Sexy Contract With The Ruthless Billionaire (Revised Edition)

GABRIELLA AMONTE. Even though he has never spoken to me personally and my first time speaking to him would be in a few minutes, when his personal secretary, Mr. Damon had told me to dress in a white shirt with three to four buttons undone and a black micro skirt – I imagined it in his tone and with his utterly stoic face. I wanted to say rumor has it that they have never actually seen him smile and the only few times they had managed to catch a little curve up of his lips was whenever he signs or signed a new deal, but they are not rumors. They are true. Not because I have no idea who he was but the fear of him that he has successfully crept into peoples’ hearts whether you work for him or not made me take out my phone last night to type in the ruthless billionaire’s name into the search engine. In no time his pictures and stories about him sprouted up, and displayed beautifully on my screen. He is indeed hot. Just looking at him, even a virgin would picture him on top of her. I spent more time scrolling through the images section, and not once did I catch a picture of him in any other outfit other than a suit, or white shirt with Armani pants that screams wealth. His body even in a shirt looks like he works out a lot. Not one of his pictures showed at least a slight curve up of his lips in a smile, and so I was prompted to search for smiling pictures of Leonardo Rucci to my surprise, I found one at least according to the blog that says so, but the picture was blurry and it requested I pay to see the picture. I attempted to pay for the picture just because of curiosity, I wanted to see what his smile looks like. Lo and behold, it was so expensive. The picture could get me a quarter of the money I am here for. If I had such money why would I be searching for him? I gave up. I probably was not destined to see him smile. I opted for reading stories both paparazzi and reporters put up, and all I could take out in summary was: that he is the devil himself. He cares for no one. Trust only two people. He is an orphan. He is a self-made billionaire who spent his mid-teen years up until his late twenties working extremely hard and at this very moment, he owns a major company with several other businesses under his major company. He is in the top two on the billionaire list in the country and he ranks tenth in the world. He is single with zero intentions of marrying anytime soon or even ever. He must also be an early bird, one the blogs did not mention. But I have managed to figure it out myself because Damon did mention he is always at the office at seven in the morning even though if he is absent there would be no mistake. In his words, he asked me who will want to lose a job that earns them their peers’ yearly salary in a month. And he was right. No one. He also mentioned how much he distastes a delinquent person as well as a non-punctual person. Hence even though he had through Damon asked me to come by nine, I have been seated in this corolla car that I practically begged even though it is inanimate to get here since seven thirty because I feared that if I arrived before or by seven I might bump into him and I clearly did not want to. I could barely have breakfast because I somehow do not know how luck played on my side for the first time in years for the devil himself to want me. I have no idea where he must have seen me but when Damon came up to me and asked me just one question, I could not answer at that moment but I sure knew if I turned down this offer or opportunity, I might never have a chance at such an amount of money ever again. And never having a chance at such an amount of money again would have meant nothing to me, but for the person I love the most in this world it means a lot. On a scale zero to one hundred, I am ninety percent nervous and ten percent happy that at the very least it is not some hideous old man or some unattractive man. I am a beautiful woman, my mother made sure to sink that into my head many times as I grew up. Although I may never get any lead role in the movies I feature in even though I know well that I deserve a lead role and I am good enough for the role, and even gotten compliments and comments from the directors and producers that I would make a great lead actress – but for some crazy reasons, I never end up one. And even though it had hurt a few times, I honestly did not mind. Not everyone will play the lead role, at least the rest of the scenes require other role players. “Damn.” I mutter as I take my trench coat off the shotgun seat. “Again, I hate my life right now.” I add as I tap on the blaring alarm’s ‘stop’ icon. I tug on the coat in the best possible manner one can in a sitting position before finally getting off to adjust it properly and secure some buttons into its fitting holes. Taking my phone, I shut the door and lock it. Walking away from the parking lot, I make steady strides towards the building. A few meters close, I can boldly read the name on the building despite my myopia. “RUCCI GROUP OF COMPANIES.” I read out and make a tut sound. He could have just called it a corporation. If the billionaire says so, who is a non-billionaire to correct? Taking a deep breath, I surreptitiously run my hand from the nape of my neck to my bun. Walking in feels so wrong yet beautiful even though it is dark with not even a soul in sight. Even though it is the lobby at least a life would ease either my trembling fingers or the bead of sweat forming on my temple despite the moderately cold room. “Ms. Amonte, you requested for all the employees’ dismissal and you got it. I added a bonus which is leaving the whole building dark even if it is day just so you are comfortable.” Damon says as he walks up to me. “Thank you.” My response is fast and if he is someone who picks up emotions from words, he could probably tell I am nervous even without looking at me. “I see you do not keep to deals. It is not for me to complain, but I had warned you last week and made it clear that he is someone who does not appreciate whoever flouts his orders. However, good luck.” His voice is suddenly soothing, and I can bet he gets just as many women as he wants too. I stand back as he holds the door open button for me to walk in and I bow slightly. “Eleven.” He tells me and I hit the floor button as the door closes. Undoing my buttons, I take off the coat and I hate to notice my reflection in the mirror but I do anyway. This godforsaken skirt does not even require me to bend over before exposing everything. I could as well walk into his office with just the shirt which equally should not be there since it leaves most part of my chest on full display, covering only the unnecessary parts of my breasts, n*****s, and my tummy. It is not too late for me to walk right out of this elevator and walk back to my car, and head straight to the hospital but again I may or will never see this huge amount of money again. The door swooshes open and as I step out I am faced with an extremely wild space that has just a desk and a swivel chair probably one for his secretary, and I spot the door that must be his office with no doubt and if I was trembling before, I do not know what to call my wobbling feet and fast beating heart. But still, I keep walking and I raise my hand to knock but hesitate. I tug the coat on again, and bop my head repeatedly before attempting to knock again.