The Billionaires love

Chapter 1

I looked up and saw another sign of the mysterious billionaire who recently moved here to New York. Like me he had come from Scotland before becoming an oh so successful billionaire that was rumoured to have had more girls then the population of my town back home. Conceited right. Although he was shrouded in mystery I guess he must have to be kind of good looking to be able to get all those girls.

The only reason that I am bothering to waste my time with this conceited jerk is because I recently came out of Stanford and need to get my life in order.

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"I'm here for a meeting with Mr Blackwell?" The receptionist looked up at my with scorn written clearly on her face. I guess she woke up on the wrong side of bed I muttered to myself before regaining my composure and offering a grin which I am sure would annoy her to no end.
" I'm sorry we don't like commoners interrupting our place of work" she spat out.
I recoiled before proceeding to take out my ID and prove I had gained more success in my 25 years then she will ever have.
The scornful receptionist glared at the card before pointing at the lift with deliberate movement.

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The door in front of me is most likely the scariest door I will ever see and if everything went to plan hopefully I would be seeing it again in the future.
Wait.....
That sounded quite dodgy, let me explain why I am here to see the biggest womaniser in quite possibly the whole of the USA. Basically I came here from Scotland after an event I don't like to talk about and finished up school and, with the help of my teacher, discovered my computing potential. My teacher was a retired entrepreneur in computing who sold off his shares to his son before settling down in San Fransisco teaching kids at high school about the magic of business and computing.
His son recently helped me set up a prospective business and I just needed the money of a hot shot investor like the mr Blackwell I am about to meet.

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I raised my hand to knock before the door was slammed open by a girl who came storming out with her dress askew on her body. I stepped out of the way looking down in an attempt to stifle my laugh at vulgarity of the situation. Her neck was adorned with 'bruises' that certainly looked fresh. She slammed past me muttering incoherent curses.

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I timidly stepped into the doorway and tapped my hand against the door for the second time today.
A deep groan of frustration was heard before a deep baritone voice called out for me to come in.

I walked slowly but deliberately and sat down on the chair in front of the imposing desk.

"Princess?"
Looking up suddenly I started "ty?"

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