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Karen chuckled, she quickly cover her mouth with the back of her palm as melissa and Williams starred daggers at her.

"It doesn't belong to me" melissa said again "I have to go give it back".

Williams grinned, his look zeroed on melissa's lips, if only she could read minds! Melissa would have been nowhere else but in his bed, screaming his name.

He stood up, took karen's hand and with a slight bow and his signature smirk, he said.

"If the person is a lady, beg her if it's a man, suck his dick".

The dark sensation in his empty eyes explained alot. He placed a prolonged kiss on karen's bruised lips, watching melissa intensively from the corner of his eyes. They walked away with his hand wrapped around her thick waist, karen laughing at a joke Williams made.

"You guys are Devils!" Melissa yelled.

Williams frozed, still glued to a spot he brought out his black card and handed it over to Karen. His arrogant cute face, lite with his signature smirk.

"I would have loved to give you what you want, but that would be only if you let me make love to you".

Karen and Melissa felt puzzled, they exchange looks before snapping out of their trance.

"Are you freaking kidding me!?". Karen yelled.

Williams snorted, he removed his hand from karen's waist. His jaw bone work as he took back the black card from Karen's slender fingers. His lips tight and his face shew no emotions.

"I don't accept any from for disrespect" He said through clenched teeth "Same as I don't accept rude replies from one of my toys".

Karen blinked, she moved few steps backwards as if dodging something from him. She placed the tips of her fingers on her cleavage that looked too exposed to be a design.

Her mouth agape .

"I don't understand what you are talking about babe". She muttered.

Melissa at the other hand, was finding it diffult to either laugh out loud or still fuss about how she was feeling 'cheated' on or the phone she had to think about replacing.

"You two can think about it" Williams turned and walked away "I will double the price of the phone for each of you, if you both agree for..... twosome".

"Ewwwwww!" Melissa squeezed her face "Go tell that to your mother you fucking son of a bitch".

It was certain, a person would not be able to explain the kind of ability Williams possessed when he needs them. His strong fingers wrapped itself tightly around melissa's neck.

"Do not say trash about my mother" it sounded more like a growl "You do not fucking say things or I slice off this pretty tongue of yours".

Melissa was choking, she slapped his arm as a sign that she surrendered but to no avail. She pinched and tried to kick, she obviously could feel her precious life been drained out of her.

Williams looked straight into her stormy brown eyes. His expression blank as usual, his jaw bone moved as his lips formed into a thin straight line.

As soon as Williams released her, she fell, crawled into a ball and began to cry.

She stared straight into his eyes.

When it looked like he was back to his humanly senses, he mouthed.

"I love you".

With that, he walked out. karen called after him name, run-walking to meet his gaint strives, he seemed not to stop.

Rosie was already waiting for him with his BMW door open, her attire was different, not professional like the last time

She wore a skimpy armless dress, which was just few centimeters below her cover butt. Her hair covered her bare shoulders, stopping above her cleavage. Her red boot had it rope tied to the half of her tigh.

Her eyes were covered with a red sun glass, her lips blood red while her clear set of white teeth shore in a bright smile.

"Something is after you" she looked at Karen who was running towards the car. As Williams refused to answer her, she got, closed her door and waited for his order.

"Ignore it".

With a pleasant smile on her face, she drove off, laughing humorlessly when she heard Karen scream.

"Fuck you!!!". Karen cried as she fell to the ground.

In his car, Williams grinned. He insert his wireless earbuds then let his grin grow into a mischievous smirk.

"Fuck you too" it sounded more like a whisper "She would want to come home, tell her I don't want to see her yet". He said to Rosie.

Rosie looked at his face through the front mirror, she would have removed her sun glasses because it was hanging below her necklace, in between her cleavage.

"What did I teach you about acknowledgement, Miss Federico".

Rosie nodded slightly, with her guts all gone, she clenched on the stereo wheel.

"Noted".

"Sire?".

"Noted. SIRE".

The humiliation felt heavy than any other sex mate could keep. Last night, her boss was on her, groaning! Having sex with her like she was the only woman on earth.

Even when obvious she was five years older than her boss, Williams, she still need to get married to him and have him hooked. Not because he was her boss, but she was inlove with her boss and she need his money.

Badly, she happen to be a gold digger in love with her boss.

From the mirror she could see Williams smirking. His Hazel Green eyes locked with hers.

She still couldn't believe she fell in love with a player, she fell in love because he look so handsome. He also appears to be a billionaire, very good in bed.

"Maldito hijo de puta" she cussed in a whisper.

"What did you just say?". Williams half yelled, his expression pissed as he lean forward towards his driver.

"I wasn't talking to you sir" Rosie muttered, visibly shaking, avoiding his gaze .

"déjame creer que solo estabas pensando en voz alta". He replied bluntly "The fact that you are a very loyal servant to my father and I makes no difference, I can fire you just as I fire other people everyday".

Rosie muttered series of apologizes before heading towards a clear street.

In response to her apologizes, Williams snorted before taking his attention to his phone. He went to his social media apps, and began to search 'Melissa Harts'. Many results with the same name popped up.

After along period of searching, he decided to search 'red hair'. Melissa's picture was the first, followed by random girls with red hair.

"Catch ya". He smiled as he clicked on her post.

His smile increased as he noticed the large number of followers she have, even when her only picture was her profile picture and the rest were random things she blog about people still seem to love her vibes.

He too love her vibes.

He love the way she smile, the way she stare at him, the way she eat, she way she dance, the way she play her violin, the way she live her social media live. He just love everything about her!

He was such a pervert stalker, who had the punishment of loving his enemy.

His punishment is loving her badly.

When he arrived at his building in his estate, he got to his room, and asked for no disturbance.

He fell to his bed lazily, his left arm on his face while the right under his head. Successfully ignoring the person knocking, he walked to his fridge.

"Your father wants to speak with you" Rosie spoke into their communication device, despite the fact that they couldn't see each other face at the moment, her tongue still coat and emphasize hate towards her boss.

"Will be there in ten".

As Williams prepared to see his father, he was a bit tensed. He knew he had something to rectify or had done something wrong.

The ride to the communication chamber was short, just few building away from his personal one. The door opened itself before he got there, it had scan his face before he arrived.

The communication chamber was a place he and other person talk to his father since he was diagnosed far. The large room was almost empty, just four people. Himself, Rosie, Luciano and his step brother, Micheal.

And of course, his father Robert Hughes boldly showing on the huge screen.

Robert Hughes looked too pale in his early sixties. Natural he was supposed to be strong and healthy but accordingly to the doctor, he had few months to live.

His system had been damaged by hard drugs.

"Nice to see you. Brother". Michael extended his arm for a hand shake, a smirk on his face as he angled himself so the man in the screen could see them. "He is watching!".

Williams hesitated, he took Micheal's arm, he never took his gaze off the hand, not even for a moment.

They took their seats, all had spacees of two to three chairs from the next person. It took them few minutes to settle.

"Hey!". Robert Hughes thick voice echoed the room.

His Hazel Green eyes scanned the room lazily, his lips thin as he shoved his stray dark hair off his face. He was the old copy of Williams, the only difference was the tattoo that painted his arm, neck and half part of his face.

"Where is Gabrielle," he asked.

Williams snorted, this was why he hated having a meeting with his dying father, he would surely bring in the people he hate so much.