My Slave is a Billionaire Heir

Margaret’s POV

 They say the last stage of anger isn’t complete until there is revenge. I didn’t know that phrase was true until two years ago. For two years the only driving force I had was anger and the need to carry out revenge on the man that placed that ever-burning anger in my heart, Raymond Jones. The man who single-handedly ruined my life and reduced me to nothing. The reason I’m back in California.

 Last month was when I made the decision to return to the land where I was born, bred, and played. The kind where I first found love and lost it. The land where long-built friendships were destroyed because of greed and money- the root of all evil. It was the opening ceremony of my boss, Williams.

It hadn’t been up to two years since he dived into the hospitality sector and right now, it was safe to say that was a very good decision. Not just for him but for me also. It’d had been a year and some few months since I started working for him and all I can say now is that it'd been the best decision I’d made in a while, if not in my entire life. Presently, he had four hotels here in California and for all four hotels, I was the CFO.

 “Dance with me,” Williams said to me after he had finished delivering his welcoming and appreciation speech. I smiled as I stuck out my hand to reach his already outstretched ones.

 If there were five good men in the whole world, then Williams was one of them. If there were two good men in the whole world then Williams was one of them and if there is only one good man in the whole world, it was definitely Williams. Smiling broadly, he led me over to the center of the dance floor.

He snaked his hand around my waist which rested on my bare back. Impulsively, I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and angled my head on the crook of his neck and we began to sway in sync with the song. We swayed for a while in that position and I was going to plant my head at the other side of his neck when I saw him.

 “That slimy bastard. What the hell is he doing here?’ I mumbled seething.

Thousands of emotions swept through me as I looked at him. I felt anger surge through my veins and the need to carry my revenge on the slimy bastard intensified. Just staring at him made the other emotion I’d tried to conceal over the years stick its head and waved its tiara at me.

Humiliation! I was ashamed that I let myself go like that. I was annoyed at myself for going to jail for a crime I didn’t commit. I felt shame for being foolish and blinded by love because there was no such thing as love. Not within humans at least. As I continued to stare at him, he suddenly turned, facing in my direction the woman that was supposed to be my best friend, Jasmine.

I scoffed and unintentionally clenched my hand. That was when I remembered I was dancing with Williams, my boss and that my clenching hand was pressing tightly around his neck. I released my hands immediately.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” I explained feeling embarrassed. A slight blush found its way to my cheeks.

 “Oh, it's fine. What happened though, I noticed for a moment there you weren’t yourself. You seemed lost and ready to kill” Williams whispered so I alone could hear him.

The blaring music should be able to keep others from hearing him still he took precautions which further proved how good he was and has been to me.

 “I saw him. The man I told you about. Raymond Jones” I didn’t miss how Williams’s eyes widened a fraction before he swiftly turned us around so he could see who I was referring to.

 “Where? What is he wearing?” Williams asked.

 “Your three o’clock. He is wearing white suit pants, a black shirt, and tunic blazers. Shabby blonde…” that was all it took for Williams to figure him out. That ugly hair of his had always found a way to stick out in public. “Oh, this Raymond Jones? I know him?” Williams announced and I was all the more intrigued.

 “How? Where?”

 “He is a recent business partner. We’ve been working together for two months now. As a matter of fact, I have a meeting with him tomorrow regarding an unfinished contract”

 “I see” I whispered to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Miracles do happen, don't they?

“Should we go hi?” Williams asked.

“Of course, why not?” I cackled out, smiling as a thought came to mind.

“Shall we?” Williams said, angling his arm, which I gratefully accepted, clutching his elbow. We made a quick stop at some of his other acquaintances before matching over to Raymond and Jasmine.

“Mr. Jones,” Williams said, standing a few feet behind them. Raymond turned to look at acquaintances.

 “Mr. Williams .” He responded by sticking out his hand for a handshake.

“Congratulations, my friend,” Raymond added as he shook Williams’s hand.

“Oh, thank you. So regarding our meeting scheduled to hold during the weekend, I’m afraid that I would not be able to. But since I have your proposal with me, you’d be meeting instead with my assistance.” Williams said before clearing a path for me.

 "It's a week-long meeting, yeah?" "Yeah," Raymond answered.