WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

The beautiful well lit Beijing city flashed in Opula’s eye as the taxi drove by throwing past tall edifice and sky scrapers which she beheld wholeheartedly with her face bemused with smiles.

“Do you like Beijing?” asked Fanny who was seated next to her at the back.

“Yes, such an awesome place to visit.” she replied, smiling and feeding her eyes.

In few minutes the taxi pulled up outside of a spacious garage in a building with numerous cars and onlookers with SY CLUB illuminating across the building.

“Where are we now?” asked Opula, who had been thinking about fanny’s real identity. Was he sent to spy on her? Or was he real? The magic had happened so sudden and they were so into each other now as though they had known each other for years. Who is this guy? And what is he up to that he agreed to my demand so sudden, she thought.

“We have had a long day in the plane so I deemed it fit we loosen up at the club before retiring home.” His blue eyes rolled at her and she agreed with a wide smile.

They alighted from the taxi and advanced into the rowdy club. His hands held hers and she felt this cold sensation, a sensation so rare that she glared at him to confirm if he was actually the one or another person. “Follow me,” he said as they took the stairs opposite. He shook his head to the sound of the lively music on the background. What is he up to now and where is he taking me to? She thought as they walked past lovers webbed up at the corner, busy kissing and touching themselves in a remarkable way, and a few strippers giving lap dance to addicted men.

They appeared at the top of the club, well lit and a separate bar with nobody but for the bartenders, add to its aura it had an ocean view. The whole night appeared green. Opula stared around agape, being wowed to be in such a place.

“Do you like it?” asked Fanny still holding unto her hands and smiles hanging across his face.

“Yes,” she unlocked from his hold and walked around.

Soon they were seated and their orders were supplied by the bartender.

“I often come here when I want to be isolated from the world. It is expensive that is why most people don’t book it. I have booked it for 6 months. In six months no one will come here except me.”

Opula winked. Is he that rich? Who is this guy? Hmm I must find out, she thought.

“So tell me what you do for a living?” asked Opula, taking a spoon of the spicy pasta and sipping a Spanish red wine.

“I am a technology investor. I have flare for technology, and believe in a world of technology,” said Fanny, his smile kept and eyes on her dashing face. “And you what do you do for a living?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

What do I tell him now? If I say I am a hustler it would sound suspicious. Nobody must know about my mission, nobody, not even love would make me lose out on my revenge. I will lie I also invest in technology, say artificial intelligence, yes it will go a long way for him to lead me to Ziu Lee, because that bastard is also into technology, so he wouldn’t doubt me, she thought. “What coincidence, I also invest in technology.”

“Really?” said fanny.

“Yes, artificial intelligence, it is a career I will love to pursue for the remaining part of my life.”

“Tell me what you know about artificial intelligence.”

She chuckled, “If you really want me to teach then you must pay me,” she said jocularly.

“Oh I will pay, trust me I will even pay you with my heart.” he said

Her eyes came on his fingers. I don’t think he’s married. Or he may be married but the type that drops his ring whenever he is out to flirt. Yes such a cute rich diva as this can’t be a free dweller; he must have pulled all the women in the world and broken their hearts whenever he wanted. “Artificial intelligence is the rescue of human troubles and stress, say a help meet, yes. Do you know there is a robot now that takes the place of a man, date and love a woman and even make love to her?”

“Yes I have heard of that but I never took it serious. But how can technology be cruel to us. Nobody can take my place in love, because love is a beautiful thing.

By some random mistake Opula spilled the wine on her dress, her bust region, and Fanny hastened to her aid, and started off drying with his handkerchief, “So sorry, dear, so sorry,” he sympathized with her and pressed onto her bust and Opula was tickled as she held unto his hand. She looked at her helper and he looked back. Their eyes had locked at once and she felt the urge to allow him keep her arm there. The magic had returned and it was too irresistible for her to decline his hold. She fought within herself and threw her gaze and said, “Can I use the rest room,”

He returned to himself and smiled, “Oh over there, take care.”

She stood up and started walking and he sat back and admired the glory that accompanied each foot that she threw forth; the mountain of hips that caked on her waist and the big backside that forced unto her skirt. He agreed within himself he would make her his woman and keep her close to his heart.

In the toilet Opula shut her eyes and rested against the wall, spiting and cursing herself if she should ruin her mission because of love she was not too sure of.

Opula what is wrong with you. You just met him less than 48 hours ago and you are falling. No. this can’t be you. You must take hold of your heart and push him aside, stay away from him because Ziu remains the target. Go back there and tell him to go to hell and let you be. You have enough money on you that can last you a few nights in Beijing. You have one month to find the billionaire and revenge. One month. One month, she thought, opened the door and dashed out angrily to confront him..