🔞🌹THE BILLIONAIRE’S STRIPPER🌹🔞
🔞🚶♥️ CHAPTER FOUR♥️🥀🔞
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW:Three hours before Sophia’s arrival:
The night was still young as a twenty-seven-year-old man stepped out of a jeep, whose door was opened by his driver. He walked towards the bar without pausing to spare the bald driver even a glance. He walked with powerful strides as he got to his destination, and the bouncers along the way were quick to move away for the man who was the second richest man in the world.
He walked in, going to sit in his previous seat as a glass of wine was brought to him while he waited for the woman whose Mõ@ɲs had occupied his mind for the past three weeks. His eyes roamed about, wishing to find her fast, but were met with nothing.
Instead, his eyes zeroed in on the female, whom he saw walking towards the toilet the day he was having horny talks about Sophia.
Veronica turned around, smiling at him, when she noticed him looking at her. She knew who he was, of course: Mr. Aleric Quinn, the world’s most handsome yet dangerous billionaire. She walked towards him seductively while he stared straight into her eyes and not at all at her body, but she didn’t mind; the fact that he called her to him with his eyes said it all; that’s what she taught.
Till she got so close and was down to be at the same level with the man who oozed so much power even while sitting down with an expressionless face. He pulled her closer by grabbing her chin with both his thumb and index finger as she got excited about leaning closer. He stopped her from moving by exerting just a little force on her chin, making her feel pain.
“Where is Sophia?” he asked, his voice sounding bored.
“Oh, that slut; she is finally pregnant after sleeping with everything that has a rod between its legs,” Veronica said, rolling her eyes. Aleric narrowed his eyes, knowing full well he was the first person to f-__-k her virgin @zz, and from the looks of it, she won’t be jumping to any other man anytime soon.
“I asked where she was,” Aleric said lowly. It sounded so thr_@tening.
“She doesn’t work here anymore,” she replied venomously before smiling at the businessman, who still stared at her with his calculative eyes.
“Where does she live?” That question shocked Veronica to the core, and it felt like she was electrocuted as she tried to move away from the stranger, but he held her tighter by her chin and pulled her closer.
The man to whom she would have bowed at the step he took pulled her so close that she felt fear creeping into her bones.
“I-I don’t know,” Veronica stammered as he pushed her away like she was just dirt beneath his shoe and stood up, anger clear in his eyes as he brought out an handkerchief to wipe his hand clean of her then throw the piece of expensive clothing towards her making veronica feel so dirty.
He walked out of the bar as his driver rushed to open the door for him, and he got into his car, bringing his phone out of his pocket.
“Find a woman called Sophia Donovan; get me all her information by dawn,” Aleric said into the phone, cutting the call before the person on the other side could react. The car drove off.
In the Quinn mansion, Mrs. Quinn sat on the dining table with her food untouched as Aleric walked in with anger oozing off him.
“You should have your meal before I get home, mother; otherwise, you would keep eating cold meals.” Aleric said, walking towards the dining room and kissing his mother’s cheek.
“Get me a wife who would replace my role, and I would stop,” she replied as the food was finally opened with her perfectly manicured nails.
“You might be getting one very soon,” he said, and her head snapped towards him.
“Really?” She asked for happiness in her voice.
“I said might, mother,” he replied, stuffing his meal into his mouth.
“Is-” he interrupted her words with a flick of his hand, and she zipped her lips quickly, eating her food so she could grill him for information later.
While in Sophia’s house, she rushed to pack her things, wanting to escape. It was a one-time thing, yet she had so many problems attached to it.
Immediately after the clock struck five, she was out on the street, rushing to the train track for a very long vacation. She picked up her phone and put out a call to her grandfather.
“Grandpa, arrange me a car; I’m coming home,” she said into the phone and rushed into the train.
A smile lit an old man’s face as he dropped the call and told the driver to wait at the airport even though it was too early.
“I’m celebrating something today,” he yelled as all the people in the meeting stood up to bow down at the old general. “Buy anything you want; the bills are on me; my granddaughter is coming home!”