Blackmailing The Billionaire

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Before we start reading I just want to put out this story is for mature audiences. 17+

It has sex scenes in it and a lot of swearing.

This book is also completed, and there might be a chance of a sequel.

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CHAPTER 1

" Are you fucking blind? " The Greek god in front me screams in agony.  

I had accidently spilt hot soup on our most important customer, he was our boss's special guest. Kill me, now!

" I... sir I am so..sorry " I stutter due to fear. I remember our manager informing us about this certain customer. 

The man right here was described as " The Most Notorious Billionaire Of America ". He owns multiple casinos bars in Las Vegas, but that is not even half his empire, he is the CEO of one the leading company with multiple branches all around the world. Surrounded by wealth, he has a high temper and attitude. He dates the most famous models only. That is what the paparazzi have posted. and what did I do? I tumbled a 85 degrees Celsius hot soup right on him. 

Wait a minute, rich people wear expensive clothes! That 3 piece suit must be the work of the most famous designer, rich people don't expect anything less. 

I grab the handkerchief and start rubbing it all over his suit, his muscular thighs and even his crotch in the state of absolute fret. 

" What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me you stupid waitress! " The man bellows, instantly standing up to his might. He must be over 6 feet for sure. His looks are quite deceiving. If not for a businessman he should have been a model. 

Even if I am not a man, I would totally buy the dresses he models, that is if I have the money.

" Are you even listening to me? This is the worst restaurant ever with the most moronic staff. Who even appointed this trash. Take me to Lisa right now! " The man orders our manager and my little bubble breaks. 

" Sir please do not complain... I will lose my job. I'm really sorry. I'll...pay for your suit if that is the reason for your complain. " I utter without even thinking, I need this job, badly! 

" Hah " The man pulls out a sarcastic laugh. 

" You will pay for this? " He taunts pointing to his clothes. 

I nod my head in in uncertainty. What did I get myself into? 

" Do you know how much it costs? Your lifetime savings won't make up for this suit. It's fucking 50 k, so tell me how exactly will you pay me back? " He asks with his one brow raised, questioning me or more like humiliating me. 

" I won't be able to sir. I'm sorry. " I whisper, looking down and back away a little bit. He has a way with intimidating people.

The manager leads the businessman to our owner Lisa's office right besides the reception.