself

” Finally I will be having a secluded moment with Myra,” Yippie!!!

I couldn’t even focus on the emails I wanted to reply to, the joy I felt at that moment was inexplicable. I closed back the laptop and dropped it back on the couch. Then I connected my phone to the music Bluetooth speaker and Selena Gomez’s Song “The heart wants what it wants” came on. I sat back on the couch listening to the music, it felt as if the music was speaking to my soul, about my present situation and I couldn’t help but reminisce back to how I have turned down many women because of “Her”