WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Her new position as the assistant CEO of Ziu Tech made the news for weeks and Opula agreed to capitalize on it. She had noticed Ziu took anything that concerned her as a matter of the heart because he thought she was carrying his child and also in love with him. But she was about to give him the shocker and bombshell of his life.

Ruby was as shocked and stunned as everyone else. Upon receiving the news about Opula’s promotion which Ziu sent to the desk of every investor in Ziu Tech, Ruby hastily rang Opula for clarity and to brief her what people were nagging about her.

What left Opula dumbfounded was journalist getting their turn of the new. In weeks Opula was reading headlines of her promotion on news papers , magazines and social media with different saddening tag:

Mistress Promoted At Ziu Tech.

Ziu Empire Gets Assistant Boss and Mistress.

Bizarre Promotion of Lover Ziu Tech up for it.

Ziu Tech gets new CEOText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Even when Opula consulted Ziu he denied never visiting the media homes, even he emphatically told her he always shied away from the press because of the headaches and troubles of media homes and the public.

“Why would I do that? I don’t fancy those people for anything,” he had told Opula, who was flaming with anger right in front of Ziu. “I believe this is the handiwork of our competitors and staffers who are envious of your rising.”

When Opula got home in her private moment, she applauded herself and shook her head to her plans. There was no competitor or envious staff anywhere responsible for the media saga than herself. Her plans were working out. Upon being promoted, she had met with the journalists to feature it in their newspapers with malicious tags. She wanted to make the news; to be on the lips of the public and investors of Ziu Tech. She did it that way so that tomorrow should they hear of a new CEO, they wouldn’t be astonished.

She couldn’t stop chuckling like a harlot while she paced up and down the bedroom, rehearsing her plans. She reached to the wine stand and poured a little red wine into the wine flute. She had two more plans to execute and Ziu would pay for the atrocities he committed against her and her friends ten years ago.

A car hooted horn downstairs and she hurriedly made to the window to behold Ziu alighting from his Rolls Royce amidst his aide and security . she quickly stripped off her dress, got herself a fresh flute of the red wine, lay in bed, spread her legs, rubbed her baby bump and put on a long face while she waited her victim to walk through that door.

She could hear the knocking of his shoes on the marble floor and she readjusted her naked body, ma king sure her legs parted so well that her well shaven, thick vagina lips would be the first thing to flash into his eyes once he entered.

The door creaked open. “Oh my darling,” Ziu intoned, threw his briefcase to wherever, once he entered the room. Her vagina flashed into his eyes , “Come, come, please,” he said hastily walking to her with wide opened arms, “You don’t need this,” he took away the red wine from her and rubbed on her baby bump, “Our baby must be nagging now for getting alcohol instead of juice. Do you want our baby to be an alcoholic?” he frowned at her. “Hope you haven’t been taking this in my absence because if anything should happen to my child I would go ninny.”

All the while he spoke, Opula gave him the cold shoulders and threw her gaze to the wall.

And he noticed the look worm on her office, “What is the problem, my angel’s poop? Did anybody rattle your cage? Or are you still bothered over the madness of the media?” he kept hounding her with series questions.

“I am fine. I am just fine trust me,” she snapped, with her gaze still on the wall.

“Oh come on darling I know when you are fine. The face before my eyes is housing a haughty countenance. What is the pin in your skin?” he asked emphatically, “Talk to me sweet we can sort it out. I can do anything for you.”

Numbly, she turned her crimson face to him, “I want a favor of you, we are expecting our first child, a son, so what is keeping your hands from doing the needful?”

“The needful?” he inquired with a scowled look. “How do you mean?”

“It is simple to understand.” She stroked his chest, “I am not saying you are dying now. But to be sure this baby has a trust; it is pertinent you will him Ziu Tech now you are alive since we don’t know the next stroke of death.”

Ziu shook his head firmly, “Oh dear, I am not dying now.” He rubbed her arms.

“Neither did I say so. Like I said I just want our son to have a trust. Will him Ziu Tech conglomerate; that is all I ask of you,” she said and once she noticed he looked in her direction, she opened her legs wider, making sure her vagina yawned at him.

“OK, fine,” he affirmed, “If that will make you and our son happy. Tomorrow I will invite my legal team and we will do the paper work and will Ziu Tech to our son,” he said, rubbing her baby bump.

She flinched in happiness, hugged and pecked his forehead.

“So are you happy now? Any other thing?” he inquired.

She shook her head in the negative, “No.”

He stood to his feet. “Oh I insist there is,” he said shooting his flirty eyes at her vagina. “I can see you are tipsy. Have you ever been fucked while tipsy?” he asked, undoing his belt and dragging his trousers down to his feet…