A Billion to One (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 2)

He smiled and stepped closer.

Marvin reached up and caressed the back of his hand against her cheek. He was a bit taller than her, and the man did smell nice, she’d give him that, but he wasn’t going to cop a feel.

She turned away from him. He gripped her face.

“I know he spoke to you. You’re going to end the little love fest with those two male whores. You’re mine now. You like getting fucked in the ass, then I’ll fuck you in the ass. You’ll be my dirty little whore.”

She couldn’t even resist the move. She smacked him so hard across the face, the sound echoed through the room, and the hit left her handprint on his cheek. He stepped back and grabbed his face.

“What the fuck?”

“You listen to me, you little prick. I don’t know what you have on my father. I don’t know what lies or what information you threatened him with, but I am not going to marry you, never mind fuck you. I am also not going to stop seeing Cash and Zane. You get your ass out of my office, and you stay clear of my father. If you don’t, I swear, I’ll have you arrested for slander, for sexual assault, and for stealing from the company.”

“Stealing?”

“Yeah, asshole. I know you’ve been skimming off the numbers. Your reports have been bogus for the past three years. I have proof and I have the documents with everything in my safe. So how do you like being threatened?” she asked.

He stood there, his face red, but not as red as the mark of her hand on his cheek.

“You’ll regret this. You’ll regret fucking with me and so will your father.”

He stormed out of her office, and Chiara, despite her shaking body, twirled around and gave a fist pump.

“That felt so invigorating. Yes, Goddamn it that felt so good. I need to call Daddy,” she said aloud.

“What felt invigorating, and what the hell happened between you and Marvin?” Heather asked.

“Close the door. I have twenty minutes to explain things to you. I need your help. I have things in the safe. I want you to know what to do if we need to get to them in time, and before Marvin can sneak in and steal them. Not that it matters. I made copies of everything and created a file plus an e-mail ready to shoot off to all the board members and staff,” Chiara said as she moved around her desk and typed quickly on the keyboard. Then she explained everything to Heather.

“Holy shit. Are you going to leave them?”

Out of all the things she told her, that was what Heather was most concerned over.

“Hell no. I’m meeting them outside in twenty.”

“Oh thank goodness. I can’t wait to see that handprint of yours on Marvin’s face. What a dick.”

“Exactly,” Chiara said then showed Heather what she had on Marvin’s stealing habits.

* * * *

“Boss, Marvin called. He said that the woman wouldn’t take the deal. He was carrying on about her not marrying him or something. I don’t like that guy,” Cane stated.

“I don’t like him either, but using him to get the company out of Robert’s hands seemed like an easy way. I may have to just force Robert myself,” Angelo Gessati said.

“He told Robert that Chiara would get hurt if she didn’t leave those two men and go with him.”

“I told you, Cane, I don’t want Chiara hurt. Just wait for my call. I have to think this through. Chiara is exactly as I expected and then some.”

“You have to do something. I can handle it. Just a scare,” Cane told his boss. But really, he wanted to touch her. Chiara was quite the sexy beauty. The fact that she liked rough sex turned him on completely. He’d show her rough, and then leave her to be found. That was what masks were for.

“No. Leave her alone. I’ll think of another way. Robert will sell to Marvin. The paperwork is done, and it’s legal. Marvin will then hand it all over to me, and he’ll get five million. That’s more than enough for him.”

The boss hung up the phone and Cane stared at the garage entrance to the office building. As soon as Chiara got out, he’d nab her, scare her a bit, maybe even play a little, then let her off. By tomorrow or so. He smiled just as the door opened and Chiara stepped into the large parking garage.

* * * *

“What do you mean your father wants you to stop seeing us?” Zane asked, as he yelled into the cell phone. Cash looked at him, and mouthed the word “what.”