Billionaire's Treasure

Chapter 11

BERYL

I make it to work on time despite being in pain.

Thankfully, Mr. Wilson who's already in his office doesn't hit or yell at me.

Apart from asking for the usual reports, he asks for coffee, water and paracetamol.

My whole body hurts and I pop a pain reliever and go on with my job.

Blake pops in to say hi and he's on his usual jovial mood.

We exchange pleasantries and I ask him what I can do for him.

“You'll be accompanying me tommorow night for drinks.” he says with a grin.

“Oh no! I can't! Unless you ask father for permission.”

“Permission granted. I've already spoken to him. The old man doesn't care!”

“Where are we going to!” I ask curiously.

“A club!” he replies.

“But..”

“No buts cupcake. You're coming with me and that's final.” he says as he backs off, not turning to face where he's heading to.

He nearly bumps into Arnold who's glaring at him.

“I'm sorry man!” be apologises and walks off.

“Who's that?” Arnold snaps, glaring at me.

I eye him in disbelief. Does he mean he doesn't know Blake, the upcoming Chief Executive Officer of this corporation?

It's like my silence irritates him because he walks towards me.

“That's Blake. Don't you know him? Everyone does!” I'm really surprised.

“If I do, I wouldn't be asking you. And why is he calling you cupcake?” his eyes become red in fury.

I stand from my desk and beseech him to calm down.

He grabs my arm and pulls me closer towards him.

“Don't tell me to calm down!” his grip tightens and I wince in pain. “Answer me damn it!”

“He's my brother, Blake Wilson! He's the next CEO!” I answer quickly and breathlessly. “He always calls me cupcake, munchkin...what is it to you anyway?”

His hold on my wrist loosens and his features soften.

“I'm so sorry Beryl. I just felt I should protect you. It won't happen again.” he apologises.

“It better not!” I eye him with disgust as I rub my wrist. What's wrong with him?

“I promise. How about I buy you lunch today?”

“I will be busy in the office.” I retort as I stare bluntly.

“It's okay. I'll buy you some other time.” he says with his usual smile. He then leaves my office and I suddenly wonder what that was all about! It's not like I'm his girlfriend, hell no!

He's just my buddy. We go out for lunch together and I either pay or he pays.

What the hell...?

My appetite for food leaves immediately he's gone. I can't keep him off my mind through out the whole time.

He wouldn't hurt me, would he?

Mr. Wilson calls me to his office. He looks tired and sad.

“Sir..”

He sighs and looks up from his paperwork.

“Brenda has done it again. She was photographed sniffing cocaine!” he says while groaning. “I need you to get rid of the evidence. I don't want to see you home unless you're done!”

“Sir....I'm afraid she's really going to hurt herself if she doesn't slow down!” I say and immediately regret opening my mouth.

Mr. Wilson sweeps everything off the table to the ground angrily.

“You think I don't know that?” he stands up, orders me to clear the mess and says he's done for the day! He brushes past me and bangs the door behind him. At least, I'm glad he has spared me. He didn't hit me as usual.

I pick everything up and put all in place. Thankfully, the computer is intact. I sigh in relief as I head back to my desk.

I finish my reports and begin working on clearing Brenda's mess. I make calls, issue threats and having settled everything, I switch off the office light and walk to the meeting room. I don't even feel like going to that godforsaken house!

I lean on the glass walls and watch as the rain pours. It's dark outside and there's lightening and storm.

I'm so engrossed into the scenery outside when a bass voice jolts me back to reality.

“Mr. Smith? You scared me!”

“I'm sorry Beryl. I came for the files. I didn't know you'll be here this night!” he apologises.

“Do you always stay up till late?”

“No. I was working on something!”

I hand him over the files and after assembling all my stuff, I wear my coat and make sure Mr. Wilson's office is locked.

I follow Henry to the lift and he presses the ground floor button.

“Do you have a car here?” he asks.

“No, I'm taking a cab home.” I reply.

“I'll drop you home. You can't get a cab in this kind of storm and rain!” I try to say no but he doesn't give me any choice.

