The Idiotic Billionaire novel Chapter 2

Neriah washes her sobbing eyes and put a little makeup on and ties her messy hair into a side ponytail. She grabs her sneakers and after putting them on, she walks out of her apartment.

The Inferno group which happens to be the real name of his company is luckily just a few minutes' walks from her house according to what she'd written down earlier from the web, which explains why he wanted to buy the building over.

Neriah is a little amazed by the fact that she'd lived in this neighbourhood for close to two years, but had never bothered to even know anyone or anything around her. She immediately blames herself for being too driven by her dream to get to enjoy life and hopes to make a change about that from now on.

Neriah finally comes to a stop at 14th street Avenue where the company is supposed to be and as she looks, her mouth drops open and she knows she's soon going to fall on her butt if she keeps starring up and hoping to see the top of the building.

"Excuse me, ma'am," a young man in a blue suit says, brushing past her and hurrying into the building and she hears him murmuring, "I'm so fired already." Under his panicking breath.

Neriah swallows down on nothing and looks at her wristwatch and it's only three minutes past eight a.m., she tells herself before entering the building.

The inside is even more organized than the outside with each staff on their position, on their desk highly focused on their works. She approaches one of the workers on his computer at the corner of the room and smiles a little as she reaches his table.

The blonde-haired, twenty-something-year-old man stops typing and glances up at her with the 'I can't be bothered' look before asking, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, good morning, I'm actually looking for Mr...."

"Oh my gosh, he's here," comes the stuttering voice of the man she's standing before, "can you move away from this desk? I don't want to get into any trouble with the boss."

Neriah turns around from the blond and rather rude young man and as she does this, she sights the man she's been hoping to see before coming here.

Cainan Inferno.

Everything in his path seems to stop moving and so does she. She doesn't want to but she knows she has to admit that he is handsome maybe even beautiful in this case. Mixed, rich olives and skin, thick black hair, well-sculpted nose, chiselled and hard jaw, green eyes and swollen red lips and she think she can guess what he's been doing in the last few minutes.

"Hey, everyone!" Cainan calls out, bringing the attention of everyone on the floor to him. "Say hello to Shawn," he says, pulling the young man Neriah had seen outside earlier when coming in by the arm.

"Hello, Shawn," everyone says in unison.

The twenty-something-year-old, brown eyes, dark skin, black hair man who looks like he's about to pass out head drops and he stares at the floor.

"Shawn is late again and everyone knows the first one is a...?" He pauses after asking.

"Warning," the staffs reply again like automatic answering robots.

"So everyone says goodbye to Shawn," the young man's eyes widen in sorrow and looks like he's about to break down in tears.

He folds his arms, "He doesn't want to talk to you."

"Can you go ask him at least?" Neriah knows she's sounding desperate but she can't help it, she really needs more time in her apartment and the only way to get it is by talking to Cainan.

"Who's that?" Cainan demands, his voice deep and commanding attention.

"This Lady here want to talk to you," one of the men replies.

He walks over to where the three are, "Let's hear it then," he pauses and folds his hands

Neriah is taken off guard, not expecting it to be that easy and so she asks, "What?"

He rolls his eyes, "You're not deaf are you?"

She shakes her head, "I'm not, I stay at the mainland, 17th street avenue." She begins to say.

He growls and Neriah is sure he's losing his patience, "You're inviting me to your house now? Cause I have better offers."