The Billionaire's S-Catt

CHAPTER-7 Non-existing

"Life is like a bicycle to ride you should keep moving"-------Albert Einstein
-----The image of xandras workplace on the side.

Xandra

He still babbeled on. Seriously speaking I didn't pay attention after the first word which left his thin lips was mine.

Ignoring his serious attempts to own me I made the best decision I ever, could make, I slammed his door shut in his face.

The door banged the car, and the brat gave away a girly scream.

"God dammit woman", He cursed.

His nose bled when it hit the window, the blood smerrd on his god like face, his face looked like it has grown wrinkles from his frowning, but, it felt right.

His crooked nose on his 5'o'clock shadow, looks really bad, should I help this brat

Somewhere a part of me said, "Shut up", I mentally snapped.

Ashamed of having such thoughts for the man in front of me sent not so pleasingly shivers through my spine.

When it registered in my 'cool' brain that I had wasted enough of my time of escape, I glanced at the sex god with a crooked nose in front of me who, for my benefit was distracted, by his injury.

He was snatching napkins from the Blondie, who was suddenly not looking so lady like.

Taking up this opportunity, I firstly muffeled up my laugh which was willingly, too willingly wanting to escape my mouth, secondly I tip toed a good fifty meters.

The moment I was a good distance away from the black sleek car or blax, which I recently mentally named, I sprinted away from them.

The scenery changed, wind bashed and tangled my hair, my legs became heavy, as I ran.

Running was something I did often, but this time it was neither from my sperm donar nor my nightmares, this time it was from a man who had a heafty purse, who I may as well add was trying to own me, to regard or label me as his.

Who wouldn't be angry, to be black bolded as someone else's.

The time of owning a person was past, this is present, as a matter of act it is The twenthith century, was he stupid, or better a cyco, who walked around with a permanent marker in his hand, just to mark a person as his.

Anger, To describe what I was feeling right now as that it would be like saying that the weight of an ant to be the same as that of an elephant,. . . . right not I was burning.

With a temperature of infinite degree kelvins.

Coming to a halt in front of my workplace, I tried to catch my breath.

That man will go to hell soon and I will make sure of it

I stepped inside the glass building, the moment I did so, several people snapped there neck towards me.

I strawled in the building like I owned it, as a matter of fact I did own it.

People greeted me, as I reached to pass by their desks.

They were whispering to each other, the topic, well isn't it easy, me walking the C.E.O of the top company in the whole Russia to be parading in with bed hair.

Not liking the thought of being a 'topic' or a headline.

"Mind your own business", I shouted suddenly wanting to pour out my anger at these dimwits.

People, knew not to question, also not to dare not to obey my orders, because when I am angry mess their jobs could be at stake.

I sighed in relief when I was near my comfort room, my office, the C.E.O's office, I threw my backpack containing my laptop, pain reliever and the files on the couch, as I walked up to my punching bag.

I backed up my hand, then balled it into a fist, my knuckles cracked as I did so, the sound echoed in my office.

With all I could muster up, I threw my fist at the punching bag, it swayed up touching the roof.

I did it again and again.

My shirt was drenched with sweat, my hands were becoming slippery, as I punched it repetedily.

Blood was seeping out my nuckles, as it hit the bag with more force then my skin could handle.

I felt at pain, loss, lost, . . . . . . . . . . , the list went on, most of all I felt, grief, my grief turned to anger as my emotions showcased.

After a while, my anger diminished to a point five percent, so I threw my seventith torn punching bag into the heap of the rest.

I called for my assistant, when I looked around my now thrashed office.

I was cold, cold, water was dropping from my eyelids and I didn't know what to do, did anger made water run from eyes, I questioned myself.

I didnt know what happened, but all of a sudden the water from eyelids ran on my face like The Niagra Falls, my head started throbbing, but it was still negligible compared to the Niagra Falls which was currently, making its buissness.

At the sight of me, he rushed in inside, immediately he took me in his arms.

I breathed in his minty scent, as I wrapped my arms around his broad torso.

"Hush baby", he cooed me, running his rough hands in a circular motion on my back.

My mind was black, but I took in the warmth he was offering me, my eyes were glazed but in the back of mind I knew I was breaking, the wall in my mind was breaking.

I groned in pain when it tumbled, the bricks were tumbling one by one.

My assistant whom I thought was what I though till now seemed to be my brother.

I had no family was all I thought till now, my life was complicated till now, but now it is highly complicated.

New waves of emotions were passing, with a high speed.

I thrashed in his hold, when the pain was unbearable.

"Xandra, please not again", he pleaded, has it happened to me before, was all what I though when suddenly darkness consumed me.

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Okay so I know you guys are confused as to how is she so rich but is still living in that rundown place, how she has family, what problem does she have, Don't fret my friends I will explain it all later, but for now keep in mind to enjoy yourselves while reading.

So how is life, my favorite leaders?

Guys do you like dark or white chocolate?, because recently I had a fight with my mom on this topic, lol.

Comment your thoughts.

Guys. . . . voting would be really nice and not a pain in a** lol, it would just make me continue the book, pretty please with cherry on top, also add cream in.
---------Sugarpie26xoxo