WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Ziu lee was very much eager to discharge the clients he was with at the time Opula showed up her face and locked eyes with him. The adrenaline in him pumped so much that he couldn’t wait to know who the dashing lady was.

When she walked into the lounge, her security accompanied her and Ziu raised a brow at once. He was fascinated to see a lady in Kowloon that moved around with such heavily, armed security. He was stunned, perplexed and trapped right then.

“You can standby,” Opula commanded her security and they obeyed immediately. “Sorry about that,” she tendered her apology, smacked her sensual lips and hoped the mountains of lust on her body would do the magic.

With a warm handshake she introduced herself, “I am Opula,” she said, smiling cheek to cheek, and still arguing inwardly if she was dreaming or not; if the billionaire whose palm was hooked to hers was actually Ziu or not; the same billionaire that murdered her friends and stole their hard earned software ten years ago. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Do I still need introduction?” Ziu Lee uttered smiling back at her.

Opula cursed inwardly; bastard. To hell with your pridesNôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Formality demands that,” she said forcing a smile that meant toxic than friendly, and expecting him to let go of her hand by now.

But the billionaire’s palm was still hooked to hers, “I am Ziu Lee, Chinese richest man and number ten in the world. Do have a seat,” he pointed to a lone French sofa beside him, and watched as Opula sat down and crossed her spotless thick legs.

“Thank you,” she said. “That of being the tenth richest man in the world is not yet known to the public,” she affirmed.

He etched a smile across his face and rubbed his nose to remain bold, “in few months time Forbes will assess my current net worth and give me the crown and recognition of being the tenth richest man in the world.”

Opula nagged in her head; oh really that is If you will still remain the CEO of Ziu Tech

“Nice to hear that,” she said, uncrossed her legs, parted it, displayed her well shaven vagina before her beholder and stretched to the table to pour her a fluteful of red wine and then relaxed her back in the sofa with her vagina lips still in display.

“I – um,” Ziu struggled with his words, stroked his hair which Opula noticed was perfectly bald so she wondered what he was stroking. He cleared his throat and fought to look away from the position between her legs. “I was thrilled some minutes ago when I heard you announce your bidding fee for my shares …” he said and argued that she was having a lingerie across her vagina or not.

The light spinning across the club was intermediately casting a beam of light on Opula and he seized such moment to investigate his view and to check if what he was seeing; the thick pale meaty lips between her legs were just vagina or something attached to it.

“Oh thank you very much. Everyone knows Ziu Tech so it would be an honor to buy shares of the company that has value and future.” She sipped her wine and knew her charm was working out now because Ziu adjusted to a position perfectly meant for his accurate view of her vagina lips.

But it wasn’t going to be for too long. She thought it wise and engaging to cover her legs now.

“Oh so sorry,” she apologized to Ziu as she stared between her legs and shut them at once by crossing her legs. “I am so sorry sir, for sitting carelessly,” she apologized yet further and expected his attention to relocate to her bust now.

“Oh no, no, no, you don’t have to apologize. I mean we all make mistakes OK.”

“Oh so thoughtful of you sir, thank you,” she replied, gulped her red wine and fetched yet another one.

“So what do you do for a living, I can’t stop being thrilled at the shot you made over there. Only a few women can pull that through without the help of some sugar daddy, or influence of their ancestral wealth.”

She dragged a smile, “Oh really,” she snorted and caught his gaze on her bust now, and possibly nipples that almost pulled out

“Well I am a senior staff of Microsoft.”

He raised a brow, adjusted himself and grinned, “Are you kidding me? Do you Microsoft? World number one software?” He wondered and was forced to have a flute of wine now as he reached to it and poured a fluteful for himself. With a sip of it, he said, “sentiments aside, it is my pleasure to meet with you. Your boss is my mentor and I can’t wait to achieve the tides he has achieved.” He stretched out his palm to her for another warm handshake which she accepted with a smile.

“The pleasure is all mine,” she said and unhooked her palm from his, even when he wasn’t showing any interest to let go of her fragile baby-like, soft palm.

“Oh come on, I am the happiest man on earth right now. Oh my world!” he exclaimed as excitement clouded his face. “How I wish I could work with you for just a day and have a close mentorship. You know there is this software I created ten years ago. I call it Monkey’s software. Initially I created it to siphon money from any bank account within five seconds but then it would be criminal to launch such software so I remodeled it to have the capacity to secure bank accounts from cyber criminals.”

“Oh yeah,” she replied, scowling now with eyes full of flames and her countenance became heavy as she fought not to recall what Ziu did to them and circumstances surrounding the software.

Thief; she cursed in her head …