Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Lotus sat in her office, staring at the computer screen in front of her. She had a lot of work to do, but her mind was elsewhere.

Not wanting to think about it, she drowned herself more into work, signing new deals and contracts. Of course, Davis dropped by earlier to do the little he could before popping down on another company that needed his sweet deals. Honestly, Lotus was glad for him. A part of her felt jealous, though. She was thinking of employing him permanently in her own company, and seeing him share those brilliant ideas with other companies made her feel slightly on the edge.

Another reason she wanted to keep him closer was the sweet fact that he made Peter angry. Lotus had noticed on various occasions that Peter lost his cool when she was around him and tended to be overprotective. Really, she felt a pang of guilt for wanting to use David as a pawn to strike a chord in Peter. Why was she thinking about this now that she had made a resolve to move on and act like he didn’t exist?

Well, guess that wouldn’t work for her. Seeing a gorgeous-looking man every morning, one that once showered her with love, care, and affection. Now, he doesn’t even stare at her twice. She wondered what on earth she had done to deserve such treatment.

Her phone rang, and she saw that it was her father calling.

Great, it’s just the call I need right now. She cringed at the sarcasm laced in that thought.

She hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Hello, Father,” she said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. Though he had apologized several times, she still wasn’t cool with him.

“Lotus, my dear,” her father said. “I was hoping to see you today. Can you come to the main house?”

Lotus sighed. She didn’t really want to see her father, but she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever. Now that Peter was acting like a jerk, she could lose a bit of resolve for her father, right?”Sure, Father. I’ll be there in an hour.”

‘Now you want to see me almost every time when you couldn’t stand my presence a few years ago. But given that he brought me to this world with my mom, I’ll still give him a last chance. It would be the last chance I’ll ever give to a man.  Oh, Peter. I thought you were my last, but now it turns out that I am wrong.’ She muttered out her silent thought as she stacked her documents together with poise and apparent control etched on her face.

When Lotus arrived at the main house, she was greeted by her step-sister, who gave her a stink eye. Lotus just ignored her and headed straight to her father’s office. She wasn’t a kid to start bantering words with her.

“Hello, Father,” she said as she entered the room.

“Lotus, my dear,” her father said, smiling warmly at her. “It’s so good to see you.”

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Lotus asked, getting straight to the point.

“Well, I was hoping that you and your husband could come to a family gathering next week,” her father said.

Lotus hesitated. She didn’t want to bring Peter to a family gathering. Her father and her husband didn’t get along, and she didn’t want to deal with the tension. But that wasn’t the primary reason. Bringing Peter to her home would only show her stepmom how her marriage had failed and would give way to mockery. She wasn’t ready for that.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Father,” Lotus said.

“Why not?” her father asked, his tone becoming more serious. “I thought you had forgiven me?”

She eyed him suspiciously. “I have forgiven you, but that doesn’t brush everything you have done under the carpet.”

Her father sighed before continuing. “I know that. So what, then, is the problem? Why can’t you bring Peter here? Maybe we can sort our differences out. The young man hates my guts, and I wouldn’t blame him. ”

“Because… because my husband is busy with work,” Lotus lied through her teeth.

“Lotus, you know how important family is to me,” her father said, his voice tinged with disappointment. “I would really appreciate it if you could try bringing your husband.”

Lotus sighed. She knew she couldn’t say no to her father. “Okay, Father. I’ll try to convince him to come.”

“Thank you, Lotus,” her father said, smiling again. “I knew I could count on you.”

As Lotus left her father’s office and headed out to her car, she saw  George standing there, a smirk on his lips. She curled her first, remembering the last time he was on her porch.

“Well, well, well,” George said. “Look who it is. Lotus, my love.”

“You must be out of your f**king mind, George. I am not getting back to you. Don’t even dream of it.” She sneered before she could stop the words from coming out.

“Fight it while you can. You’ll be mine again soon enough.”

Lotus rolled her eyes. “In your dreams, George,” she said, walking past him and getting into her car.

As she drove away, Lotus couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. She didn’t want to bring her husband to the family gathering but knew she had no choice. And she definitely didn’t want to deal with George’s advances again. She was in a dilemma: How would she bring Peter to the meeting with what was going on between them?

—

Peter was sitting in his office, trying to go through a document, when he heard a knock on the door.

He groaned, thinking it might be another salesman or some client trying to get an appointment, but lately, he was tired and didn’t even want anymore.  But when he opened the door, he saw Sheila standing there with a smirk. He growled, “What the hell do you want?”

“Nice to see you too, Peter,” Sheila replied, undeterred. “But I’m afraid I have a bit of a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” Peter asked, wary.

Sheila handed him a file, and Peter looked at it with a sinking feeling in his stomach. It was a video of him and Sheila together in a very compromising position. His heart sank; she did that as a constant reminder.

“If this gets out, it would ruin me,” Peter said. “Why do you keep this?”

“I know,” Sheila said, nodding. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Crap,” Peter muttered, rubbing his temples. “What do you want from me?”

Sheila smiled, a cunning look in her eyes. “I want you to marry me.”

