The Billionaire's S-Catt

PROLUGE

"A gold platted one and one full of money was never a cup of tea for her, she liked to be wild, strong and independent"

Xandra

It is dark outside, dark inside. I took a deep breath and moved my hand up my thigh to the small peice of paper kept at the corner of the small broken wooden table. It creaked when I picked up the paper in front of me.

Another one, same as the others having a large sum of money printed in bold letters . . . . .

2400 $

I groaned out loud what the fuck , another one to add to my heap

Well well fair enough; I can't expect less can I, as I have not yet paid my due from around . . . . seven . . . no eight months.

It can't be considered a wise decision can it, not paying the bill, taking loan from banks and to be trapped in a vicisious death circle.

With a sigh I stood up from my warm seat and walked across the room. I placed my hand on the pale gray handle of the mini window and brushed it down. The window flew open with a sudden force. Creasing my knuckles as they turned red.

I flipped my hair not caring about the sudden impact and shivered as the cool breeze brushed my pale skin.
leave it as it is

I rolled my eyes and propped up my elbows on the rim of the window and gazed outside.

Why, why, why . . . . . . . . ,I questioned myself again and again.

My self interrogation after a while was rudely intruded by a peachy beap
oh good bye myself time I laughed humerously and, With a crease forming on my forehead, I rumaged through my pockets and found my so called 80's mobile. I pressed at the answer without looking at the so called name.

Bringing up my mobile near to my a ear, a husky voice said in a low demanding tone "Fight at 9 , central peak"
"yes" I replied

I straightened up myself, brushed my knuckles, walked to my high chair, picked up my combat boots , . . . . . . .

Should fight to survive

I clenched my fist and sat on the high chair, wore them with ease, looked straight ahead and

said "I am ready for what to come".

I stood up from the so called chair and walked out of apartment with confidence ozing out. I closed my door with a bang and
"yelps"

I said in fake horror as the door suddenly fell of its hinges with a thud.

A series of curse were heard but nevermind.
" oops"

I said with no remorse and walked away.

Brent

"Damn now where the hell is the waitor" I yelled angry and damn well anoyed.

The sexy beast in front of me jumped at the sudden anger and pressed herself into her flush seat. Seeing her flushed against the seat sent dirty images through my head, imagine her breast pressed against the wall, bent fingering herself, as I slamned into her ass repeteadily as she screemed my name over and over again. My cock twitched at the thought and my breathing became harsh.

Leaning against the table, I looked her in the eye and said in a low erotic voice "Come to my hotel the ginster at 9 PM, just tell the reception the code band and she will escort you to my room".

Seeing my desire she immediately composed herself and too leaned against the table, consciously pressing her breast against the table, she batted her eyelashes and said seductively "Fine, baby"

I groaned and shifted myself at the sudden erection make it fast I thought.

She stood up from her seat and walked out the restraunt taunting me as she swayed her hips making me go harder as if it already wasn't.

Not wanting to wait any more I searched my mind for any visible traces of the name of this restraunts manager.

It made me shake in anger and disbelief that this shitty place takes hours for services and still had the guts to act ruely to me.

My face went red and I shouted "This place is closing down".

Suddenly silence fell among the customers.

The waiter who was now emptyhanded came rushing towards me. Breathing heavily he asked "Is their a problem Sir".

He looked me in the eye but a glance from me made him quiver underneath my cold gaze.
"Do you know who I am"

He shook his head as a notion of a 'no' and shifted his gaze towards the ground.

Thinking better I answered to my question "Haven't you heard the name Brent Archjed"

His eyes went wide. On seeing his reaction I felt pride built up its way to my heart.

Snorting, I spotted the manager of the restraunt and said to him "The check will be given in your hand with in an hour, right your choice of amount on it and say goodbye to this shitty place".

Not wanting to look back I walked out of the restraunt, pleased with the stunt faces of the people of that place.

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