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    Dilemma of a CEO

Dilemma of a CEO

Raynoid was skeptical about going to the bar and getting a drink,he did not want to wake up to calls from his father and client's about the news of him drinking to stupor in a roadside bar. He shuddered at the thought of it . Picturing the headline of the newspaper. " The influential Reynoid Macpherson, was seen at a bar just by the roadside with no shame winning with the less privileged till he was drunk to stupor .The thought was still all in his head when he shook it off and went into the bar . The less privileged he called the middle class. He lived with the mentality that the poor masses were people who were too lazy to seize the opportunity of being rich. What more could a man born into riches and comfort think. With just a snap of his finger, he could get the whole bar shut down with any reason. How rich could a man be to have such a mentality. He finally gathered courage and stopped by the bar . He sat close to the entrance door ,enabling him to see who and what was coming in. Most importantly for easy flee at the sight of paparazzi. Just a few minutes to clear my head . The loud chatter and laughter coming from the bar did nothin but angered him . Fancy bars and majorly quiet and soothing. No wonder they have nothing . There is no way for proper thinking with so much distraction he Scoffed. He called out to the weary looking waitress to take his order. . Her eye bags were enough to tell how tired and worn out she was. She didn't seem to be In the right frame of mind, she was pissed and willing to snap at anybody any time. Can I take your order? She asked him. Yes, give me your most expensive wine. Okay… She turned to leave, barely raising feet. "What if I do not like it "? It might be expensive but he was sure it might not be worth the price .The money was definitely not the problem, he already put aside his pride, getting a drink that wasn't worth it would be a huge bumper. "You should have thought about that first before asking for a drink" She snapped. Is this how you talk to your customers? How expected. What do you mean by that? She asked him with a stern look . You better apologize..why should l? For all I care I haven't said anything I shouldn't have. Exchanging words with her was the last thing Rey wanted to do but she was ready to give her a hard time. Does she not know who she was talking to? For a classless waitress like him ,speaking to him in such a manner was an insult to his personality. They both kept exchanging words, for all he said Alica was ready to give him back in a hundred more painful words Politely in her defense. Till her boss came and made issues worse, demanding an apology. She refused and ended up quitting her job for her own respect..She was desperate for the pay but definitely not at the detriment of her respect. Maybe she just made the worst mistake of her life or maybe not . She made a bigger mistake by accepting to marry Rey on contract that same night. What was she even thinking? The pay? Or the fame ?pretty much the pay.
'His Obsession

'His Obsession

"Your eyes..." I spoke up after taking the first shot. She seemed surprised when I spoke. "Why? They are mine. You need them?" she said mockingly, her voice feminine but assertive. "They are staring too much at me, wonder why?" I asked without looking at her, focusing on my second shot. "I'm a woman. Besides alcohol, what else could I be here for? Of course, a man," she replied sharply. I have to say, I commend her honesty. "I understand," I said. "So, do you like me?" I finally looked at her, and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I can say that she is beautiful and sexy. She can easily tempt other men. The way she dresses is quite similar to those girls I've seen working in a bar. "I wouldn't stare at you for long if I didn't," she arched her eyebrow. She's really feisty. "I see, bottom line it for me," she furrowed her brow at my statement, and I expected her to understand. "What?" she asked. I saw the last shot left. I downed it. She seems stronger than I thought. But I'm not drunk yet. I'm still in my right mind. I moved to the chair between us. I don't know if that was necessary, but I'm enjoying our talk. I like how curious she is right now. I like that she is paying attention to what I might say next. "What do you want?" I finally caught her gaze. I don't know what's stopping her from responding, though the answer is very obvious. "Girls in this bar used to like two things..." I said as my hand moved on its own. I didn't debate in my mind whether to touch her hair. I brushed it aside and placed it behind her ear. "Money or pleasure. Which one is it?"
One Night With The Unstable Billionaire

One Night With The Unstable Billionaire

Arla was supposed to marry Clinton Freeman, the perfect fiancé who had promised to love her and protect her five-year-old son. But instead, the cold steel of a dagger pierced her chest. As she collapsed onto the freezing basement floor, she watched her adoptive sister Blair laugh. "Look at her," Blair sneered, kicking her son's small, blue, lifeless body. Clinton stood there, calmly wiping the bloody blade on a pristine handkerchief. In her dying moments, the horrifying truth became clear. Her fiancé and her adoptive family had been plotting all along to steal her massive trust fund. To break her, they had secretly tortured her child. Clinton had watched Blair pierce the little boy's arms with sewing needles, rewarding him with candy to keep him silent. Arla's lungs burned with the taste of copper and ash. She couldn't understand why the family she trusted could be so monstrous, or why they had to brutally murder an innocent child just for money. The darkness swallowed her whole, drowning her in suffocating hatred and absolute despair. Then, she gasped for air. The concrete floor was gone, replaced by the silk sheets of a hotel penthouse suite. Arla had been reborn to the exact night six years ago—the very day Blair first dragged her son into the dark attic. This time, she picked up a solid silver letter opener, ready to burn them all to the ground.
The Secret Billionaire-

The Secret Billionaire-

Moving cities to protect my safety was my choice. Falling for the billionaire who owned half the city was fate. Baltimore was the fresh start I needed and the minute I arrived everything fell into place. An amazing apartment, a fantastic job, an instant best friend, and a tall, broad, gorgeous man who was very skilled with his hands. Eddie is the maintenance man at my new apartment building and he promised me the world and showed me how a real man takes care of his woman. As a nurse at Baltimore's busiest hospital, I was used to taking care of everyone else. Eddie made it his mission to take care of me. But like everything in my life, good things never last long and when tragedy strikes, I find out Eddie isn't who he said he is. I made the decision to relocate cities in order to preserve my safety. The billionaire who controlled half of the city and me falling for him was fate. I needed a new beginning, and as soon as I arrived in Baltimore, everything fell into place. A tall, broad, gorgeous man who was very skilled with his hands, an amazing apartment, a fantastic job, and an instant best friend. My new apartment building's maintenance worker, Eddie, made me promises and demonstrated how a real man treats his woman. I was accustomed to caring for everyone else while working as a nurse at Baltimore's busiest hospital. Eddie set out to look after me. But as with everything in my life, good fortune never lasts forever, and I learn that Eddie isn't who he claimed to be when tragedy strikes. We have polar opposites in every way. The multibillionaire Edward Rothschild possesses everything money could possibly buy. He exudes a commanding aura. I can't even afford to buy food but I have pink hair and tattoos. Eddie is not the only one keeping secrets, but he won't let our differences get in the way. The problem with secrets is that they always surface. And mine could end up destroying us.