WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Fanny crunched the apple as soon as it came handy. He was well seated in his private lavishly gold-decorated bedroom, naked and watching keenly at the two busty, thick, long-haired, big buttocks; escorts kiss each other and finger their vagina, moaning with excruciating desire as they entertained him.

At once one of his security breezed in. “He is here, boss.” He said and Fanny stared at him sternly and waved at him to bring in the visitor.

The shooter walked in briefly and stood, staring at the escorts who were now sucking their bulged nipples, and possessing the room with their ear-splitting moan.

“You are not here to see escorts,” said Fanny throwing his stare at the shooter, “Hope you came with good news ,” he remarked and raised a flute of Italian cocktail, “Drink?” he obliged and the shooter took it from him and sipped.

“I have good news,” he said after sipping for the third time.

Fanny smiled in anticipation, gulping his cocktail and looking away from the escorts as one was sucking the vagina of other, fingering her vagina all along. “Tell me the hell you raised down because I can smell smoke,” he said.

‘Ruby is dead,” he lied and sipped uneasily.

Fanny was startled and he scowled before his lips curved in smiles, “Did you take his damn nine lives because he is a die-hard cat,” he sounded, his eyes rolling in pleasantness.

“Nobody can survive my bullet not when I have your name on it,” the shooter said, his attention being drawn to the escort that opened her legs and flashed her red vagina at him. “I shot him and watched him pump to the ground,” he lied yet further.

Fanny’s face was beamed with smile; there was no stopping him now about reclaiming his love, Opula. As he smiled his thought started running; but he had told Ruby to let go of his woman; he had never been so much in love in his entire life and it was shocking that he was drawn into it now which was evident in his decision to murder Ruby. Never had he thought a day would come when he would spill blood for love. “Rest on Ruby,” he said, raised his flute of cocktail in the air. “Rest on, friend,” he sounded again and smiled at the shooter for slaying perfectly his nightmare. He stretched to his briefcase; unlocked it and piles of dollars came in sight. He took out many bundles of dollars and tossed at the shooter. “For a job well done. He that works must eat,” he said.

And the shooter grabbed the money and forced into his bag. He was all smiles as he appreciated Fanny.

Somewhat Fanny had read the lust hanging in his eyes towards the escorts. “Also he that shoots must fuck. Either of the escorts is yours. I want to see you fuck so I could know how perfect you shot at lover boy Ruby.” He demanded and beckoned on one of the escorts to come forth.

The escort advanced before the shooter, held his head and pushed it to her vagina, allowed him to have a smell of her vagina before any other action. Quickly the shooter lifted his prey, pinned her on the floor, bent her over, undid his zipper and directed his penis into her, from behind. He spanked her buttocks as he banged her with his teeth clenched and veins in his whole body bulging out as one that was in the gym. Fanny watched on, sipping his cocktail and keeping his gaze and ensuring he didn’t miss the show. The escort started trumpeting her moan.

Ruby honored his late security with an expensive funeral. Opula was in sunshades with eyes welled with tears, and long face, stood next to Ruby as they laid the remains of the security to rest.

The impact of your husband in my life won’t be forgotten in the sand of time,” Ruby said to th e young wife of his late security.

Her countenance fell greatly as she wiped a tear that leaked through her yes.

Ruby slid out a cheque, “This is a cheque for one million dollars. See what it can do for you,” he gave the woman and added, “Should you need anything please ring me.”

The woman collected the cheque, and Opula patted her on the shoulder and started breaking words with her when Zhang walked to Ruby and dragged him by the arm for a private talk.

“I don’t need to tell you the bullet came from Fanny,” he whispered to Ruby as soon as they tucked away from earshot.

Soon Johnson joined them, “That night he walked out on us was the beginning of his pot of poison,” he said.

“I know,” Ruby replied, “The apple doesn’t fall far from its tree.”

“I suggest you give up his woman,” said Zhang, keeping a long face.

“Yes,” added Johnson, bringing out cigar to light.

Ruby raised a brow, “come on guys on whose side are you? We played a game and I am enjoying the benefits.”

“Falling in love is not part of the benefit,” Zhang said. “Fuck her, spend money on her and let her go back to her man.”

“I am not stopping her from hating me either. She loves me, we are in love,” said Ruby.

“I don’t think so. Tell her what led to the one month thing, the game and she being the prize of the game, everything. She is gonna hate you and neither will she love Fanny. Everyone loses, it is better than this war,” said Johnson. We are billionaires and not soldiers.”

“I am sorry to disappoint you guys. For all I care he can cancel Christmas on my ass but I am going to hit him hard. We are in love, and in love there is no negotiation. I am ready for the war,” he said walked out on them, dragged Opula by the arm as they made to the Rolls Royce limo.

Johnson looked at Zhang and said, “We will dig two graves.”

Zhang added, “Hell no, three graves, because I will kill her if I lose my friends.” He said and brought out a cigar to light.

“Should we involve Ziu Lee?” asked Johnson.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Not yet,” Zhang replied.

THE RAGING WAR…