All Chapters of Crossing Paths: One Night with the Billionaire CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I quicken my pace after seeing two security guards coming my way. "You have 10 minutes to leave the premises." One with a bold head tapped his watch. "That's what I'm doing," I responded. "Just letting you know that we have strict orders to call the authorities if you don't." "Shit, shit, shit," I said to myself as I made my way to my old Volkswagen Beetles. I stared at the peeling blue paint of the beat-up car before getting inside. I rest my head on the staring wheel, not believing what just happened. "Cameron freaking Carter," I said aloud, hitting my head on the horn, scaring a few people that were around. "He is such a prick." I decided. (How was I supposed to know that it was him? It wasn't even like he stopped me and he was under the influence as well.) I pulled into the light traffic, driving carefully as to not hit anyone or lose control of my car. Because, 1, I don't have insurance. 2, my car doesn't have seat belts and tend to have

I know I must look like shit, but I tried my best to look alive. I have two interviews today and I am confident I will get the job at one. "Miss Sanders, right this way, please." A girl that seemed fresh out of high school said. She had her hair up in a high ponytail and wore too much makeup that made her face look red. "Thank you." I gave her a smile, which she didn't return. "Sanders, sit. Let's get to it. You can call me Annie." A female in a black pants suit told me. "Good morning." "Let's cut to the chase. Why should I employ you?" "Well-" "Well, is not good enough. I have been going through your resume, you seem well decorated. But have no experience in this field. Why is that?" "After college, it was hard to find a job because of the years of experience required." "And you came here thinking that I would employ you?" I didn't know how to respond, and if I'm being honest, I wanted to leave. I was not willing to sit here and get i

The next morning when I got to Jimmy's Buffet, I was 15 minutes late because I had to walk there. Let just say they pounded my car.  "You are late," Jimmy said. "Does it matter? It's not like anyone is here." "It does. Your shift starts at 10 am. It's now 10:15." "You never gave me a time, just told me I have a job if I want it." "Well, now you know." "Here is your locker key. You will find your skates and apron in locker 95." "Ok." "All you have to do is take orders, pin them there and take the food to whoever ordered it." "I worked in a diner before. I know what to do." "But have you ever done it in skates?" "I'm going around the back." By 11 am, the place had people coming in for brunch. Cooper also showed up at the same time. He was on his cell phone telling someone to piss off. "You are very late." "Yeah, yeah." Cooper waved him off as he walked to the co

"Can you tell Jimmy I won't make it to work today?" "Why?" Jenna stopped. "Just tell him I'm not feeling well." Jenna rolled her eyes. I waited until both she and Cooper left, before leaving as well. I had a mission to do and I can't let them know what I had planned. "Stupid lock," I muttered, forcing the rusting thing together. Even though we had little, that still wouldn't stop someone from looting our place, or Martin might move a new family in. I walked to a familiar area of the city, one that anybody would stay clear of. But not me. I walked down the piss smelling street to the house that I haven't been in for years. I cast another nervous glance over my shoulder, after thinking that I heard footsteps behind her in the alley. 'Am I being followed or paranoid?' I now wished I had never come here, but me being me. I don't listen and continue to be a fuckup. I heard a laugh coming from

"Little shit!" I yelled at the door.I picked the money up off the ground, thinking that I should burn it, but after doing a recount. I decided it would be best to get it to Dante.It was 17 thousand dollars, which means I would only owe him 8. Which I might be able to pay back easily, seeing that I now have Cameron Carter's black card.I laughed to myself."Maybe this rich prick has a little use."I studied the card number, then looked at the back.I knew just how to spend money off it without it tracing back to me.One swipe of that machine that was tucked away under my bed, and whatever money that one this card is at my disposal.I set out to my task, cracking my knuckles as I prepare to have thousands, possibly millions, of dollars.After the machine finished booting up, I ran the card through a part that would make it untraceable back to me. Then I check to see how much money was on the card.My face fell.