Spoiled By A Zillionaire

Shane stood at the balcony of the tenth floor of Sky hotel enjoying the view and warm sunlight. He took his binoculars to zoom at the area he planned on buying. He was still on that when he caught glance of a woman at the balcony of the hotel across his. He adjusted his binoculars, curiosity getting the best of him. The woman had a black mask on her face, all he could see was the lower half of her face. She had full lips and an oval shin. She wore a long, tight, velvet black gown that accentuated her gifted bust, tiny waist and curvaceous hips. “Sexy,” he thought. Many women threw themselves at him because of his wealth. Very few cut it into his sexy category. Only if he could see the rest of her face. He tried zooming more, hoping to get an indication of who it might be. His eyes landed on the sniper rifle set-up behind her. “A sniper, probably,” he thought to himself before it registered to him that he could be her target. He had rivals that had tried to kill him before. He cursed under his breath when she looked straight at him. “f**k!” he cursed when she opened fire right at him. Propelling his body and diving towards his hotel room, he crawled towards door while summoning his men. His hands covered his head as the hail of bullets shattered the windows, tiny glass pieces cutting his skin. He was by the door when the shooting stopped. That’s when he saw five armed men lying dead in his suite. “What the f**k?” He did not even hear them get in. Those men were definitely there to kill him. He wondered how they even gained access to his suite. The woman in the hotel across had just saved his life. Why? Who was she? He stood up and walked back to the balcony. Just in time to see the woman wipe and wrap up her rifle. She saluted him and disappeared. He was still debating his next move when his door opened and his men ran in. They looked shocked at the dead heavily-armed bodies. “Find out who sent them and find the woman,” he instructed. They all nodded, relieved that they were not fired. Their boss did not tolerate incompetence. Five armed men getting into his suite was the definition of incompetence. Shane was in his chopper when his mother called. “Mother.” “Where are you?” his mother asked with a strained voice. Shane knew by her voice that something was up. “You are sounding strange. What’s happening?” he asked. “Daniel does not know where you are. You can’t just vanish like this. It is no longer safe!” Melisa yelled while his son let out a sigh and braced himself for another sermon. “Monroe, Darko and their men were gunned down in Ruber city a few minutes ago,” Melisa explained. She lost everyone and Shane was the only family she had left. She just could not afford to lose him too. “What?” Shane asked, flabbergasted. He knew that Darko was in the city, but Monroe was news to him. It was no wonder that his mother sounded so shaken. Monroe was their biggest enemy. He was one of the founders of the west cartel and responsible for his father’s murder. The man hardly travelled because every law enforcement agency was looking for him. “It happened a few minutes ago outside Sky hotel. No suspects yet. Good riddance!” Melisa spat out while he gathered his thoughts and shook his head. His men informed him that there were bodies on the street too, but they did not get to identify them because the police were already on scene. The girl. She actually took out the most dangerous and most wanted men in one go. He could not help but be envious of her achievement. He spent most of his childhood and adult life imagining the day he would avenge his father. She had beaten him to it. He needed to find out who she is. “I am safe and will be home in an hour, Mother.” “What about what we spoke about?” “I know, Mother. I have six months to wed and have an heir,” he said pre-emptively before ending the call and contacting his men. “Anyone found the sniper?” “She was gone when we got there, Sir.” “Find her.” “Yes, Sir.” Two months later, Shane woke up from another one of his intimate dreams. He cursed under his breath when he felt his damp boxers. That was becoming a common occurrence. He was like a teenager all over again. The sniper girl was messing with his head and dreams. He now knew who she was and everything about her. She was in his reach but having her was out of the question. He made a conscious decision to forget about her, but his subconscious mind was not letting him. The recent images of her at the beach with a two-piece bikini suit were filling his every imagination. He thought she was sexy when she was meters away with a mask on, but he was not even close. He found her perfect in every sense of the word. If there was such a thing as his ideal woman, she would be it. He shook his head, getting irritated with himself. He could have any woman he wanted, just not her. That would just open up a can of worms he did not want to deal with. An hour later, he got into the elevator at Foster enterprises heading to his office floor. His heart pounded when the doors opened on the first floor and there she was. “Get in,” he commanded when she hesitated. “Good morning, Sir,” she greeted with that honey voice he wished was reserved for only him. Unfortunately, that was just wishful thinking on his part. He only nodded his head as the doors closed again. He shifted to stand slightly behind her to give himself the opportunity to ogle without her noticing. The prospect of being alone with her in the elevator was raising feelings he ought not have. He had her in that very elevator in one of his dreams. He knew that he should not look, but his eyes scanned her from head to toe, despite warning bells going off in his head. Her black curls fell down on her shoulders, just the way he always imagined them. He ran his hands on those curls in his dreams. The white silky blouse, sexy pencil skirt and low silver pumps were simple, but perfect in his eyes. She was no doubt in the supermodel category, he wondered what she saw in his arrogant pompous ass of a nephew. “Maybe she is a superficial bimbo,” he thought to himself. Convincing himself of that helped him to keep his distance from her, but he knew better. He knew her school grades and her work. She was one of those few hot geniuses and lying to himself was no longer working. The part of his brain that controlled his dreams was definitely not sharing his sentiments. The elevator was between floors when a slight turbulence followed by a loud bang filled it, then the lights suddenly turned off, leaving them in pitch darkness. Shane instinctively held tight the woman, who clung onto him. He could feel her body trembling against his. He could not see anything, but he felt her every move. “It’s Okay. Just breathe,” he urged and felt her chest rise and drop against him. He rebuked and suppressed his desires when he felt his manhood react to having her in his arms. She never spoke a word, but clung to him until the technicians fixed the elevators. He watched her run off the moment the doors opened. Letting out a sigh, he headed to his office, but could not ignore how his body was already missing her warmth. He had just taken a seat when he received an apologetic email from her. Dear Sir. Please accept my sincere apology for invading your space. I am claustrophobic, but that is by no way an excuse for my actions in the elevator. Regards Lola Brown. He shook his head. The woman he longed for had no idea how memorable their encounters have been. He decided to focus on the business plans his managers submitted. They were all impressive, but he thought that Mike’s plans were exceptional. With the company extending abroad, he was always traveling. He needed a senior manager who would oversee things when not around. All his managers were gunning for the job. Being a senior manager meant being an acting CEO of Foster enterprises when Shane was not around and it had very lucrative benefits. Shane rang for his PA and passed him the plans. “Give him the senior manager’s position.” Daniel hesitated when he saw the name, prompting his boss to ask. “Speak.” “Not only does he exploit his subordinates, he is a pompous ass and he does not know the job, Sir,” Daniel objected, while his boss suppressed his laughter and maintained a straight face. “This says otherwise,” he pointed out while hiding his amusement. “Everyone here knows that Miss Brown drafted those plans, Sir,” Daniel responded while Shane lifted his eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. He already knew that, because he kept an eye on all his conniving cousins. “Did Miss Brown confess to this?” he enquired, already knowing the answer. Daniel shook his head. “She will never admit it, Sir. She is irritatingly loyal to him.” “I see. Give Mike the promotion,” Shane ordered, no longer amused. His mood had suddenly turned dark. It was not only business that was keeping him away from his headquarters, but also his obsession with a woman he ought to forget. “Yes, Sir.”