Giamini

… “Is something wrong?”

He sighed. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke. “I don’t think we should continue this partnership.”

His tone sent chills down my spine. 

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“Your feelings,” he said ‘feelings’ like the word disgusted him, “have changed and it no longer aligns with the agenda.”

“How dare you? Who gave you information that helped get your company back from the Gulfs? Who was it that kept feeding you information about the Gulfs businesses. It was me.” I yelled, my tone no longer friendly. 

I’d met Gabriel when he had recently lost his company to Christian. He was at the brink of bankruptcy and Christian had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. He’d been stupid enough to sign a contract without reading it because he was desperate, and ended up losing more than they’d originally agreed.

“Now that you have your precious company back and some shares in the Gulf enterprise you think you can dump me with a stupid excuse like our motives no longer align? Don’t you fucking dare. I own you.”

I shook with rage, ending the call before he had a chance to reply to me.


My rage immediately became fear when I turned around and saw Christian standing by the door in my room.

“So you did take me up on my offer.” He was smiling, and the contrast in his words and demeanor only made me more afraid. 

Betraying the Billionaire

The designated driver was taking forever to get here. I started to feel pressed, so I went to the ladies room. When I came back, Henry wasn't where I had left him.

I tried calling his number, but it wasn't reachable.

"Excuse me," I stopped a passing waiter, "have you seen the guy who was sitting here? Long hair, tall…" I did my best to describe Henry.

"oh, Henry." The waiter said his name without hesitation. Not a shred of doubt in his tone. He was that certain.

For someone who claimed he had only been here a few times, he sure was popular. The way the waiter instantly knew who I was talking about, despite my poor description, made me wonder just how often Henry had actually been here.

"Upstairs?" He pointed up, "room 3. That's his."

The lies keep on coming