HE BELONGS TO THE BILLIONAIRESS

CHAPTER 6*GLASSES, YOU AGAIN*

||*KIMORA*||

I drove through the roundabout in the company space, turning towards the direction of the parking signs when my phone rang and I tapped on the Airpod in my ear. 

[Hello Uncle, good morning.] I greeted, following the direction of the security standing close to a parking sign. 

[Morning, how are you?] He asked.

[I'm fine, and you?] 

[Great, when are you leaving for the office?] Uncle Wyatt questioned, as I parked my car in the space that had the executive parking sign. 

[I'm currently outside the building, just parked my car.] I informed as I turned off the ignition.

[This early, Kim? You seem to take this more serious that I thought.] My uncle said, and I laughed. 

[It's only for today uncle, I just want to get familiar with the building before the staffs resume for work.] I explained, stepping out of the car, and I nod at the security officer, greeting me. 

[Oh I see, anyway I told the security men, you'd be coming in. And my secretary would take you through everything else you need to catch up on. Have a fun day.] Uncle Wyatt informed, and I walked through the door while the security held it open for me. 

[Thank you, I'll call you later in the day to let you know how it's going.] I tell him before ending the call and I stood in the large lobby of my father's company, taking the beauty of the space and decor. 

I had only been here once, when I was probably eight years old, I remember mum had picked me up from school that day and she was supposed to meet dad so she brought me with her. 

Although my face was covered because my parents had always lived a private life and never showed my face to the media, so even if I was outside with the nanny, no one could tell I was the daughter of the Reynolds. Which my life as a child easier, except for the loneliness of living in our mansion. 

Somehow, it helped after their death though, even though the public talked, there was no picture of me anywhere so no one could scrutinize my life and living the country was easier. Now that I am back, I am certain the media would want their piece of my face, what I looked like and what my life has been all these years. 

Another reason I would always appreciate uncle Wyatt, after I left London, he deleted all information or any link that could trace me back there or prove that I was ever there. So even if the media tries to dig up my past life, they would end up with a pile of nothing. 

I don't know my way around the building, except for knowing the single elevator that leads to the execution floor from the ground, but instead of riding that, I took the normal elevator. 

I wanted to get familiar with the floors and see the office layout so I stopped at the first floor first, walking through the corridor, while peeking into the office and checking what department it belong to.

 I know all this information would probably sit at my desk, but getting myself accustomed to the environment would help me relax in. I continued to the second floor, third floor, and then fourth floor. 

 I got out of the elevator on the fourth floor, raising my head to big notice that read sales department atop the wall and I walked around the first office space, looking through the cubicles. 

Workers mostly leave on or two things on their office desk that tell you about them, exiting the office, I walked towards another office that had sales manager plaque to the wall, his office look spacious. That's good I guess, I noticed a tiny space ahead, and I walked over to check it out, when my stomach suddenly rumbled and I groan. 

It must the excessive vegies I ate last night, and I didn't use the toilet this morning before shower, I pivot on my heels, looking around the large space for any direction to the restroom. Each floor should have its restroom, or at least on that three floors share, and I didn't look through the building layout uncle Wyatt sent yesterday. 

Geez this is embarrassing, my stomach rumbled again, and I groaned, I might not make it to the executive floor before this bombshell dropped. I walked down the hallway of the fourth floor, and I noticed a narrow turn on my left, without wasting time I walked to the direction and let out a breath of relief when I saw an arrow mark on the wall pointing ahead with restroom writing on it. 

I hastened my step towards the restroom door, but paused when I realised it was the male restroom, I looked around worriedly searching for another door for the female restroom but found none. I'll just use this anyway since there are no staffs around. 

With that thought I rushed into the men's restroom, glad that the door or stall weren't locked and I quickly entered one to do my business, while connecting my bluetooth to kill the boredom. 

Few minutes passed and my stomach settled, everything causing the disrupt gone and I cleaned up got myself decent before stepping out of the stall to unexpected sight. 

