BILLIONAIRE'S GAME OF LOVE

he slowly rested on it, reached out to her hair and let it down, she let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes, her mind wandered, and after what seemed like ten seconds, she smiled, she remembered, his p

e table when he gently placed his fingers over her wrist "can I have a word with you Olivia? "okay sure," she said and took a seat in front of him "come work for me", he said rather casually "huh?' she was trying to understand what he just said "come work for me in my office, the coffee butler we had has been fired for her incompetence, and since then we haven't had one, my boss is big on his coffee preparations, but I think you've got the talent", he explained, watching her every move and body language, he noticed her uneasiness, "your coffee seems to be the best in the area, and I think you deserve more than you get here", he added He reached out to his pocket, brought out what seems to look like a business card and dropped it on the table, forwarding it towards her. I'll think about it", she said and took it from him, he reached out again to his pocket, and brought out a pretty huge sum of dollar notes and handed it over to her, she noticed it was more than what he was supposed to give her, but he watches her countenance and said "you can keep the remaining, I would be looking forward to seeing you", he said and left the café. Approaching the house, Olivia seemed to be a bit happy, unlike other days where she would always return tired and exhausted, reaching for thr knob of the door, she turned it to the right and the door opened, she was welcomed by a cold silence across the living room, the fire from the fireplace was still lit up, it was almost strange, "they must have gone to bed early", she muttered to herself She walked further into the kitchen, and as usual, there was no food left for her, she was used to it, she always had a backup for days like this, she gently dropped her back on the counter, before the cold, dry and stormy voice spoke up "you came back late today", she knew that voice, that disgusting and infuriating crocked voice of Paul, her step father He took steps closer, each of them provoking, accompanied by the sound of the ruthless walking stick, that stick had a lot of history, she used to be abused at young age, as he came closer, she turned around slowly to face the monster "the café was not so busy today", she said quickly to avoid him coming any closer, he stopped half way, not much distance from her, he looked her in the eyes, and he said "Helen would not be coming home tonight", he said and paused, before he continued "its just me and you, all alone", that sounded really sultry, coming from a wicked and heartless old man, it made it even more icky and gross, Olivia couldn't tru