Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Peter’s P. O. VContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

My life had been a mess ever since it happened. Lotus doesn’t believe anything I say now. Well, I didn’t expect her to believe anything I said after I had been acting like a total jerk. But I was doing this for her, and I couldn’t risk Shelia going on with what she had in mind. It would be heartbreaking to see Lotus suffer another round of shame just because of me.

I missed her. I missed my kids, and I am sure she probably hates me by now, but what do I expect? That she loves me? After everything I have done and put her through? It would be inhuman for me to ask her for such after how I have treated her. I need to think of a way to make sure I settle things with Sheila. That fucking bitch went on ruining everything I had ever worked for, and I would make sure she would suffer for doing this.

As I sat alone in the mini bar of my company, swirling the deep red liquid in my glass, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that hung in the air. The faint clinking of glasses and chatter from nearby mingled with the soft music playing in the background, creating a comforting ambiance.

Before long, the door swung open, and in walked Elvis, my long-time friend and business partner. He exuded confidence, his perfectly tailored suit emphasizing his innate charm. Elvis always had a knack for striking business deals; he thrived in the corporate world, which was a major factor that bonded us together more quickly than I had expected.

“Peter, my old friend! Fancy seeing you here,” he greeted me with a bright smile, taking a seat opposite me at the bar.

“Elvis, always a pleasure. What brings you here tonight?” I asked, gesturing for the bartender to pour a glass of his favorite whiskey.

Elvis leaned back, swirling his drink in his hand. “I’ve got a proposition for you, Peter. You see, there’s this new venture I’ve been eyeing, and I think our company would be the perfect fit.”

Intrigued, I leaned forward, ready to dive into the details of this potentially exciting opportunity. Little did I know that our conversation was about to take an unexpected turn.

Just as Elvis delved into the intricacies of the deal, a figure entered the bar, drawing everyone’s attention with her revealing attire. Sheila sauntered over to our table, her confidence evident with every step. Confidence I wanted to wipe away with the smack of my hands. I didn’t expect that such a scum would subdue me because of a useless video.

“Peter, darling,” Sheila purred, a sly smile playing on her lips as she perched herself on the stool next to me, her eyes locking onto mine.

Caught off guard, I stumbled over my words, and my initial reaction was lost in the enthralling allure of her presence. “Sheila, what brings you here? Shouldn’t you be at the company? Are you suddenly neglecting your duties?”

Sheila waved me off dismissively, her sky-high stilettos clicking against the floor. “Oh, Peter, you should really wrap up this meeting. There are far more interesting things we can do, don’t you think?”

A wave of discomfort washed over me; I couldn’t comprehend how Sheila couldn’t differentiate between a business conversation and a relaxing one.  Elvis, ever the sharp observer, immediately picked up on the tension in the air.

“Peter, old boy, care to enlighten me? What’s the connection between you and Sheila? I thought you were married to Lotus already?” His voice held a mixture of curiosity and concern as he leaned in, undoubtedly expecting an explanation from me. An explanation that I couldn’t give at this time.

I stammered, struggling to form coherent sentences. “Elvis, I… I don’t know how to explain it. But it’s not what you think.”

“It’s not what I think?! A married man is having a fling with his worker? How would Lotus feel about this?”

“Elvis! This is my choice, and Sheila is what I want for now.” Those words sounded so untrue in my hearing.

Elvis raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. “You, Peter, have lost your senses if you think you can continue this and not regret it later. You would regret this, and I hope it’s not too late before you realize.”

He wakes out moments after, and regret washes over me. What was he thinking of me right now? That I was a cheater?

As I left the office building, my thoughts consumed by the complex web of relationships that now entangled me, I found myself seeking the familiar solace j had with Lotus. But that was far gone now, I had betrayed her, and now she doesn’t trust me again.

I had decided to take Sheila to a mini bar on her demand, a local one where I won’t be recognized.

The dimly lit bar exuded an intimate atmosphere, the soft melodies of a piano intertwining with the murmurs of conversation. Through the crowd, I caught sight of a familiar figure, the unmistakable Lotus, dancing drunkenly in the midst of it all. Even with the mask obscuring her face, I could recognize her features, and her body was fitted into a tight bodycon dress that hugged her curves. Anger flooded me as the men around her ogled as she moved her body. What was she doing here?

Before I could process the implications of her presence, Sheila led me to a secluded table, her eyes sparkling with mischief. As we sat down, my mind whirled with questions about what to do. Sheila would want to make this a scene, and I wasn’t ready to put Lotus into an unnecessary drama.

“What’s wrong, Peter? You look like you don’t know any to be here..” Sheila purred.

I flashed her an angry look. “You forced me here, Sheila. Should I be happy ?”

She twisted her hair in her index fingers. “Whatever. I am really enjoying this, you know.”

“Sheila, I’ll make this clear to you. I don’t have anything for you. I am doing this just to prevent you from acting like a bitch. Leave Lotus out of this, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Alright.” She winked as she brought a glass to her mouth.

“Excuse me.” I stood up, knowing exactly what I was going to do.