WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Chapter 36 She is my girl



Fanny locked hands with Opula as they walked out of the hotel room and entered the elevator. He stared at her lustfully in the elevator and Opula noticed it but kept to herself. He stole a glance at her bust that pressed onto her blouse so ruggedly that layers of gold at that region seemed to be falling out soon. He hadn’t noticed her dashing figure until now; and he wondered if the gold dress was responsible for it or his eyes. He had had heavy wine and smoked a few sticks of cigar while in his hotel room, and nothing was there for him to do than thinking about making love to Opula. At the time he had fancied her courage and integrity, but argued if Opula believed he was in love with her. He had seen the confusion and indecisiveness in her eyes, and her body movement had warned him not to touch her- maybe now but not ever. He guessed she was still taking her time to know him better before allowing him into her life. He had better plans for her and hoped she wouldn’t play the folly like many girls that he had fallen for did. He had history of girls who came into his life only to steal from him and suck a crunch of his wealth. He could count countless of girls that wanted to walk him down the aisle only with the intention of filing for divorce later and getting half of his wealth as alimony. At the moment he saw Opula as one of them and endeavored to play safe.

They arrived at the last floor of the hotel and three security personnel were already waiting for them.

“We will first visit the club,” he said to Opula, staring at her peer figure; how tiny and fragile her waist was and the mountain of hips upon which she stood. “We will need security because of my fame.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Have you been attacked by enemies before?” asked Opula, and she argued if his source of wealth had a question mark; she had never seen a young man so wealthy and seductive to behold. What actually is his source of income? He had mention ICT but I doubt it just as I doubt his love for me. I am not just comfortable loving him, I just wish there would be a turnaround later; she thought.

“Em, not really, but everyone needs to be prepared at all times. You never can tell when the enemies will strike.” he said, and smiled at her. “Do you have issues with the security? Are they too hostile? If you disapprove of their looks I can send them away and bring another. With ne nothing is impossible to afford.”

Opula stood winking and blushing. She raised a brow. “They are good to go. I am just inquisitive to know if you have gotten into trouble. I am just showing care and concern,” she said and wanted to withdraw her last statement; she would not want to give the impression of a ambitious lover. As she got her heart ready for Fanny she wouldn’t want to make him think she had no value and integrity to protect. Her fear had also been the disparity between them; a poor girl who was trying to survive would be scared of having a thing with a cute billionaire. He had all the money to pull all the girls in the world, so why would she be in the same box with money-perfectionist as this? She never had budget for love but revenge. Ziu Lee had been on her revenge list and nothing in the world- not even Fanny or all the billionaires in the world would stop her.

The security pressed a button and the door to the club opened. The whole place was rowdy, filled with people dancing to the song blasting on the background and drinking their best of heavy wine, and frolicking with strippers.

Fanny and Opula stood at the entrance, “Yes, yes, welcome to the club lounge,” Fanny said and peered at her, he offered her his hand and she held onto it and they started walking hand in hand. “It is a one thousand capacity lounge with a sound proof wall and underground safety hall.” She looked at her again and noticed she was glaring around, seeming not to pay attention to him – Opula had been looking out for Ziu Lee; she knew Ziu was based in Kowloon but by some random mistake he might appear in Beijing for pleasure. She saw many rich men with their security tuck away, drinking and having the feel of the night.

“Hello, you seem to be absent minded,” said Fanny, pausing and holding onto her hand.

“No, no, I am – I am,” she stuttered, “I am with you. I am just overwhelmed by the beauty of this place,” she said and gave a contagious smile which made Fanny to smile back.

“You can say that again. “Over there is a channel which is automatically connected to the water fall outside. Once there is fire outbreak in this lounge it will open automatically and quench the fire in sixty seconds.” He said and dragged her hand as they walked out of the lounge and appeared at the garden.

Opula had been staring behind all along; a certain rich man struck resemblance with Ziu. She almost unlocked from Fanny’s hold to have a clear stare at him. But it wasn’t Ziu. They almost looked alike; same height, face and hair color. Fanny noticed she was much distracted and he asked, “Is anything the problem?”

“No, no,” I am just happy to see this wonderful edifice. Come on can’t I feed my eyes,”

“Oh yes you can,” he replied.

And she added, “The garden is awesome. This is bliss,” she touched a flower and plucked it and pinned it in her hair.

“This is love garden,”

“For lovers?” she asked and sat down and he joined him.

“Yes, it has a wine bar just like the club but it is more quiet and beautified with flowers. I always come here to have quiet time.” He waved at the bartender, “Do you care for drink?”

She shook her head and in a jiffy their orders of Spanish white wine with ice was served. He watched as Opula drank and became heavy in the head. By the time he took away the wine she was already drunk, and throwing up on herself.

He ordered the security, “Make the way ready I will take her into the room.”

One of them wanted to carry her and he protested, “Don’t worry I will do that,” he said.

“But sir, she is messed up. You can’t carry her. You are the boss,” The security complained.

“She is my girl. I said I will do that. Now get out.”

In a moment he had managed to carry her into her room, and paused to wonder as he wanted to undress her while she lay in bed. Opula needed a bath; to freshen up and he was really available to do that. He started undressing her; her big breasts came in sight as he removed her gown, and he stared her down to her flat tummy, hairless vulva being divided by a red thong, and thick smooth thighs. Carefully and gently he removed her thong and smelled it; and it smelled of bur berry. When he lifted her on his shoulder, her big buttocks flashed in the mirror. And he swallowed hard, noticing his erection was building in his trousers. At once the tap and shower started splashing; he had started washing her.


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