Sex With My Billionaire Boss

Paying her off



Paying her off

A fucking hoe

Kathleen paced up and down in the living room with a sour mood. Henry just left the mansion on a

sudden business trip. Not that she was annoyed about it though,it was the argument they had before

his departure that was making her boil in anger. That was by the way; she had ample time to execute

her plans... "Let's see how you will continue fucking that bitch if she is fired.." She sneered in contempt.

The sound of the door opening diverted her attention from her thoughts. Quinn walked into the room

with cautious steps. "My my... Just in time, aren't you? Let's have a chat, Quinn...".

Quinn served her a cup of espresso at her request and stood respectfully in front of her. What did she

want to talk to her about? Maybe scold her or scratch her face? Multiple scenarios flashed across her

mind as her eyes alternated from Kathleen to the floor. "Sit" Kathleen requested calmly. "I'm fine,I can

stand" Quinn declined politely. "That wasn't a request,it was an order" Kathleen's calm voice sounded

again. Quinn obeyed and sat on the couch opposite hers.

Kathleen took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips. She elegantly placed the cup on the table in

front of her,folded her legs and glared at Quinn. She fixated it on Quinn,making her squirm

uncomfortably. "Do you know what I wanted to talk to you about?" Kathleen tapped her fingers on the

armrest of the double seater couch. "Not until you tell me" Quinn replied. "Well,it's nothing serious... I

want you to leave your job" Kathleen stood up and walked over to where Quinn sat with a horrified

expression on her face. She bent slightly, maintaining eye contact with her. "You can't? Maybe you

could have thought of that when you were fucking your boss. You were aware of the fact that he has a

fiancee but you gladly widened your legs for him. Do you know what you are? A fucking hoe" Kathleen

spat disgustedly.

"I'm not going to pursue you on the matter. But remember,this isn't a request either; you know what it

is..." With that Kathleen left the living room leaving a blank faced Quinn on the couch.

Quinn massaged her temples in frustration; she was doomed. What she was afraid of finally happened.

"I knew it, I knew it" She muttered softly,as she forced back the tears which threatened to escape her

eyes. Instinctively,her hands flew to her tummy as she fondled it dotingly. Yes,she was pregnant...

Fucking pregnant... Now that this has happened,she couldn't allow Henry find out. What if he decided

to break up with Kathleen. That's going to complicate matters. She couldn't afford to allow anything

happen to her child...

But she couldn't leave this job; how was she going to survive? Where was she going to go? She

sighed; that was what she got from engaging in an illicit affair with her boss. She was paying dearly for

her mistakes... If by chance, everything eventually settled down,she will never have anything to do with

Henry anymore. Yes,it was decided. She was going to leave the job. She couldn't afford to further

anger Kathleen...

*************

Henry closed his eyes as he leaned back on the back rest of his seat. He was currently driving to the

hotel booked by his assistant for the meeting. His thoughts wandered to Quinn; was she fine? He

hoped Kathleen wouldn't do anything stupid. He was frustrated by the fact that she was wealthy than

he was. Now he felt his freedom was impeded...

The car pulled over to the hotel's parking lot and Henry stepped out calmly. With an air of aloofness,he

stepped into the hotel. Every booking arrangements were set and all in place. "Welcome, Mr Henry"

The manager of the hotel came down personally to welcome him. Henry nodded his head in reply and

impatiently followed the manager to the lounge where his business partners were waiting....

**********

Quinn stared at the suitcase in front of without blinking. Wads and wads of cash filled the case to the

brim. If she was hesitant previously,she no longer was. Was there any reason to? It wasn't as if Henry

was going to marry her anyways. So what did she have to lose? In fact, she gained a lot. "I hope you

never appear in front of me,or Henry ever again. If possible,I want to leave the country" Kathleen said

scrutinizing her expression. "Understood" Quinn gave a short reply and sighed inwardly. "Good,have a

nice life ahead" She stood up and without glancing back at Quinn,she left the mansion. "Great,just

great..." Quinn chuckled to herself. She never expected to be sent away in this manner.

She looked around the living room, and stood up to make preparations. A new life awaited her,one

filled with expectations.. She looked forward to it...

....

"The flight is about to take off, everyone tighten your seatbelt please" The air hostess announced

politely. Quinn obeyed alongside otherwise passengers. With a sigh,she looked through the window.

'Bye Henry, Bye Memories'...

********

Kathleen stood at the window of her glass enclosed villa,as she waited for her assistant's report. "Has

she left?" She asked when she heard the sound of the door opening. "Yes Madam, she has left

already" Her assistant reported with a polite bow. "You may leave" Kathleen waved her hand. "Yes

Madam," With a final bow he left the room. Kathleen gave a victorious laugh. "A game of wits indeed...

Let's see your reaction Henry" Was he going to get worked up over the disappearance of a mere maid?

That would be suspicious,he wouldn't want to give himself out, would he? "Hah... This is entertaining"

Now that she has dealt with that slut, wasn't it time to rest? Henry would be back after three days, she

looked forward to his return. A round of intense sex wouldn't hurt would it?? She stretched her limbs

lazily and tottered over to her bathroom. A bath ,then a nap. She hung her bathing robe on the rack,and

setting the bath,she settled herself in the bathtub. She closed her eyes in satisfaction..... Life was Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

good...


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