WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

“I wonder what you’re doing with a criminal. He is your boyfriend, husband, colleague or some human-angel?” he asked and poured himself a sizeable brandy.

“Nobody to me, I am here for my personal interest,” she said and sat down.

Nathan stared at her beefy thighs. “Tell me if I may be of help to your personal interest. Interesting people rule the world.”

Why not? Why am I here in the first place? He seems to be a nice ass. “Ferguson has with him software that can render the world broke within five seconds. He belongs to a team of bad ass programmers. The software is ready and once it is launched they will be made. But they are not on the same ground of exploring the software. Ferguson feels betrayed out of his wish of selling it to a Chinese billionaire. No one knows how it got leaked and they are being wanted,” she said at one breath and would want to have that brandy now. “A brandy, please.”

He poured her some and asked, “Let’s do this together. Can I confide in you?”

She shook her head and he growled, “I have contacted the police that you people are here. Now you are safe since you are not on the list. What about others?” he asked and brought out a pistol.

Bang!

Opula swallowed hard, her voice shivered. I hope I have not put my ass in trouble, she thought and said, “I don’t know their way about.”

“I am interested in the software. We have Ferguson here. If the police round him up tomorrow, we may lose the software to the police. We will murder him tonight and dump him into the sea. I will sort out the police when they come. Do you understand? How will you feel if you make it to Sydney with me?”

“Ok, you got a nice plan. What shall we do now?” she asked.

“Fuck you,” he growled, throwing a lustful stare at her.

Silence stood.

She watched Nathan drop the towel on his waist, his penis dangling as he stroked it.

She was thinking: Oh my world! If I survive this I will be with Nathan.

He was by her side now, fondling her breasts, kissing her neck, over to her lips.

We will make it to Sydney.

She didn’t welcome it and when he pressed on she took it and loosened up in his busy hands that squeezed her body all over.

And I will murder Nathan and find my way out of Sydney.

He undressed her, and out of hunger and lust, tore her pant.

No one will look for me. No one will know.

She seemed scared and hurt at that and hummed when he buried his face in her breasts, his hands rubbing her buttocks.

I will locate the Chinese billionaire for sales.

She moaned heavily as he bent her over the chair and pounded her from behind. She bit her lips and opened her mouth afterwards.

Fuck me asshole, fuck me. Very soon it will be over and I will be rich.

“Go right away and seduce him. I will take the shot when he is busy on you,” he said, looking at her as she dressed up. He saw her stare around the pieces of her pant on the floor.

“You tore my pant?”

“Sorry about that,” he said, thinking if he was apologetic enough.

“That asshole has refused my advances. I wish he were you.”

“Come on try this time. Go right away. We don’t have time.” He looked at his watch. “Make him tear your pant.”

She left and he thought; once we murder Ferg, I’ll hand you over to the police as an accomplice. The software will be mine. Pussy! He had a huge smile.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

When Opula got to the cabin, Ferguson was nowhere to be found. Bang! At once there was a siren outside. She sneaked to the window and saw a crowd of armed police matching out. She looked at her watch it was past three. She sneaked out of the cabin and returned to Nathan. Lo and behold Nathan and five naval officers were in the middle of a discussion. When he saw the looks on Opula’s face he asked her, “Any progress?”

“No. I can’t find him,” she said coldly, glaring around, knowing she wasn’t safe anymore.

I may not be getting the software anyways. That asshole has escaped, thought Nathan.

“Who is she?” one of the naval staff asked Nathan.

“She, em… she’s an accomplice to them.”

“You son of a gun,” she said and pulled her pistol to aim at Nathan but it didn’t shoot; she pulled out the barrel and it was empty. Oh ruddy Ferguson, she thought, but then a naval officer was faster. He gunned her at the shoulder. She shouted and slammed on the ground. They gathered her bleeding body. She breathed hard with weak rolling eyes.

“Take her away,” said Nathan. We have to search for that Ferguson of a guy. He’s not too far from this ship.”

Nathan reached to a mike and spoke into it. “This is Captain Nathan. Restrict all the exits and emergency routes. We just lost the culprit.”

Azuaka Jnr. looked like the shadow of the bushes around him now as he was tired of walking to nowhere. He lay in the scorching sun and waited for the arrival of death. He could hear the splashing of a river and he quickly located it and crawled to have some drink. He glugged down some water and was filled now. He could be sustained to find his way out of the jungle, straight to Ohio where he would be safe. He had endured five days without food and he wouldn’t die anymore since he just had enough water. He fell into the water and had more. He belched and rubbed his tummy. Water was better than food. The water would sustain him.

Bang! Later that day his stomach swelled, his eyes bulged, his nose bled and he breathed his last. He had drunk enough from a river poisoned with lead from a factory.

**

Ferguson was unfortunate. He had hidden for a time too long in the deep fryer in the main of the cruise ship. He had been there for a day. There was a sudden gut of fire and he was some sort shut from escaping. A window came in sight. No, I must escape. He looked at the bag which contained the software, punched into the window and stared into the dark sea. The cold wind of harmattan swept across his body. I am a good swimmer; he thought and jumped into it. It was too late. Bang! It was too late. A whale smelled a fresh meat and opened his mouth and Ferguson landed into it as the bag of software shifted from his shoulders and landed into the sea. The whale crunched, crunched and crunched. His scream in a moment could not be heard.

A band of Naval officers were oncoming with a yacht. “Over there! I see the whale has swallowed him and the bag of software dropped into the sea,” said one of them.

“We will find the software. We have to find it,” their ring leader said, assuring his boys.

“No, sir we couldn’t lay our hands on the culprits. But I know they won’t be alive wherever they are now. I’m sure of what I’m saying. About the software? We later found the software; also we have one of them. We caught her alive. If we will continue the search she will be of help to us. She is receiving treatment in our clinic. Do you mean we should let her live? Okay as soon as she regains consciousness we will let her live,” the senior police officer spoke with Mr. Ziu, the Chinese billionaire over the phone. He hung up and looked at Opula. She had been sleeping under the drip bag after the bullet in her shoulder was removed.

The revenge just begun…