My Unwanted Billionaire

The following day starts off as usual until after lunch. I don’t know what they put in the burger I ate for lunch, but I am sure I have food poisoning because of it. I have been to the toilet three times today in one hour. I don’t even know how my stomach still has something to give out.

I am going to Mr. Jason’s office to drop off some papers he asked me to type. He is not in his office, so I enter without knocking. He went out for a meeting with Vivienne. I place the documents on his desk, and as I am about to take a step, I halt in my tracks. No, stomach, you can’t do this to me. I need to use the toilet right now, but I am scared if I take a step; the food in my stomach also takes a step closer to leaving my body. I take a deep breath and try to take another step, but stop once I feel my body about to betray me. If I can barely take a step, how am I going to walk to the restroom? I see Mr. Jason’s toilet, only about five feet away from me. I debate if I should use his or not. My stomach does not give me enough time to think about the pros and cons of using my boss’s toilet. Instead, my legs take action and quickly walk me to the bathroom.

After I finish excusing myself in the bathroom and while washing my hands just before I step out, I start regretting using Mr. Jason’s bathroom. Why I regret using his toilet is because of the sounds I hear coming from inside the office. I feel like I am going to puke out my intestine due to how disgusted I am.

“Oh, Jason, yes Jason,” Vivienne moans as I hear table shaking

“Yes, call my name, baby,” Mr. Jason says huskily, and I hear the sound of skin smacking against each other.

He must have slapped her ass, but how. I just heard the table shaking. Did he flip her over? Why do I care? I can hear books falling; I wonder where they are doing it. Eww, I don’t even want to know. I will never touch anywhere in his office again, and even if I do, I will have to always wash my hands afterward.

I am so disgusted that I have to listen to them have sex, and the fact that Vivienne is the woman is just disheartening. I can’t believe, after what I witnessed yesterday, she still throws herself at him. Does she not have self-respect for herself? I try my best to block out the sounds they are making, but it’s hard. I think by the time they are done, I had already puked twenty times in my head.

I leave the office a few minutes after they leave. I was so happy Mr. Jason had a meeting in the boardroom and did not stay in his office. I was perturbed I will have to spend the whole day in his office.

While sitting on my desk and trying to remove the images of Vivienne and Mr. Jason having sex, even though I saw nothing, but I heard enough to know what they were doing.

I recall where I saw Tracy from and the bracelet she was wearing that day. I can’t believe a beautiful woman like Vivienne would allow such a man like Mr. Jason to treat her like one of his hoes.

Flashback to a few weeks ago

“I don’t like this one; it makes me look like a slut” I tell Vivienne for the thousandth time today.

We arrived at the mall a few hours ago. Vivienne is the most complex human being to ever shop with. Any dress I liked was ugly to her, and every dress she picked out for me was too slutty to me.

“It won’t kill you to show some skin,” She says as she examines the dress on me.

“I think we should leave showing skin to you. I don’t think it’s for me,” I say and walk back to the changing room to try on another dress.

“Are you calling me a slut?” She asks, following behind me. She sounds like what I said made her angry.

“No, I did not, and please, can we go and eat after I try on this dress,” I ask as I take off the one I am wearing and put on the other one.

“No, we can’t, we don’t have time to waste and don’t bother wearing that one. It looks ugly,” She says while I try to zip up the new dress.

“Okay,” I say, taking off the dress and put on my jeans and t-shirt. “Please let’s eat before we hit the next store, I am hungry, and I need food. I need the energy to be able to try on dresses,” I tell her as we walk out of the changing room.

“No, you won’t die, so let’s go.” She says, walking out of the shop.

“Vivienne, I am not going to try on another dress until I eat something,” I say, following behind her.

I wait for her to tell me no or say something, but instead, she says nothing. I look at her and realize she is not even listening to me anymore. Her full attention is at someone across at the other side. I follow her gaze and realize she is staring at Mr. Jason in the shop across from us, who seems to be buying jewelry for a woman. I can see her hand in a tight fist and tears forming in her eyes. Why is Vivienne reacting this way? I suspected she and Mr. Jason were close, but not to the point that she kills a woman with her eyes because Mr. Jason is buying the woman Jewelry.

