Which Billionaire

Chapter 4

I pull up to the hotel and sigh, maybe I should have brought Amanda, I wasn't expecting everyone here to have a date. I look around to see different couples attached together at the hip. Climbing out of there limos and million dollar cars, not that I can say much.

I open my car door and one of the valets hands me a ticket for me to return once I leave so I can get my car back. I throw my keys over at him as he gapes at my silver Lamborghini, I look back smirking at the boy. He better not wreak it. I push the thought away and walk into the double doors, it's a nice hotel and I'm surprised at how much work went into everything. I've been to some charity events where you walk in, they give a speech, you give the money, you leave, and the press writes a article on how generous the company is.

Don't get me wrong I honestly do want to help the charity, what I don't like are the fake people trying to get attention from this. I walk up to a woman who stands to the side of the doors of the ball room, her blonde hair down and teased, her head-set positioned securely in her ear, "Name?" She says looking down at her paper

"Vincent King" I tell her

Her eyes fall upon me and widen as they rake my body. I smirk looking away into the beautiful ballroom. After a moment of silence I look back over to the gawking woman, I clear my throat and she jumps, startled "Oh, I'm sorry sir" she say and flips through her paper keeping her blushed cheeks down "Have a nice time Mr.King" she smiles up at me, finally regaining her composer

"Thank you" I smile and wink leaving her with her mouth open as I walk into the ballroom, the sound of soft music mixes with peoples conversations, a blend of cigar smoke and different perfumes fills my nose.

The room is nicely decorated, golden accents and a beautiful hanging chandelier in the center of the large room. I scan the area, everyone dressed in their best most exquisite dresses and suits. I wonder how many of those so loving spouses are actually lying cheaters. Everyone here's a fake, you pick that up after spending some time with these people. I pick up a glass of champagne from one of the many trays going around. I take a sip of the bubbling sweet liquor and wish I had a whiskey.

Father told me to make sure I introduced myself to as many people as I could. He only made me CEO four months ago and he's still trying to get used to not having all the power. He makes sure to keep tabs on my every deal and decision for the company.

I take a sip of my champagne hoping to find the founder of the charity so I can discuss our part in the contribution. I say 'our' because it's not like my Father would let me make a decision by myself. I sigh, always following his rules...like a good son.

I look over the room, beautiful women scattered all around most accompanied by their husbands. But my eyes catch on a shimmering red dress, the dress hugs the body of the owner in the most delicious way. Hitting every curve of her hips, thin stomach and round breasts, the long slit of the dress exposing her long tanned legs. My eyes travel up her body to the soft creamy skin of her collar bones, blonde hair resting on her uncovered shoulders. My eyes capture her shining blue ones, they are wide and lined with minimal makeup, her big pouted lips stained red from her lipstick and her cheeks pink with a natural blush.

Wow she's beautiful

I don't recognise her, the woman standing next to her I know as Mrs. Johnson. Her husband has done work with me and my father before but the blonde beauty is a mystery.

She looks away from me and turns to her friend, who then grabs her hand and pulls her away out of my view. Maybe this event won't be as bad as I expected, I smirk to myself. I look around for her but my eyes first catch Mr. Henrys and his wife talking to another couple, I groan and start to walk over to him, setting my glass down first.