Love, Lies and Billionaires

“Dude, you really need to quit making uninvited appearances in my office,” Kendrick warned as she placed his gun back into his drawer.

“My office is an invitation only zone and you really should respect that”

Alexander smirked. “Or what? You’ll send your men to me? You’ll kill me? Ooh, I’m so scared. Well, lock your door next time”

” (cunt)” Kendrick spat and got back to what he was doing, scribbling something on a blank sheet of paper. “What the hell are you doing in my building?”

Alexander just headed straight for the chair on the other side of Kendrick’s table and made himself comfortable.

“I see you finally got to Maren, didn’t you?”

“What now? You’re the manager of the FBI or you just spy on people for fun?” Alexander just smiled and kept his eyes on his brother. “You really need to do something better. I see owning a company has gotten a lot easier.”

“Well, unlike you, I’ve got people who handle most of my work.”

“You know that only makes you look incompetent, right? Making people do your sums. Where’s the accountability in that? Do better, lil bro. I’m sure you didn’t learn that from your dad.”

Alexander clenched his fists slightly and gritted his teeth, but then he sighed and put on his self control coat.

“I’m not here for you to coach me on how to run a company.”

“You’re here for a more irrelevant issue.”

“You had the guts to stick your balls down her throat but you didn’t have the guts to tell her that we are related”

Kendrick looked up and raised a brow. “Are we?”

“Just cut the crap. You know exactly what I’m talking about”

Kendrick finally sat up in his chair. His long black hair glistened in the light. “Look Alexander. I really don’t have the time to exchange words with you, especially not today. I’ve got a very special guest coming over and you really should leave,” he stated.

“Besides, you clearly also didn’t have the balls to tell her, so I don’t see the difference here. If you ask me, I’d say I was saving you the embarrassment of her finding out I’m the successful one despite you being the one who learned from dad.”

“I really can’t get any excuse for you, though. Care to share what you’re so afraid of?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“If anyone is scared of anything, that should be you, Kendrick. You know she thinks you’re a really terrible person for pulling the plug on dad.”

“Courtesy of you, I presume,” Kendrick interjected, clearly uninterested with what he was here to say.

Alexander’s lips curled into a smile as he watched his elder brother. “I’m sure you want to avoid anything that would make her hate you and ruin your plans, don’t you?”” he chuckled menacingly.

“You think you’ve won. The high and mighty Kendrick Harding always succeeds in getting whoever he wants.”

Kendrick almost rolled his eyes. “Can you just quit being childish for once?”

“Oh I will, just wait till she finds out who you actually are, what you actually do and most importantly, why you’re actually so interested in screwing her”

Kendrick’s eyes shot him a deadly glare as both men maintained eye contact for about a minute. How dare he threaten him? Kendrick’s mind raged. How much did this joker know?

“What the hell are you talking about?”

*****

Maren had never driven this far on her own before, and she surprised herself by doing great at it.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as her eyes moved from the traffic light to the rearview mirror, which was illegally turned towards her.

The mascara on her lashes made a little spot beneath her eyes because of the countless times she had blinked her way back to reality.

12…11…10…

Maren bit her lower lip. She needed to calm her nerves, or she’d lose it completely. Her eyes darted to the occupant of the black BMW X5 in front of her.

There in the back seat stood a little girl of about age seven, staring at her. She tugged at her pigtails with one hand while she had two of her fingers in her mouth.

Maren smiled and the little girl smiled back and waved before someone guided her to sit.

Her car began to move and Maren realised the traffic light had turned green, so she stepped on the gas. Surprisingly, seeing the little girl had made her calm down a little, and she was no longer sucking her lip.

Luckily, there weren’t so many cars on the road and that was probably the reason her mind strayed away from the road more often than normal.

She was now on a straight road and her destination was coming to sight slowly and the thought of what to expect made her lip go back into her mouth.

Swerving right, she brought the car to a halt in between the cars at the parking lot.

The car made a beep sound as it locked and Maren put on her dark shades and made her way to the entrance of the massive building.

“Maren Sharppe,” she told the lady at the front desk, who searched for her name on the computer in front of her.

Maren used the time to look around where she stood, which looked like a lobby. It was two times bigger than hers and had a little waiting centre where a few people were seated.

It had a pleasant view from the inside, though one couldn’t see what was going on from the outside.

Everyone who passed by minded their businesses and didn’t even give her a second glance, which was something the workers here possessed that hers didn’t and it made her wonder what kind of hand Kendrick used to run the place.

“Alright,” the lady finally said. She looked up and signalled to two guards who Maren had noticed earlier as she walked in that they really didn’t have any job doing there.

They came forward, and the lady signalled to them once more.

“This way, ma’am,” she said to her, and she did as told, half knowing what was going on.

They led her into the elevator and pushed the button to the eleventh floor, which, by the way, wasn’t the last floor in the building.

The doors opened to a hallway, and they walked through with her in front. At the end of the hallway stood a door which the men stopped at.

Confused, Maren turned around, wondering why they’d suddenly stopped. But when they wouldn’t still budge, she reached for the door and pushed the button.

The door opened at a good pace and only when she was in did the men turn around and leave.

“Kendrick?” She called and took a step forward.

“I thought you would change your mind.”

She turned toward the voice. “Trust me, I almost did.” She walked further till she came out to some sort of balcony which she could swear could be the size of a mini bedroom.

He was sitting at a small table which harboured two chairs as fresh air blew, sweeping his hair into his eyes and blowing away the smoke which escaped from his lips and nose.

“I’d really appreciate it if you’d get down to business. The suspense is really killing me”

Kendrick smirked, but still didn’t look at her. Maren could see his expression wasn’t as bright as usual.

“Well then, I suggest you take a seat.”