Peter almost fell out of his chair. “Are you insane? I’m married to Lotus, the love of my life. I can’t just leave her and marry you!”

“Then I’ll release the video,” Sheila said. “And Lotus will hate you even more. She’ll divorce you and take everything you’ve got.”

Peter sighed, defeated. “I can’t marry you. You are already close enough to me. But I can’t just have you waltzing around the office like this. I’ll make you my personal assistant so you can be close to me.”

Sheila nodded, grinning. “That’s perfect. I’ve always wanted to be your right-hand woman, Peter.”

Peter sighed and nodded. “Fine. But I need to speak to Bella first.”

Bella, his current secretary, came into the office, looking surprised. “Is there a problem, Peter?”

“Yes,” Peter said. “I’m going to have to let you go. I’m making Sheila my personal assistant.”

Bella looked crestfallen. “But Peter, I’ve been working with you for years. Can’t we work something out?”

“I’m sorry,” Peter said. “But I have no choice.”

Bella sighed sadly, her tears filling her eyes. “Okay, sure.”

Peter nodded, watching Rebecca pack her things and leave the office. He turned to Sheila, his new personal assistant. “Okay, what do you want me to do now?” he asked wearily.

Sheila smiled, a spark in her eye. “Oh, Peter. You have no idea what’s in store for you now.”

Peter groaned inwardly, and he knew that whatever she was cooking up wasn’t going to be good for him at all.

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George was pacing in his dark office, a sinister smile playing on his lips as Davis entered the room.

“How’s the plan going?” George asked, his eyes glittering with malice. Lotus’ response this afternoon made it an automatic challenge to him.

“It’s going well,” Davis replied, a smirk on his face. “Peter won’t be home tonight, so you can sneak in with Lotus and have your way with her. I would be going for an evening meeting with her. Why don’t you get going? After you get my text?”

George snickered, slapping Davis on the back. “Excellent work, my friend. You never disappoint.”

Davis grinned as he watched George rush out of the office. He knew that George was not only a dangerous man but also a sick one. But that didn’t matter to Davis; he was getting paid handsomely for carrying out these heinous acts, and that was all that mattered.

Later that evening, after receiving Davis’ text…

George jumped into his car and zoomed off to Lotus and Peter’s apartment building, eager to watch his twisted plan unfold. As he arrived, he parked his car, sneaked into the building, and went up to the apartment. He walked in silently, watching with glee as Lotus stumbled, dizzy and disoriented, on the island in the kitchen.

George poured her a glass of water, enjoying the way she swayed on her feet as she took the glass from him. He couldn’t resist touching her inappropriately, knowing she was too out of it to realize what was happening. He had no idea that Peter would be coming home early.

Peter burst into the apartment, throwing George a punch across the face that sent him tumbling to the ground. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with my wife, you sick son of a b*tch?” Peter shouted.

George groaned, clutching his jaw as he tried to stand up. “Oh, Peter here to join the fun?” he slurred.

“I think it’s perfectly clear what’s been going on here,” Peter spat, his eyes flashing with anger. “Get the hell out of my house, and don’t you dare come near her again, or I’ll crush you.”

George staggered out of the apartment, cursing under his breath. He knew he had messed up, big time on his plans. But he was determined to get revenge against Peter and get Lotus, no matter what.

——–

Earlier…

Peter had had a terrible day at work. The paperwork had piled up, and he felt like he couldn’t keep up. All he wanted to do was get home, relax, and forget about the day’s problems.

Sheila wasn’t present, thankfully. He could have some rest. The thought of going home brought a pang to his chest. He was going to meet her again and act like a bitch. He wished it were all a dream and he hadn’t been drugged in the first place.

But as he pulled up to his garage, he noticed a strange car parked inside. His heart sank. What was going on?

Peter rushed into the house, calling out for Lotus. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel sweat breaking out on his forehead. He found her in the living room, with George cornering her against the wall, trying to touch her. He felt like his whole world was falling apart. His wife, the woman he loved more than anything, was being violated by his arch-nemesis. Despite Lotus’s hatred, she couldn’t stop so low to be with George after what he did to her.

In a fit of rage, he punched George square in the face. George staggered back, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. But he wasn’t done yet. He tried to fight Peter, but Peter was too strong for him. He pinned him down on the ground and glared at him.

“Don’t ever come near her again,” Peter growled, his eyes blazing with fury. “You are lucky I didn’t fucking kill you.”

George struggled to free himself, but Peter’s eyes warned him not to try. He scrambled to his feet and ran out of the house, his tail between his legs.

Peter turned to Lotus, who was trembling and in shock. He took her by the hand and led her into the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of whiskey. They drank in silence, the tension in the air palpable.

Eventually, they made their way to the bedroom, and Peter helped Lotus to bed. But he couldn’t resist touching, kissing, and holding her tightly. And before he knew it, they were both swept up in a drunken yet pleasurable night together.

As they lay there, tangled up in each other, Peter couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. Even though it was all fake, and by morning, things would go back to the way they were. But could he hold her for the night?