My eyes bulged as a guy standing in front of the urinals, probably just finished urinating and he used the hand holding his di'ck to shake it around a few times to get the rest of the urine out. I wanted to look away, but the pinkish shape of the head and the size had my eyes glued to the spot as I gulped. 

"Jesus Christ, who are you?" I jolt in place as the guy shrieked, rushing to put his di'ck back where it belongs and he fumbled with the zipper of his pants. 

"I am someone, and it's inappropriate for you to just bring out your di'ck like that, in the presence of others." I said in a clip tone, to cover my embarrassment and my statement had the guy raising up his to glare at me through his glasses. 

He eyed, before looking around the bathroom and turned to me. "Madam, I don't know who you are, but this is clearly the men's bathroom and I don't understand why you are trying to blame me for you mistakes." The glasses guy said in a calm voice, and I scoffed. 

"It still doesn't excuse how wrong your action was." I countered, instead of just apologising and walking away. But the embarrassment of admitting I had to use the men's bathroom because I was pressed wouldn't let me. 

The guy pushed his glasses up and he sighed, the more I looked up, somehow he had a resemblance to someone I met but I don't remember how or where. 

"It's too early for this, please go you way, madam, while I do my business." He replied, walking over to the sink and my mouth opened when I remembered how I know him. 

"Glasses, hey Mr." I called. He turned, pointing to himself, and I nod. 

"Yes, I'm talking to you, you were that rude guy at the shopping mall few days ago, weren't you?" I asked, and he frowned.

"I don't know what you're talking about madam, you probably got the wrong person." He replied, pushing his glasses up while scrunching his nose and I knew he had to be the one. 

"You are the one, you threaten to harass me sexually, I remember you clearly, are you stalking me? You are a per.vert, aren't you? How did you know I'd be in this building if you weren't stalking me? What do you want, money, or s*x?" I yelled at him and he flinched. 

He looked quite frightened by my outburst, but I would not buy his cute, innocent pretence. This is how they all start out, stalk me, try to get themselves involved in places I visit or like. Then say it's a coincidence or some s**t like fate planned it, my foolish self had fallen for that in the past, but this time, it won't work. 

He was definitely the guy at the store, yet he was trying to deny that it wasn't him. How did he I'd be here or even come to the company by this time if he wasn't stalking me? I've only gotten to town, and it's not even up to a week or these men are already trying to get at me. 

The guy sighed, sticking his hand into his pocket, and he brought out something. "Madam, I don't know you or why you think I am stalking you. I am a staff of this company and this is the usual time I come to work, you can ask the security officers if you don't believe me."

He provided, waving his ID card for me to see before dipping it back into his pocket. "Although I can now remember you from the shopping mall, you should know it is wrong to just randomly accuse people of something they didn't even do. You were wrong at the shopping mall but didn't apologise for and we both know you are in the wrong because you walked into the men's bathroom yourself. Although I do not expect an apology from you, even if courtesy demands, you should. Anyway, it's unfair and rude to just point fingers and accuse people, just because you think it's right. Have a nice day." 

Glasses said, nodding his head curtly before turning to walk out of the restroom, leaving me stunned and my mouth opened in shock and embarrassment. He politely just called me out for my bullshit and then walked away like he didn't just give me a read. I clasped my mouth together, letting out a groan as I walked out of the restroom, that was embarrassing and I can't deny that he was right. 

I passed him in the hallway and he totally ignored me, not even sparing me a glance as I walked to the elevator, and somehow it annoyed me. 

I rode the elevator to the executive floor, walking into the large space, and I stopped at the secretary post, surprised to see. 

"Good morning Ma." she greeted and I nod.

"Morning, please send me the employee files of the sales department. Everyone of them, now." I instructed, and she nods. 

There is something about him, it has nothing to do with the image of his di'ck replaying in my head, he's huge with that tiny body underneath those clothes, but I know it's my lack of s*x for the past months that's making my mind spring up that image. However, there is just something about him that annoys me.