“Vivienne,” I say, waving my hands in her face to get her attention

“Let’s go,” She says, quickly wiping a teardrop that managed to escape her eyes. I am sure she is hoping I didn’t see it, but I did.

End of Flashback

I can’t believe I didn’t recognize the woman in the shop as Tracy when she walked in and realized that Vivienne is in love with Mr. Jason. Okay, maybe not in love, but I am sure she does not like the fact that she is not the only woman who warms his bed, but what should she expect. A man like Mr. Jason doesn’t commit to one woman. If you decide to sleep with someone like him, you should be ready to share his manhood with a lot of women. I actually feel a little bad for her even though she is the wicked witch of the west to me. I am a woman, and I know how it feels to want to be with a man who only wants you for your lady parts.

After a stressful day at the office, I take the bus to Amber’s house. Today is her off day and also a Friday, so we plan to hit the club. I arrive at her house after 30 minutes or more on the bus. I step out of the bus and walk for ten minutes before I arrive at her door. I knock on her door, and it takes her a minute before she opens the door.

“Hello, cupcake,” Amber says once she sees me at her door

“Hi Amber,” I say, walking into her house.

Her house is not big, but it’s not too small either. She lives in a lovely one-bedroom apartment.

“How was work today?” She asks and walks into the living room

“Horrible, I caught Mr. Jason having sex with Vivienne,” I say, taking my seat on one of her couches.

I have told Amber about Vivienne before, so she knows I don’t like her.

“Oh, my God, how?” She asks, taking her seat beside me.

“I used Mr. Jason’s restroom, and when I was about to step out, I heard them. I was lucky I heard them before I stepped out because I don’t think I would be able to face them at work on Monday if I saw them. Even with only the fact that I listened to them while they had sex makes me feel embarrassed to look at them.” I say, shaking my head to remove their sex noise from my head.

“I can’t imagine how you feel, sorry. It must have been very disgusting to listen to them moan while they were having sex.”

“You don’t want to imagine, but enough about my boss and his evil secretary. Where is the dress you told me you have for me tonight?”

“Come with me,” She says and stands up to walk to her room

“I hope it’s not too slutty” I say, following her into her room.

Amber and I’s style in clothes differ a lot. I like more comfortable and less revealing clothes, while Amber could care less if the whole world saw her naked. I didn’t have what to wear for the club tonight. Amber told me she got something for me when she went shopping recently. I can’t wait to get my paycheck. I know I will have to pay off some of my bills before I restock my tiny closet.

“No, it’s not here,” She says, handing me a shopping bag. I collect the shopping bag from her hand and take out a dress. It’s a light green spaghetti strap dress.

“I love it,” I say, smiling while admiring the dress

“I knew you would, and I am going to take a shower, and when I am done, we can start getting ready.”

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An hour or two later, Amber and I are done getting ready for the club. We are currently in a cab on our way. We are not going to the club Amber works at; we are going to a different club tonight.

We arrive after minutes of driving in the taxi; I pay the taxi driver before stepping out of the cab. We join the queue to get into the club, and after 30 minutes or so, we finally get in.

“Four shots of tequila, please,” Amber says to the bartender immediately when we reach the bar.

“Here you go, ladies,” The bartender says, after placing our drink in front of us, and winks at me. He is cute, so I smile back at him.

“Cheers,” I say, clicking my shot with Amber’s before drowning the drink in my mouth.

“What a beautiful way to start the night,” Amber says after finishing her second shot. “When does your friend get here?”

I invited Evan to join us tonight.

“He should be here already, but let me text him and find out where he is.”

“Alright,” Amber says and takes a sip of her cocktail. She ordered it once she finished her shots.

I take out my phone to text Evan but stop once I see him. I wave my hand in the air to get his attention. He sees me and walks over to me.

“Hi, how are you,” I say to Evan

“I am good; how are you doing, Eleanor,” He asks.

“I am good too, and I will like to introduce you to my good friend” I tap on Amber’s shoulder to get her attention. She was speaking with the bartender. “Amber, I would like you to meet.”

“Jerk,” Amber says with a frown on her face and cuts me off

“Hello once again, grumpy old lady,” Evans says, smirking