Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“That such a beautiful woman like you would lie. All beautiful women are such good liars.” Shit. Now where did this come from? All beautiful women were such good liars? Sexist much, man.

“What?” she hissed. “I can’t believe you! Not only you are rude and accusing me of something I didn’t do, but you are also insulting women! Asshole!”

Well, I did deserve that one, but it didn’t sting any less. “You have no idea what you are talking about so shut your mouth. After all, it’s good for only one thing.” I smirked to increase the humiliating effect. “For a blowjob.”

Instantly, she became red as a beet, her pretty green eyes darkening in fury. Her hand twitched, and for a second I thought she was going to slap me. I took a step back, just in case.

“You.” She actually began to tremble, her face changing colors quickly. “I have met a lot of rude people in this business so far, but no one was as rude as you are.”

“I’m glad to be the best.” I winked and moved aside to walk around her.

I reached the front doors and she was still standing in the same spot, her back turned to me. My eyes momentarily zeroed in on her ass, and I almost groaned. My cock twitched, but I had to suppress any sexual urge. Man, her ass was a piece of art.

“Try not to get lost,” I said and got out of the building before she had the opportunity to react.

When I reached the noisy street, I noticed how hot I felt, fuck. This back and forth sparing left me even more frustrated.

It was a shame. I didn’t remember when was the last time I so attracted to some woman, but she had to be my competition and I couldn’t do anything to her. The irony.

And now I realized we’d never exchanged names.

I opened the door of my car and sat down, telling myself to stop thinking about her. She wasn’t important. I would make sure to get that building, and I would never see her again.

2

Rebecca

I stood in the middle of the old lobby after I spent some time going through this whole place, taking mental notes. This building was historic and it was beautiful—it would be just amazing if I could get the job. I could envision all the changes that needed to be made and I was more than eager to start with the work as soon as possible.

Interior design had been my dream since I was a child. I could remember moving my mother’s furniture around in the living room to give it a more welcoming feel. But I was way beyond my mother’s living room now and currently I was hoping to add this building to my portfolio. After I finished my college several years ago—always being a straight-A student—I worked on various projects, but none of them were as important to me as this one.

Since I was little I wanted a career for myself, dreaming of becoming successful and independent. I’d been really driven from the start. So I studied a lot and dedicated my life to becoming the best.

I got interested in architecture and art in my early teen years. I’d been attracted to various architectural styles and the way they combined into one perfect whole. My parents liked to travel a lot, so by the time I finished high school, I’d visited so many countries around the world that I’d lost count. Traveling enabled me to see all those famous buildings in person and get the inspiration I needed for my own portfolio.

I had a really good sense of space and combining different colors and materials together. I could create the perfect interior in my mind after just one look, and I already envisioned what this place was going to be like. I couldn’t wait to get started.

I knew this building was for sale and I wanted to be the designer who was hired by the new owner to redecorate the interior. The reason why I was really interested in this project was because I had some special memories of this building. This place was once a beautiful hotel and I used to come here for brunch when I was a child. My parents and I always had a great time here, and the food was just delicious.

The hotel’s interior had been breathtaking and expensively furnished. I remembered spending a lot of time just staring at the walls, ceilings, and paintings, and creating my own design in head. I was really attached to it. Now it was almost painful to see the damped walls, broken windows, and unkempt furniture.

I thought it would be amazing if this place was restored to its original beauty. I was sad when I discovered that the hotel went bankrupt and no one offered to buy it from the owner. Many year

s had passed, and the building was deteriorating gradually. That was why I was beyond happy when I heard that it was for sale, and I knew I had to compete to work on this project. I would give my best to be selected by the new owner as their designer.

I just prayed that no one tore it down. That would be terrible.

I wrote down several things in my notebook—mostly about the materials that would be needed for this place. Even though I was excited about the project, I also felt stressed. Unfortunately, my stress followed me my whole life. Whether I was focusing on studying or my business projects, my anxiety was always there. I was serious, and I had a hard time relaxing and letting go of stress. I was always so tense and thinking about tasks, deadlines, and work, that I didn’t have time or energy to commit myself to anything that wasn’t related to my career.

That was why I didn’t have many friends. I didn’t go out much, but that was okay, because I knew I couldn’t have a successful career and a good social life at the same time.

At the moment, I felt even more stressed than usual, because I couldn’t get over the asshole that had run into me here.

I couldn’t believe him! If anyone had told me someone would insult me in that way for no reason, I would tell them they were crazy!

It was clearly his fault that we bumped into each other. I expected him to look up and step aside, but he didn’t. He continued walking, keeping his eyes downcast, and didn’t even bother to pay attention to his surroundings.

He was so rude! He was definitely the most inconsiderate person I’d ever met. How dare he treat me that way? What was worse was the fact that he didn’t just insult me—he insulted all beautiful women with his stupid comment. Not that I’d ever given a blow job before anyway. These lips had never touched a dick, barely any part of me had.