The Billionaire's Billionaire ✔️

Chapter 5: Adam's POV

"Chester! Chester help me! I can't see! I've gone blind Chester!" I try to hold in my panicked sobs as I scream for Chester. What am I going to do without my eyesight? Doing important billionaire stuff is going to be a lot harder.

"Sir, it's all right," he says as he pulls off the eye mask I forgot I put on before falling asleep.

I sigh in relief using my limited knowledge of Czech.

Now that I can finally see, I see that it's in the middle of the day in New York City. I saunter off my jet and into a waiting luxury car. Chester puts on his fancy chauffeur gloves and hat and takes the front seat while I lounge in the back, pretending to read a business document while actually updating my Instagram page.

"Sir, Hobbes says the construction is nearly complete. He's waiting for us at the tower site."

I nod in approval. Hobbes is a pretty chill Vice President, except when he's plotting to get rid of me and take over my company. You might think I'm exaggerating, but I literally hear him muttering "must get rid of Adam" under his breath every time I see him. Some people are just so rude.

Chester is carefully maneuvering the vehicle through the traffic, his arms moving in a way that reminded me of a driving arcade game I used to love playing as a kid. But ever since I became a CEO, but mom said I couldn't go to the arcade anymore.

"Hey Chester, let me drive!"

"Uhhh... sir, I'm not sure that is entirely advisable..."

"I'm your boss tho."

"But sir... your mother told me about what happened to your first car..."

"I was 16. Everybody makes mistakes when they're young and stupid."

"Not everyone attempts to drive inside their mansion and takes out a whole living room."

"That only happened once! Give me the wheel Chester."

"Sir..."

I launch my upper body to the front seat area and try to wrestle the wheel from Chester. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have done that. I should have climbed into the shotgun seat then wrestled Chester for the wheel.

Anywho while we were playing tug of war with the steering wheel there was suddenly a bump as something landed on our car's hood. Upon further inspection, I determined that it was a girl.

"Dammit Chester, you had one job! See what you did? You just hit a girl with this car..."

Chester was staring ahead, his eyes huge and his mouth quivering. "B..b...Bbbbut.....sir."

"Go out there and see if she's ok."

Chester is frozen, his hands white on the steering wheel. I have to do everything by myself. I step out of the car. It had begun to rain. Weird.

The girl is lying facedown on the hood, her long mane of hair shielding her face.

Cautiously, I reach out and brush her hair away from her face.

Out of nowhere, she unleashes a pterodactyl-like screech and rolls off the car, into my shoes.

"Omg those are Gucci!" I cried in dismay as her blood seeped into my fine Italian shoes.

Slowly, she gets up and looks me in the eye. She's got light blue eyes and really nice skin. My heart briefly went into shock, because this girl Chester ran over reminds me so much of her.

Shaking my head, I give the girl an intense stare. I narrow my eyes, hoping I looked intimidating.

"Do you have something in your eye?" She asks, cocking her head.

"What? No I'm just being intimidating."

"You should work on that. You look like you're spazzing out."

"How dare you talk to me like that. No one has ever talked to me like that," I say raising my voice. "After you ruined my expensive car, this is how you treat me?"

The girl is starting to get angry. "What? I don't know or care who you are. All I know is that you ran me over and I'm pretty sure I have a fractured several costae verae."

"I don't know what the hell that is but you need to pay the repairs for my car. This is all your fault because you weren't watching where you were going," I say. In the background, I can hear Chester crying.

"I wasn't watching where I was going? This is literally a sidewalk! You ran over a fire hydrant before hitting me!"

I then realized that she was right. The broken hydrant was spraying water over us, and the whole time I thought that was just rain. It was actually kind of a romantic scene, with me, the drop dead gorgeous billionaire and this simple but aesthetically pleasing girl standing on the sidewalk next to a wrecked car, with water gently falling over us.

"You owe me the repairs money, which will be $10,000" I say smugly.

The girl scoffs. "You're insane. I don't have any money."

"Well...there's something else you can do for me. I have a proposition for you," I say, winking.

"Uh.. dude.... your eye is spazzing out again."

"THAT WAS A WINK YOU IDIOTIC GIRL!" I screech. Then I calmed down and continued my proposition. "My maid quit, so I am in need of a new one. I mean Chester cleans too but it's too much work for him to do everything for me, so I have been looking for a maid."

"Oh I know where this is heading. Who do you think you are? You think you can just scare me into being your personal slave?? Huh? Do I look like a slave to you? Women aren't objects, mIsTEr. You can't just treat me like this. This isn't what Susan B Anthony sat in jail for."

"I'm a billionaire."

"Oh ok. When do I start working?"

And that is how I ended up being a personal maid to a billionaire.

"Uhh... excuse you but this is my POV. This clearly says 'Adam's POV,' can't you read?"

"Oh sorry," says the girl "Go ahead."

Me (Adam): So that's how I ended up with a personal maid.

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