FIVE

DEVON'S POV

Looking at the now-sleeping Karen, I couldn't be any more disgusted by her continuous pretense. She always acted innocent and put on that pitiful face, yet she was a whore, even worse than my other whores.

    I put on my clothes and zipped up my trousers; the scene of her making out with Stephan flashed in my mind. She had claimed to be a virgin, yet she couldn't wait to throw herself at my cousin.

    The urge to destroy that little charade of hers by breaking her was so strong, I had to remind myself that I needed to find out all the people she was working with before I did anything about her betrayal. 

   I looked at her once again before leaving the room. I was called the ruthless billionaire for a reason, and I was going to make her see that side of me that people feared.

    "All girls are like that," someone said behind me; without looking, I knew it was Stephan. I stifled a snort. Stephen was my least favorite person at the moment, and if I did not think Karen was not worth it, I'd have considered dealing with him for touching what was mine. 

   "Stephan, I want to be alone," I said calmly, but he obviously didn't miss the edge in my voice. He seemed to know I wasn't in a very good mood and decided to leave me alone. I went back to the room and lay beside her before drifting off to sleep.

    The next day, I woke up and looked beside me; she wasn't there. I stood up and saw her standing hopelessly in front of a mirror, looking lost and hopeless. She looked so pitiful, such a good pretender. I couldn't stand her pretense.

    "Little Karen, why were you looking so lost?" I said walking up to her. Karen looked scared when she heard my voice. I was so disgusted. Why was she so good at pretending? Why didn't I realize in time how evil and vile she was? 

    "Nothing, Devon. I was just remembering our first few dates," she said, a few tears  glistening at her eyes. 

     She was wearing one of my T. shirts that was obviously big on her. The sleeves that should have stopped at the arm, coming down to her wrists, emphasizing how small and vulnerable she was. 

    In the past, her vulnerability would have endeared her to me, now it just reminded me how complex the mind worked, and in a twisted game of chess, even a knight that got too comfortable can be taken by a pawn.

    Karen was a pawn I intended to use, not get taken by. "I will order new clothes for you." I said simply, turning around to leave. She had no business wearing my Ts anymore. 

    A few minutes later, I was ready for work. I didn't see Karen anywhere, I didn't bother anyway; that pretentious whore could always take care of herself. I walked downstairs; the compound was large, and a good number of cars lined up in the garage.

    My men were ready; I eyed my Lamborghini Chiron. The car was too eye-catching and was only a two-seater; it wasn't good for going to the office, only when I wanted to play. But today, today, I wanted to bury myself in work, chanel all the anger that was still burning in my veins into making money, until it turned into something cold and twisted, an emotion I could use perfectly. 

    "I will drive the Mercedes Benz G class," I said to my driver; he nodded and went to get the car ready. When the car was about to leave the compound, I turned and saw Karen; she was standing in front of the window with deep sorrowful eyes.

    Such a traitor; even till now, she still didn't want to let go of her pretense. But that made everything smoother too. I was beginning to look forward to the challenge of breaking her, of cracking through that exterior to what really lay inside. 

    A few minutes later, the car pulled up at my office building at the head branch of my company. Grey Group of Companies was still climbing, but it was already the tenth highest grossing company in the country. I was grateful for little beginnings. The goal was to hit number one, in the world, not just the country. 

    "Devon, you are here," Walter, my affairs manager said, as soon as he sighted me. He had a knack for vintage clothing, and was now wearing a weird monstrosity that looked like it came from the 80s. If he wasn't so good at his job, I'd have fired him a long time ago. 

     " Walter, how are things going in the company?" My voice was cold without emotion. Devon from a year ago might have teased him about his fashion choices, but lately, I had stopped caring about things that didn't make my bank accounts heavier. 

    "Ever since the information for the new product has been released, things haven't been any much good since we were still battling with the aftermath," he answered, a bit flustered. 

   "Hehe! Lucas wanted to play, eh? Then he should have been ready to play to hell." Walter merely nodded, looking frightened. 

   I had to bite back a smile. Being feared had it's disadvantages, for example, I couldn't enjoy banter with my manager. Ignoring Walter, I headed for my office, stopping at the door when he called out. 

    "Sir, the media had been trying to interview you since yesterday, but we managed to keep them away. My guess was that someone must have already released the information that our products had been stolen."

    "Send a message to the bosses of these media companies and tell them I send my regards." He nodded, and there was an irritating trembling at his limbs. What the fuck was wrong with the guy! With all the people working for me for that matter. They all acted as if I could snap my fingers on a whim and have them killed. 

    I turned the door to my office, ready to face the day, but he interrupted me again. This time, he managed a knowing look on his face, and he was even smiling. 

    "Before I forgot, boss, I have found a new assistant." 

    I grunted. I knew very well how to differentiate work from fun. Work was work, and fun was fun. "I don't care how pretty she is, she better have something between her ears, that's all I'm interested in."

    The manager paused when he heard me, then nodded, a wry smile on his lips, and was that a blush? 

    "I will excuse myself now," he said and hurried out. Looking around my office, it was well-kept and clean. I walked to my table and sat down on my seat. I started flipping through the piles of documents on the table when I heard a knock

    "Come in," I called with a frown; I always hated to be disturbed whenever I was busy.

    The door opened and revealed a very attractively beautiful girl. She was wearing a suit with a very short skirt and had long socks on her very long legs. Her hair waswasn't bundled and freely rested on her shoulders.

   She had a kind of haunting vulnerable beauty that seemed only too familiar.  I frowned when I saw her smile. She  reminded me too  of Karen. I had grown wary of females that looked like they couldn't hurt a fly. From my experience, they were the deadliest

    I had made the mistake of trusting women like that in the past, but that mistake would not be repeated. 

    "I am your new assistant, Judith Austin," she introduced. Her voice soft and unassuming. She sounded like one of those Disney princess girls liked to dream about, but this was the real world. I suddenly had the vicious desire to bring her to the ugliness of the real world, to expose the pretentiousness of wannabe Disney princess like she and Karen. 

    This time I was going to break my rule. It would be fun to see how long it took for the innocence to crack, how long before I could make that body of hers sing for me as she admitted all the things she wanted me to do to her. She and Karen were beginning to look like an interesting conquest.