Cheating The Billionaire

Chapter 3

Taylor grew tensed when she realised whom she had messed with. Chase Franshaw was related to her boss who could kick her out of her boutique, if she were to find out how Taylor had treated him. Fear of losing out on her job, she hurriedly wrote an apology note and requested one of the waiters to pass it on to him.

She watched in apprehension as the waiter did as he was told to, but her heart broke the second Chase tore it and looked around for her. Steering clear of his radar, she sighed "He must be mad at me...why wouldn't he? How could I do something so lame?" she lowered her gaze in guilt and spent the rest of the night mulling over it.

After the curtains went down on the event, she made a count of all the designer outfits before sending it back to the boutique and left for home. As she waited at the bus stop, she happened to see Chase in his car. Her heart missed a beat when he slowed down and looked her in the eye before speeding off like lightning.

The next day Taylor's first priority was to apologise as a store manager. She arranged for a bouquet of flowers and the dress he had previously selected to gift his sister. "Deliver these to his office," she instructed and hoped Chased would forgive and forget the whole incident, but Chase Franshaw was a hard man to seek forgiveness from.

The flowers and dress did reach his desk, but when he saw the sender's name, he called in his secretary and instructed her to send it back. "Whoa! Is it your birthday, Chase?" His colleague, Phil enquired on seeing the flowers.

"Fortunately not! It's an apology from a toffynosed woman I met," Chase grimaced.

"A woooman....eh! Did you pick her up, was she pretty? Can I have her number?" Phil quizzed playfully.

"Hold your horses...she was pretty but I don't pickup girls employed by my aunt, especially those who refuse me," He paused and startled him.

"Refuse you! I'm intrigued, tell me what happened," His ears perked up as Chase narrated the incident.

Back in the boutique, Taylor was upset to find the flowers and dress on her work desk. She pondered on the possibilities of him complaining to Camilla and losing out on her job. The image of him staring at her from his car was still fresh in her mind. "Damn, what if he hasn't complained and I'm just assuming stuff, but what if he has already?" she mumbled and got worked up. 

Back at Chase's workplace, the two continued talking about her. "And after all that, she expects you to forgive her? I bet she'll stop pursuing you for forgiveness after what you did today," Phil exclaimed after hearing everything.

"I doubt she won't stop, she's quite persistent ...you don't know her," Chase's thoughts shifted towards Taylor and the manner in which she had pushed him out of the boutique. 

"Really? Well then let's have a bet. If you lose, you will have to give me thirty percent of the shares in our next project," he challenged.

"Deal, and if you lose, you give up thirty percent of your salary..." Chase added with a smirk.

Later that night Zac practiced under the flyover to win first place in the ARNC event. It was one of his many dreams to be a part of it, and there was no way he was going to let anything stop him. Driving repeatedly in top gear, he kept competing against his own time record. 

"Not good enough, Zac! Faster," Ben complained. "They will cover two laps while you'll still be struggling to cover the first one," he claimed and aggravated him.

Bringing his car to a screeching halt, he slammed the steering wheel and abused. "This s**t doesn't go further than this! How am I supposed to win driving this junk." Just as he was about to step out and change the worn out tyres, the men from Amethyst Inc. stopped by. 

Zac was about to speak when his attention fell over a trailer that pulled over. Without further delay they opened the trailer only to reveal a swanky new racing car for him. 

"Oh my God! Can you believe that?" his friend gasped and dropped his jaw.

"What a beauty...just what I needed," Zac admired it and felt thrilled.

"We did our part of the job, now it's you turn. The boss is counting on you," the representative said and handed over the keys along with a cheque to him. "The event isn't far away...you know what to do, right?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Don't tell a racer how to gear up! You want the first position, consider it done," Zac made it clear and sounded confident. The representative seemed impressed with his confidence and left with the rest.

No sooner they were out of sight Zac and his buddy danced in sheer joy. "We're gonna get rich!" Ben screamed.

"We?...i'm gonna get rich, don't forget it's me whom they hired," Zac reminded Ben and snubbed him.

"But we're a team, how can you forget that?" he cribbed in disappointment.

"We were, not anymore. Soon I'll have my own team at the ARNC event," Zac commented and got into his new car. "And just for old sake times, you can keep that junk," he added and ran his hands over the gear and wheel.

"I wasn't expecting this from you! I knew you were selfish, and today you proved it," Ben grimaced and watched as Zac drove away like lightning. Hurt and annoyed, he wished the worst for Zac for he felt cheated as a friend who had stood by him for years.

Taylor had hardly walked in when Zac pulled over in the garage. Puzzled seeing an unfamiliar car inside, she panicked and was about to raise an alarm until he stepped out. "You?Oh God, you frightened me there for a second!" she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Get ready to be surprised as well, babe!" he rushed to her side and passionately kissed her. Swooping her in his arms, he placed her on his work station and ran his lips all over her neck. "Okay I'm surprised! Now will you even tell me what happened?" She laughed and pulled away from his butterfly kisses. "I've never seen you this excited before," she looked at him curiously.

"Well dear, all you need to know is...we are gonna get rich," he whispered in her ear and held her closer. 

Any other girl would have jumped in joy, but Taylor's reaction was exactly the opposite. "You aren't smuggling something illegal are you? Zac how many times have I...." she expressed her concern before Zac hushed her. 

"You forgot what i told you earlier! I got hired to participate in the upcoming ARNC, remeber? I'm an official racer for a million dollar company," he announced in excitement and noticed the change in her expression.

"Oh wow! Really? You got a job," she gleamed in happiness and hugged him. "I'm glad this happened... no more living the life of a street racer," she felt relieved for she always feared for his life. "By the way who hired you, you said?" she crunched her brows.

"How does it matter, all I know is that our lives are going to change for the better! Let's celebrate," he caressed her arms and walked her to his car. "How about we drive down to the pub and get drunk?" he suggested as she scrutinized the expensive car. 

"Uhmm...It's too late for that, Zac. Maybe tomorrow, when I get free from the boutique," she refused since she had a hard day at work. 

"You never have time for me, do you?" he cribbed.

"But I do have time for a quick shower, unless you want to join in and prolong it," she gave an impish smile and walked away before Zac followed like a puppy.

After making love in the shower, Taylor recalled the whole Chase Franshaw incident and felt upset all over again. As she lay in bed with Zac, she pondered how to get rid of the constant fear of being sacked by Camilla for misbehaving with her nephew. She knew she had to put an end to it for it was affecting her performance at work. Mustering courage she decided what was best and planned to visit Chase personally at his workplace in the morning.

"It's no use living in fear, I'll sort it out tomorrow first thing in the morning," she mumbled and held his arm before closing her eyes.

(Sorry for such a long delay in updating this story. But i'm back and will post regularly)