Devil's Touch?

Chapter two

I had already taken my afternoon shower and was dressed in a casual baby blue dress which had white vertical stripes. I had bought it on sale at Macy's, I might be a multi billionaire but I was a very cheap person.

Placing some Avon powder on my face and some lip gloss on my lips I was reading for the big successful savage on Edward Argent.

"Ready?" Asked Charlotte. "Yes tell security to park my car in front and put all the documents in it please." I lazily stated.

I grab my purse, took one last look in my full length mirror and headed outside. I immediately saw my black Lamborghini standing right in front my door.

"Everything you need is in there miss" I heard Charlotte say. I ignored her and enter into my car. I put the engine on and headed the powerful sound of this beauty. My mansion door open and I headed for Argent's Hotel where I was to meet Edward Argent.

After ten minutes of listening to Nicki Minaj I arrived at the massive hotel. It was beautiful from the inside. The entire hotel was white with a crème kind of shade. It looked like a castle, without the pointy tops. I parked my car in the VIP section where one of his guards lead me and I entered the hotel. Inside was much more gorgeous than outside. Chandeliers hanged from the ceiling giving the place a formal look. The painting that hanged on the wall fascinated me, just one look at them and I knew my close friend Frannel Tison drew them. She was a very talented and beautiful artist.

"Ahh if it isn't the most eligible female CEO in the world" I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned and was greeted with the face of a man whose jawline was amazingly perfect and his features were very manly. He seemed to be in his 60s and I knew this was Edward.

I chuckled and replied, "The one and only Mr.Argent." we shake hands and he lead me to a empty room with a long table and eight chairs.

"Please take a sit." He insisted. I sat down on one of the chairs and so did he.

"How are you?" He asked. I nodded and and re-asked his question to him. " I thought your son was going to be here." I stated remembering his son. "He won't be coming in fact I was thinking that this case should be closed in America." He said with his lovely French accent. "Why is that?" I inquired. "Because I have never gotten the chance to see your company MS. Preston." he simply replied before sipping some red wine. I gave him a simple smile, stood up and said "Hope to see you and your son at the banquet tonight."

"You sure will." I think I heard him say while the door behind me closed.

I made a stop at a clothes boutique I saw while on my way "home" and stopped to get some oversized T-shirts and sweatpants.

When I arrived home I checked my IPhone 6s and saw that it was 5:58 I had less than two hours to get ready and be at the banquet.

I shouted Charlotte's name and told her to get ready while I took a shower. When I was done I got into my Matte black strapless dress. It dragged on the floor a little and the top had a thin layer of lace which looked cute.

I paired with black heels and black clutch. After I dressed I went to do my makeup. I applied some of my Kylie Jenner lip-kit and some powder.

After I straighten my long natural hair and it reached just above my butt.

I didn't have an enormous booty but tbh my butt was damn cute and I knew it.

When I got outside I saw Charlotte in her peach dress which reach the ground and her dark brown hair was pulled into a professional bun. The outfit was completed with light make-up and white heels.

We got into my car and I headed for the Banquet. I didn't really enjoyed this types of events, I would much rather be watching Scandal, but for the sake of my business and reputation I knew I had to make an appearance

When we entered the building, the first thing I noticed was the amount of Males in the room the only females were either wives or PAs

I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I made my way to the tables. I made sure to make eye contact with no one and walked as if I ran the world. Many people respected me for my title.

"Yasss bitch show them what they can't have." My subconscious said in my head. I smiled to myself and continued walking. Man I loved that hoe.

"Miss Preston." I heard a man say my name. I turned around to see the familiar face of Mr. Argent. I gave him my best smile. "Mr Argent!" I exclaimed. "Where is your son?" I inquired

He chuckled and said "ohh that womanizer is around here somewhere." I laughed at his description of his son. "Would you like a drink?" I asked, he looked at me with puzzled eyes but finally agreed.

I made my way towards the bar and ordered two vodka shots. The bartender looked at me like I was crazy. "What? Never seen a lady ordered strong drinks" I asked him with a smirk on my face. He smiled and got my drinks.

I got them and gave Edward his. We got out sits and soon the event started. As handsome well educated males made their way to the stage saying one by one what inspired them to be who they are today. I would roll eyes in my head knowing taht half this stories were bullshit.

Yet still every time someone spoke about what inspired them to be who they are, only reminded me why I am who i am or more like because of who.