Ruin The Billionaire

Jake’s POV

“Why are you so inefficient?” I yelled at Jenny throwing the files she had just submitted at her. She backed away and let them fall to the ground, enraging me. “Pick them up.”

She knelt down and started gathering the papers that had scattered all over the room. “Why are you so fvcking slow?”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Annoyed, I stood up and strode out of the room. The employees at the outer offices quickly turned away but I could tell they had been staring at my office with alert ears trying to capture what was said.

“Get back to work,” I yelled at them. The room immediately fell silent which annoyed me more so I decided to leave and go home where there were no annoying people. I could be alone.

That stupid woman was at it again.

I thought I had managed to shut her up for good, but she was like an annoying fly, kept coming back even though it was clear it wasn’t wanted. This woman was making me feel so incompetent I felt like going to kill her with my two hands. Not many had been able to resist my orders in the past after I showed them what I was capable of but this stubborn woman was proving to be the worst I had met.

Cory was already with me when I got to the parking lot. We both got in the car and the driver started the engine. He tried to talk to me but I shut him down. I was not interested in talking about that Hellman chick. I thought being suspended by her boss would work but no, she went ahead and created an uncensored blog where she was boss and could write about whatever she wanted. I could try and get it shut down but knew Lilith would create another one.

This was not a woman to be underestimated, but feared. It seemed that was the point she was trying to make with unending attacks on me. She was not going down without a fight.

A certain part of me was filled with admiration for her. I could see certain traits of me in her. Just like me, she wouldn’t let anyone put her down, she wouldn’t go down without a fight and would defend herself to death.

I was captivated. She was different from all the other females that had been close to me, except one of the most evil woman in the universe. Only my evil mother could ‘outevil’ Lilith Hellman.

A part of me wanted to know more about Lilith. Was she born that way or did something turn her into what she was. Or was she just a woman passionate about her job as Johnny said.

Johnny hadn’t stopped feeling guilty about what he had done nearly went to look for Lilith and confess. I had to force him to leave the city so he would do no such thing. He had left reluctantly and I knew it was only a matter of time before he changed his mind.

Johnny had been worse than me before so I wondered why he was suddenly caring about a strange woman. It was probably that country woman softening his formerly stone cold heart. He was supposed to be my wingman not some loved up frail guy.

I thought I would feel at peace at home because of the quiet, but it was the opposite. It was too quiet hence making me dwell on my noisy mind. Thoughts were messing up my mind as I paced about the backyard. I needed a solution but it was not coming to mind. I was beginning to get obsessed with Lilith and I didn’t like that.

“Jake.”

I heard a familiar voice. Surprisingly, I was glad to hear it. Heather.

I turned. She was wearing a blue pantsuit and black heels. She had come straight from work. Heather looked perfect in almost anything she wore.

“Heather,” I said.

“Hi,” she said giving me a short hug. I pulled her back to me because I needed more of her touch. At this point, anyone would do as long as they willing to give me the emotional support I needed.

“Wow,” she said when we finally broke apart. “What’s going on? You’re normally not that bothered with what people say about you. What’s different with this random girl?”

I shook my head. She was wrong. While I didn’t care much about what people of my class said about me, It sometimes bothered me especially when it portrayed me inaccurately. It was different when it came to some nobody who thought they could say whatever they wanted about me with no consequences.

The thing about Lilith was that she was quite smart, and if I left her to it, she would unearth certain things about me that needed to remain in the closet. The other reason was she didn’t care much about money. It was easy to buy off other people but not Lilith, or she would have asked for it already. I was willing to give her whatever she wanted if it meant she would leave me alone.

“She could find out a lot of things if I leave her to it,” I told Heather.

“Everyone has a price,” Heather said.

“Not Lilith Hellman apparently,” I said.

“Why don’t you let me deal with her?” Heather suggested.

I stared at her, her lips seemed to have grown bigger and her cheeks were looking less full, and higher. Was she undergoing plastic surgery? I remembered the size of her lips. When she noticed me staring, she chuckled.

“I just had lip fillers,” she confessed. “Do you love them?”

Her lips looked better, but her original lips had looked great with her original face. I had no problem with them. Did she think I broke up with her because she didn’t look good enough? If that was the case, I was glad that I had done it.

“I don’t really care about them. Don’t your lips hurt?”

“A bit but they will be okay. So about Lilith, can I go ahead?”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do to stop her,” I informed her. As if Heather could be smarter than me.

“I’m a woman, she is a woman. I can understand her motivations better than you, and use them to take her down.”

That was a good point. A woman could be better for the job, but not just any woman.

I knew a woman who would be perfect for it.

“You’ve given me a great idea,” I said, pulling her and kissing her lips.

“Oops, sorry.” I said, pulling away after remembering her post filler situation and our break up situation.

Heather stepped forward and cupped my face. “I know we are not together anymore but I think both of us need to let off some steam here.”

I smiled. She was right.

Within a minute, we were in my bedroom rolling under the sheets. After our rendezvous, I was surprised to feel worse than before Heather had come in.

Now I had lead her on, and it was going to be hard to get rid of her. It was hard enough in the place.

“Who told you that I wasn’t feeling well?”

“Cory.”

Dam Cory. I knew his intentions were good because Heather was the closest person to me lately but he should’ve known better.

“I need to call someone,” I said and got off the bed. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I picked up my phone and left the room. There was a bad woman I needed to call.

In my study, I dialled the number. The call was answered almost immediately.

I had rehearsed what I wanted to say but got tongue tied.

“Son?” it was my mother’s voice when she sounded really happy on the verge of joyful tears. But with her, you could never be sure if she was faking it, which was what she did 99 percent of the time.

“Mother,” I said, surprising myself. I had sworn to call her by name but the son inside betrayed me.

“I’m so happy that you’ve finally called me. I have missed you so much. How are you doing baby?”

I knew she had been reading the papers and knew nearly everything happening in my life. She probably knew that I had framed that reporter. My mother had created monsters, and who better than the creator knew how the creations functioned.

“I’m okay but I need you to come here as soon as possible.”

“Oh my goodness son, this is the best news I’ve heard in such a long time. I’ll leave immediately. I’m going to buy a flight ticket right now.”

I couldn’t tell if the mushiness was real or not, so I decided not to react to it.

“Okay, see you.”

I hang up.

On turning I bumped into someone.

“What the fvck are you doing here?” I asked the woman whose body was wrapped in a large sheet. “I was having a private call.”

“Is your mother really coming back?” she asked.

I wanted to slap her. I really wanted to, but I didn’t.

I left her in the room and slammed the door.