WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

“Morning, Mr. Ziu Lee,” greeted Opula once she entered the largest office she had ever seen in her entire life. The bust around her chest shook greatly and she sensed his gaze coming upon it at once, while she glared around and admired his office.

The walls gold-plastered, ceiling made of pop and precious stones and the spaciousness of the office can accommodate more than a handful of crowd. At the other end of the wall were plagues and awards Ziu had won over the years past. Indeed the office was sensual to a sort.

Ziu stood to his feet and pranced to her. “Nice meeting you again, Opula,” he pushed out his hand to her, with his lips curved in smiles.

They had a warm hand shake and since Ziu couldn’t fight back the urge of kissing her, he gently stooped his neck and pecked the back of her palm. “I must say you look dashing this morning.” His smile was still held with his palm still switched to hers.

Opula blushed, “Oh I am flattered.” She winked at him and sensed that his gaze was either on her bust or her thighs in pop socks that were cutely revealed by her micro gown. She knew he wasn’t going to unswitch his hand from hers any time soon, so she did it herself, and rubbed it as it was warm already

“Oh so sorry about that,” Ziu apologized, pocketed his hands, and walked to his bar to fetch two flutes of champagne.

“I must confess your office is as seductive as the owner,” she said, and welcomed the smile that stood on his face. “This must be the office you stay and bang all the bitches in Kowloon.” She hoped not to sound eroric but she was employing all her charms now.

Opula watched as she was well seated now on the executive jumbo sofa with her legs crossed.

“In the next one and half hour I will be taking you on a grand tour of Ziu Tech so that you can have a look at the mile stone we have achieved in twenty five years of technological services to man through communication and technology.”

She raised a brow, “Wow so Ziu Tech is twenty five years old?”

He added, “Last month, my dear.” He was at her edge now, and he dropped a flute of champagne on her table “Twenty five years of challenges, failures, and broken relationships.” He shot a flirty stare at Opula.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Broken relationships?”Opula asked and her gaze came on the sizeable picture frame of a lady on the book shelf close to the fireplace. “Is that your wife?”

“Divorced wife,” Ziu added sipped at his flute and sat on the swivel chair opposite Opula, with the intent of having a full view of her vagina lips and bust just as he did the other day at the club. He saw the look on her face and the need for explanation. “I divorced my wife, when she started nagging about my career taking much of time with no time for her.”

“That was rude of you,” she added. “You should have reached a consensus, a dialogue and sorted it out.”

He smiled, stealing a glance at her legs, hoping she would part them soon. “Not all relationship can stand the test of time. Mine was an example.” He grinned cast a glance on the photo frame of his ex wife and grunted,

“Now are you married?” Opula asked and perceived it was the right time to uncross her legs.

“Um-” he was lost, barely recalling what answer to give as his gaze was much around her thighs now, scanning through and wondering if her thick vagina lips were naked as usual, “Um –” he said yet again, “I am not married.

Opula smiled in her head, applauded herself for being responsible for the confusion he was into now.

“Although I am in dire need of true love right now,” he said, stole another cautious glance into her thighs and saw that the pop socks extended across her vagina making it impossible for any careful onlooker to see anything.

“No love is true. It is what you make of it,” she said, gulped her champagne and pushed it to him to pour another.

“If no love is true it then means you are not in love.” He swallowed hard, noticing her bust was already giving him erection, “By the way are you married?” he asked, and blinked in anxiety waiting for her reply and hoping she wouldn’t reply in the affirmative, so he could shoot his shot.

She dragged a thoughtful smile across her face and noticed his erection which he tried to mask with his flute of wine, “I am not married.”

“What could a rich, dashing, lady like you be waiting for, uh?” he inquired, welcoming the chuckle that sounded from Opula and the energy that had been a common bind for them whenever they came together.

“That will be a discussion for another day,” said Opula, “Can I have a grand tour of Ziu Tech now,” she demanded

“Why not,” Ziu replied, gulped his champagne and sprang to his feet.

Opula wanted to gulp hers too but intentionally spilled much of it on her dress, on the region of her bust

“Oh my goose!” she exclaimed, flinching.

And Ziu ran to her aid, “So sorry so sorry,” he kept saying, nursing her and his hand found his handkerchief in the pocket, “Sorry, OK,” he said yet again and used the handkerchief to dab her bust, when he saw the tattoo of his name on her cleavage. “Is this not my name?” he asked looking surprised.

“Yes it is,” she smiled. “I have been a fan of yours from time immemorial.”

“Thanks for the honor,” he said, all smiles.

She could feel his palm on her breast instead of his handkerchief. His hand pressed into her right breast so well that she held it when she started feeling tickles.

“Can we go now, thank you,” she said, frowning.

“Oh — yeah —OK, yes… yes,” he replied confusedly.