We walk to his car and I climb onto the passenger seat, inclining it and leaning against it. I sigh heavily as we drive in silence towards my house.

HENRY

Since I realised one of my employees was given the wrong files by the Wilsons, I've been restless.

I find no need to be mad at the guy because I didn't specify which files to pick, and again, he's not supposed to check them out!

I request Carla to put me through to the BlackBerry corporation.

“Mr. Wilson speaking, how may I help you?” Tyler's heavy voice responds from the other side.

“You gave my guy the wrong files. Kindly make the shipping and fright files ready, I'll be picking them later today.”

I hear him groan and clear his throat.

“I'll make them ready. Just make sure you specify on which files to be picked next time!”

I murmur a thankyou before hanging up. The guy isn't happy with me after stating that I'll be getting married to Beryl.

I'm in a meeting after a meeting all day and when I am finally done, it's almost 9:00pm and I have a lot more work to do.

When I'm finally done, I pick my suit coat and an umbrella because it's raining heavily outside. I get into my car and drive towards BlackBerry corporation.

It's almost 11:00pm and a security guard let's me in.

I apologise to him for waiting for me under that weather but he assures me that he's okay.

“I'm on night duty so no big deal...” he assures me.

I walk through the corridors of the dimly lit building and get into the elevator. I press 10th floor button and lean on the walls as the damn thing ascends up.

I walk out into near darkness. I'm about to follow the lights when I hear a voice from the other meeting room.

A figure is leaning against the glass walls, talking over the phone. There's no doubt it's Beryl. She's in a heated conversation with someone.

When she's finally done, I clear my throat and she looks my way, switching on the lights. We exchange pleasantries then I tell her why I'm there, pretending that I didn't hear her conversation.

We then walk to her office and as she puts the files in order for me, I can't help but check her out. My fingers itch to caress her, to cuddle her, to hug her, to kiss...

It's then that I realise I've not laid anybody since I made my interest in her known.

Everytime I think if calling one of my call girls, I just remember her and I feel like I'm cheating on her already!

“Do you always stay here this late? In the dark?” I frown.

“I have to stay late if I'm asked to...” she says as she shuts down her computer. I watch her as she picks her blazer and puts her laptop in her bag then picks her handbag.

“Is there anything else you want?” she asks.

“No, that's all.” I reply as I cross check the files.

I walk out of the office as she walks behind me. I press the button outside the elevator and we both get in.

I'm surprised when she presses the first floor button instead of the parking lot one.

“Do you have a car in the parking?” I ask curiously.

“No, I'll take a cab.”

A lot of thoughts are cruising though my mind. Tyler Wilson is a heartless man! He can't even send her a driver to pick her up?

Cabs are dangerous at night and buses too as well as trains.

Why is she maltreating her?

I can't wait to take her out of this s*****y she's undergoing.

“I'll drop you home.” I offer pleasantly.

“No. Let me take a cab.”

“No way! It's raining heavily and I'm not giving you a choice. I'm dropping you home and that's final.” My voice comes out as a command.

I help her climb on to her seat and we drive silently towards their house. When we reach the huge gates, I notice that she has been sleeping after inclining her seat.

I lean to her side and whisper into her ears.

“Beryl, we're home already.”

She let's out a muffled yawn then says a thank you.

I ask her for her phone and feed my number then beep hers into mine.

“Whenever you are stuck, just let me know.” I tell her.

“Thank you Henry.” she beams.

The mere mention of my name makes blood rush through my veins towards my groin. I feel my joystick rising up, finally pricking my pair of pants.

No one has ever gotten me hard by just mentioning my name....no one!

I watch as she walks away, her heels clicking on the tarmacked drive way.

I take calming breathes but my member ain't cooling. I try to think about other stuff so as to distract myself. I can't help but wonder how she survives. Catching a bus or cab everyday? Can't they buy her a car?

My mind is preoccupied as I drive towards my house. She works day and night but providing her one luxury...a car proves to be hard. Why are they so inhuman?