The billionaire's revenge(completed)

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Dedicated to my self proclaimed stalker shizinga :p and all the silent readers. Love you guys.

I can't help but laugh out loud at the files on Ms.Vaughn's computer. The laughing may also be as a result of the three glasses of wine I've had so far. I need all the dutch courage I can get before Andre gets home because I know he will not go down silently.

I empty the last drops of the wine in my glass and refrain from pouring another, I have a job to get to tomorrow and I need to be at my best for it considering he's doing me a favor. Natalia is a freak. Aside from the very obscene amount of pictures she has of her and various partners in very complicated positions and places and a couple of files that mean nothing to me, I have nothing on her.

Even Andreas' file doesn't sound any alarms for me. Its just basic info that google can give me. I know way more about him than she does. It's mine that cathches my eye. She has really tried to dig up everything about me. Hell she even knows my allergies. I'm glad I deleted this from her laptop but what really freaks me are the photos she has of Andre and I . 

The ones that catch my eye are the one's where my hair has beach curls. The only time my hair looks like such a mess is when its hot, too hot. She has a close up of me smiling up at Andre as he smiles down at me both out arms folded his dimples out for a show. He's in shorts and I'm in a bikini. This was taken at Isle Sophie at some point. 

The next one was taken on the yatch im standing holding the railing and Andre's behind me his arms around my waist his chin resting on my hair . The next we're walking on the beach hand in hand.We look happy and I smile at the photos. I wish that we could be the way the pictures portray us. Then I catch myself, the whole point of Andre and I is we have fun with each other. He makes me smile even when I want to kill him. I realise that I wouldn't have us any other way, maybe without his revenge and all, but the photos show us exactly the way we are. Or at least me. A girl in love with her man.

I close the folder to get my head back to where I need it. I need more than what I'm seeing here. I open the last folder . They are a series of sexmails to a doctor Pavlov.Most freaky others talking about some weird nonsense that I can't even fathom. The latest being

From: Dr.Pavlov

To: Miss Vaugh

Subject: Your bodyand your appointment.

Can't wait till I get back, me and you are going to have some fun. I'll see you in my office same time On Monday.

P.S No panties.

Dr.Pavlov

The date is in three days. I'm not sure if this is of any use to me but I keep it in mind incase anything to do with it pops up. I still need to find out what she meant by his wife. The door opens and Andre walks in his tie gone and looking tired. I might as well be done with getting him mad today.

"Hey, how exactly are you and Natalia married again?" I ask just as he plops down next to me on the couch. He raise his brows at me,"What, no hllo kiss first?" he asks and I smile.

"Answer me honestly and I'll give you more than just a kiss baby."

He eyes me suspiciously,"I need more than your word for that" he says,"You've been very vindictive today." He says taking a lock of my hair and playing with it in his hand.

"Have I ever lied to you?" I ask and he opens and closes his mouth. He squints his eyes slightly as if trying to recall something then he sighs,"Theoretically no. But you did fail to mention your father when we met."

I roll my eyes ,"Hi. Im Keira Devonne, I'm five four, a brunette , I like swimming,travelling and oh yeah my dad's name is Douglas  Shay Vandercamp. Does that sound remotely normal to you." 

He smiles,"Good point." He takes the laptop from my laps and sets it on the coffee table.

"So what are we talking here." he asks sitting back next to me as he takes my feet in his hands and puts them on his laps making me turn to face him.

"How about a surprise" I say smiling. He brings his fingers to my mouth and uses his thumb and index to squeeze my lips back to normal.

"I've had enough surprises from you today." He says and I stiffle the laugh bubbling in me.

"Details. Lets have em. Now"

"You tell me the truth every single detail without sugarcoating or withholding any details or information that you deem unworthy  and from there we'll see what I have to offer."

He smiles,"I see you're not taking any chances this time . But that's not good enough. I spill and we go straight for a hundredth base right here on the couch and then on our bed. I'll make it worth your while."

Tempting but no I need him to die of sexual frustration at least until Saturday night. I have plans for him come Saturday, pun intended.

"You spill and if I feel that you've lied or withheld you get second base and if I'm feeling philanthropic you may get to third base"

He looks shocked,"The hell is second base! I got that when I was fourteen."

"Second then maybe third." I say my face stern. He smiles that cocky grin of his. He thinks he can make me bend. He thinks I'll let him have more if he pushes the right buttons. Not tonight buddy.

"Deal." he says and gets up,"But first,I need a drink to relive this horror story." 

He moves to the bar and fills a crystal tumbler with one of the potent stuff. This can't be good.