CHAPTER 2

The Billionaire's Collateral Husband Chapter 2

"I will now resign, sir. I cannot exert this job anymore—"

Connor immediately responds even Paul is not finished talking.

"You still have a week before your resignation," the CEO defended himself at him. However, the intense feeling from Connor's body is chilling down from his head to toe.

Mrs Bridget is accurate—he would be going to the board of directors to get their blessings then resign at the CEO's side. What could he do when he is just a shadow of their colossal decisions?

"I cannot take this anymore! I earned more than I anticipated. . . please grant me this one." His eyes are darting in the CEO's bright hazel eyes.

Connor doesn't respond when turning his back and choosing a shirt to wear partnered with his branded shorts. However, Paul grabs his hand to face his direction.

Those chocolate eyes that he had been begging more than his words can convey.

"I will not sign your resignation letter—you will not take anything when you leave early—"

Paul blurted to defend himself with all of the courage he had. "I want to know my worth! For all the years I am serving you— "he puff out a shaky breath, "—It feels like, I am not enough for you. It feels like I am just your shadow… this is inhumane!"

Connor stopped wearing his cardigan to cover his exposed muscles. He smirks at him while slowly approaching as his voice turns severe. "To know your worth?" he repeats what he said as Paul nods to agree.

The blood is rushing in the veins of the collateral secretary. He sighed. "Yes, I want to know my worth," he responded with overflowing confidence on the way he talks.

The CEO was stupendous by the way he is communicating with him. Paul is not like this before—not until he would now be accessible in the proceeding employee days.

The V company pays him a decent amount of cash because Connor secretly gets some money from his own savings to make him delightful. However, Paul does not see those efforts he poured before as a good deed.

He is blinded by the hatred he felt towards the CEO. Nevertheless, Connor Vozinelik is calm as he speaks, "okay then. Arrange me a meeting on the third week of January at La Ville. It would be an auction before you leave," he coldly responded as he walked out of the room.

He left Paul, who is discreetly holding his fist in triumph.

"DO YOU mean… the CEO now approved?" Dylan curiously asked his friend. Paul Victoria smiled widely at the bar where John served some drinks to the customer in front of them.

Minutes later, he joined the conversation. "I hope your handsome boss is not a scammer like you," John ridiculously mentioned his bad habits before.

Paul blurted, "nah! Stop mentioning that word. I changed you know," he answered with a chuckle. Dylan is narrowing his eyes at him. "Do you think, Connor would be giving you a quick decision? He is not like that," he asked.

Paul Victoria sips some martini before responding to his question. The bar is not that loud today because of the mellow music. "I thought so… I fucking sacrifice my two years for you!"

Dylan innocently pressed his lips before John chortled. "Paul… you are a top as well as your boss—who would give way?" he confusingly inquired.

The collateral secretary obnoxiously disregarded that question. Finally, however, he recalled what Connor said at him. "You like me, do you?"

Now, he is dumbfounded by John's intriguing question. "No way! I am a pure top. Not unlike the two of you…" he looks so disgusted when thinking about being a bottom for Connor.

Dylan and John looked into each other before bursting out in laughter! They knew that Paul is a dominant one.

Meanwhile, John pours another gin into Dylan's shot glass. The night keeps on getting deeper until a familiar figure appears in front of them.

"Oh! Dad!" Dylan noticed that Luke is gazing at them at a safe distance. Look how sweet the married couple is right now. John is mesmerized by how did his best friend turned from rags to riches.

"I just errand at this place and I luckily found you," Luke Carter Vozinelik blissfully smiles at his little wife as he sits down with them.

"Oh! Paul you are here too. I heard you will now be resigning in our company?" Luke swiftly does some interrogations.

"Yes, sir Luke. Before I will resign; we will be having an auction at La Ville," he replied with a gentle smile as John serves him a drink.

"Scotch for the CEO, I put some water to lessen its strong alcohol." Luke is glad to have bottoms up for the friends. He is now comfortable in their circle of friends.

Since that day, Luke Vozinelik is now embracing everyday life when he is comfortable in their circle of friends, restricting himself before.

CONNOR Vozinelik is buttoning his white polo before his secretary goes inside with an ecstatic smile written on his lips. He gets his necktie before wrapping and fixing it on his neck.

The moment when Paul is pushing it up—Connor's lips are reddish and amusing to watch. It feels like his lips are made out of ecstasy from its perfectly curved and thinner layer. He stood it for some nanoseconds before coming back into his senses.

Connor witnessed how he pretended not to care about his aura. "Are you gonna drive?" the CEO questioned him.

Paul shook his head because of his excitement to drive his new Rolls-Royce car. They patiently wait for the traffic to move. . . soon they arrived at La Ville. Connor goes out first, "I will be waiting inside, park my car first," he requested, then Paul innocently parks it on the side of the VIP parking lot.

Little did he know when he steps out of his shiny black shoes out of the vehicle. Two guards are waiting outside of the entrance. He pulls off the invitation card out of his tuxedo and serves as the entrance inside the bar.

"Are you Paul Victoria?" the bouncer asked him as he nodded. It's exceptional for him to be recognized in this extravagant place and auction.

The collateral secretary presented his identification card to them. What he anticipated is far from what is happening—he is being taken away!

"W-Where will you take me?!" he is stuttering out of his nervousness clouding inside of his chest. Paul keeps on jerking his back backwards to stop them from dragging him inside of a dark place.

He had no choice but to go with them until he is pushed on a giant steel cage. After that, Paul feels like he is an animal, holding back his tears while his hands are gripping on the hem of his tuxedo!

Paul is constantly biting his lips while his knees are about to lose their strength to stand straight. He leans on the cold steel and breathes heavily—he is trying to be calm despite the pressure.

What the hell is happening?! Connor, you would pay for this! Paul swore at the back of his head when he heard some distant clapping from upstairs. His hands were shaking when the cage slowly move upwards.

Paul's whole body is shivering in coldness until a light hit his face. He blocks it with his hand until it's gone, and he could only hear the people cheering. The noise is the same as his heart throbbing inside of his chest.

He gulped when seeing a crowd of businessmen and women.

"Lady's and gentlemen, I am presenting you the highlight of tonight's auction!" the MC keeps on making him nervous. Paul is confused and obscuring his calm mind.

He blows a heavy breath before the audience is chattering.

"He is the resigning and prime secretary. . . no I mean ex-secretary of Connor Vozinelik, the top business tycoon! This night. . . everyone can own this handsome and hot secretary!"

The audiences and bidders are flipping their placards when looking at him and waiting for the MC to speak his starting price.

On the other hand, Paul Victoria sees Connor at the corner and smiling at him. His head would like to erupt in anger from the humiliation he did to him!

The MC finally goes to the table and slams the table to start the bidding.

"Starting price would be five hundred thousand pesos!"