Love, Lies and Billionaires

His shoes made soft but heard sounds on the marble floor as he got out of the elevator.

With his phone in one hand and a suitcase in another, he strode towards a large black door almost at the end of the hallway.

He got to the door, then paused. Slowly putting away his phone. At the same speed, he stepped away from the brown foot mat in front of his door and took a look at it.

His brows furrowed as the rug has slightly turned to the left. With carefulness, he turned it to its right position.

Slowly and quietly, he pocketed his phone. His hands slowly reached underneath his long leather coat where his trusty Beretta was holstered. He pushed a button on the side of the large door and it began to open at a steady pace.

Sure enough, someone was or had been in his office, as he was sure he’d put off all the lights in the office. Especially the one at the corner where his shelf of special documents was kept.

His grip on the gun tightened as soon as the door opened wide enough for him to walk through, his sense aroused. He took and step with the gun pointed in front of him. He advanced further into the room.

His eyes scanned the room from left to right with the gun pointing in every direction he turned, but he couldn’t quite see the entirety of the space on his left as a cupboard stood in the way.

With no one in sight, he moved further into the room with calculated precision and cocked the gun.

‘Bang!’ He could recognize the sound of the fridge on the left of his office.

His grip on the trigger tightened as he calculated his movements to strike.

‘Three, two… Bang!’ he pulled the trigger lucky enough, the figure was quick enough to move and slightly dodge the bullet.

“What the fuck? Are you trying to kill me, too?” Alexander asked, shock visible on his face and a beer in his hand.

“The hell do you think you’re doing sneaking into my office?” Kendrick asked, his brows relaxed, but he still pointed the gun at his intruder.

“Came to grab a beer,” he replied and took a gulp from the bottle and swallowed hard. “Terrible choice, by the way,” he said and dropped the bottle on a table nearby.

Kendrick tucked his gun away and put down his suitcase before turning around to settle himself behind his large office table.

“So help me God, your head would’ve been rolling by now,” he said, amused by the thought. “What the hell are you doing here, by the way? And did you walk here alone?”

Alexander spread his hands. “Like I said, came to get a drink. Which I really regret now”

Kendrick kept silent and just busied himself with the things on his table while Alexander folded his hands and strolled around the office, touching what he wanted.

“Nice office,” he complimented, touching a medium-sized golden award which was in the shape of a large bullet but on a second look, it looked like a blimp.

“Care to share why you decide to play ninja rather than being at your office making yourself useful?”

Alexander smiled but kept looking round the office. “I’m sure you know exactly why I’m here.”

Kendrick scoffed, “Loitering is a really punishable offence on these premises and right now you’re engaging in the worst kind, Mr. Blackwood?”

“Well, I guess that’s why you were aiming to make me a range target?” Alexander was now in front of the table.

Kendrick almost chuckled, “Trust me, if I wanted to use you as one, you’d be saying your last prayers in an ambulance by now” he said and a silence followed as each man made as if plotting the other’s murder.

“If this is about Maren, then you’re wasting your time,” Kendrick finally said and turned away from him.

“Quite on the contrary, sir” he placed both hands on the table and leaned forward with seriousness written “I want to know why you killed my father”

Kendrick raised his head to him and squinted his eyes. Making him look more menacing, “And who’s your father?”

“Quit fucking with me, Kendrick. Jokes aside. I really should have strode into this place with a gun to your head, didn’t I?”

“Well, I guess you’ll always be a pussy then” the grin on his face was obvious now.

“Mr Philip Blackwood is my father in case you forgot” he gritted his teeth.

“And what do I have to do with him?”

Alexander hit the table hard in anger, but Kendrick remained unmoved. He’d seen this a lot of times.

“You ordered the plug to be pulled on him. You murdered him!”

Kendrick paused and interlocked his fingers. His face was both calm and amused. “I don’t get it. Who exactly told you that?”

“Argh!” Using his hands, Alexander pushed away all the files and other items off the table. Veins began to appear on his forehead.

“I was told the orders were given by a direct relative, and I know it was you, Kendrick. And you had no right to do that”

In a flash, Kendrick was up from where he sat, the amusement wiped away and his lips were turned in an upside down smile. His beard glistened in the light and moved with every word he spoke.

“My name is Kendrick Harding, aka Blackwood. The first son of Philip and Hailey Blackwood, and the rightful heir to whatever my father owned. I had every right to do what I did, Alexander,” he roared.

Alexander scoffed, “A for effort on the unnecessary intro. But one thing you’ve never come at peace with is the fact that you are not one of us. You are not a blackwood. You’re just some proud, greedy mother fucker who refused to play by the rules given to him”

“If playing by the rules meant sucking his dick and being you, then I’m glad I decided to suck my own dick”

Alexander straightened himself where he stood and now stood face to face with Kendrick. Each man’s breath fanned the other slightly as they stared daggers at each other.

“Father disowned you for reasons best known to both of us. I am the only offspring of Philip Blackwood.”