Entrapped by the billionaire

Khloe POV

No, how is this possible?

The rumors, it was escalating like wildfire. everyone at my workplace glared holes at the back of my head as I walked down the corridor that led to my office.

Yesterday was all it took to get me into this mess. I was drunk, damnit this never happened to me. I never lost myself at a party with my colleagues so why last night?

"How shameless of her to show her face at work after what she did. some people lack class," I heard some colleagues gossip as I walked past them.

I got to my office and thanked God that it was a self-con that could keep me away from others. Taking out my phone, I texted my best friend, about my situation, ready to hear whatever solution she had.

But the answer I got was short lived after I received a slap from a furious looking lady, all dressed in Armani.

"So you are the whore that seduced my husband? How dare you manipulate my husband you witch!" she barked at me. I tried not to cry from the smack but hearing words got to me even worse.

"Whore? Witch? Ma, please it would be best if you don't address me in such a manner," I stubbornly said, refusing to be intimidated by her appearance.

"You still have the guts to run your mouth at me after what you did?" She sparked, raising her hand to smack me again.

I cowered in fear, waiting for the impact of her hand but felt nothing.

"Ma, please refrain from physical abuses. The company has procedures to handle matters like this. If you have any problem, please file a petition to the headquarters and wait for a response," Jack said, holding the woman's hand in mid-air.

He was my boss at the management department I worked at. Normally, he would ignore me because of his failed attempts to woo me and I declining to be his girlfriend. But he surprisingly protected me from the crazy lady.

After the commotion was settled and two security officers escorted the lady out of the office, I was called up to his office.

I still couldn't remember what happened last night or how I fucked up and ended up being accused of adultery.

The thing here is, I never let down my guard but last night, I was confusingly out of control.

"Miss Summers," Jack formally addressed.

He was totally not having it with me. But it was for the best. I rather face him formally than have to be pressured into something ridiculous like having sex with him just to clear my name or accepting his proposal as his girlfriend.

"You know the company's rules and the consequences for breaking them."

"I can explain this..."

"There is no need for your explanation, Miss Summer," he slightly smiled. "You are fired," he declared.

"What?! You can't do that to me. I thought the normal company procedure was facing a panel? You have no right or power to fire me Mr. Hill," I remarked, standing on my ground.

my position as an assistant business manager didn't come so easily yet it was taken away without hesitation. I worked night and day, butt-licked, and sweet-talked all officials I had come across just to get this position.

"You see Miss Summer, this won't have gotten out of hand like this if you were an agreeable person. Let's say you didn't go out to a chaotic dinner, you would have been with me last night, covered under the warmth of my sheets," he muttered, whispering his last sentence.

I scoffed at his audacity to say such a disgusting thing to me and decided to take it out on him.

"Even if all men went to hell and you are the only one remaining, I will still not choose you, bastard!" I sneered at him, letting my emotions get the best of me.

Today was not my day at all. I turned on my heels and stormed out of his office, ignoring the side comments at the hallway as I returned to my office.

I grabbed my purse, took the mini brown box beside my desk and packed all my items, leaving only work files and documents.

On getting to the company's garage, I bumped into a janitor and fell butt-flat on the ground. He was about to help me up when I screamed out, frustrated by everything.

"Just don't. Go!" I yelled, scaring him away.

All this shit won't have happened if I didn't go to that damn dinner. I need to clear my name because none of this was true. There was no way that I could lose myself under the influence of alcohol and do something as stupid as the rumors claim.

But how am I going to prove my innocence? No one would want to hear a half baked story.

‘That's right!' I snapped my fingers as an idea popped into my head.

Getting up from the ground, I quickly packed my stuff, got into my brown Mercedes and drove down to the bar where the dinner was held.

The drive wasn't a long one, a forty-five minutes drive in estimate.

I killed my engine, got out of my car, and slammed the door shut in a haste. The place was quiet and moderate like a normal restaurant with few people drinking and talking until yesterday that was a fireball club.

"Please excuse me. Um, I need your help," I approached the bartender who was wiping a wine glass.

"Yes, how may I help?" He asked.

"It's about yesterday. Dante's finance company had a group dinner here last night. Please, is there any way I can get a recap of what happened here? Can I go through your cam record?" I requested, hoping earnestly that he would agree to help me.

"Sure. You can go to the camera room following that corridor. Take the left and you will find the room," he directed and I tapped the counter gratefully.

"Thank you so much. I owe you one," I said, hurriedly.

Rushing down the corridor, I heard a group of men laughing in an open room. Some were making out with some chicks while the others drank and jeered loudly.

I peeped in and sighted the director who had held the company dinner. He was making out with another young woman who I was pretty sure worked in our company.

The man was a fucking man whore. I stormed in, bearing only one thing in my mind. Payback!

After wrapping the chain of my purse, I raised it in the air and smacked his head from behind, hard in a way that satisfied my anger.

"Are you out of your mind?!" He yelled, gaining everyone's attention on us.

"You bastard, how dare you grin after what you had done to me? I will make sure that your life will remain a living hell once I'm done with you," I bashed him more with my purse, venting all my anger on him. I didn't mind the crowd that had formed because of me as long as everyone would see how he was a jerk.

"Crazy woman! Do you have a death wish?" he stopped my purse from landing on his face but I wanted to beat him just like his wife had done to me. using my free hand, I smacked his on his left cheek.

"Just returning the favor your wife blessed me with in my office today. And sir, try to be responsible! Your wife goes around hurting innocent women because of your immoral behavior. If you don't want me to expose your laundry, you better explain what happened last night to the headquarters or I will make sure you live miserably for the rest of your life," I threatened him.

He wailed in pain and some people took photos of him. I knew that I would regret this later, however, I was glad that I was able to exact my anger on him. but that didn't change what was going to happen to me and what I had already done.

"You must be really crazy to think that you can threaten me with such an allegation. Let me ask," he smiled cynically. "What proof do you have? In the end you are just a cheap slut Miss summer," he jeered infuriating my soul more.

Changing my stance, I reflexly raised my left leg high in the air and kicked his face, briefly sending him to his master in heaven.

After causing the little commotion, I stormed out of the club forgetting my main aim. There was no guarantee that whatever proof I found would be able to convince the panel of my innocence.

I was just a mere assistant business manager. The former would find whatever means to silence my voice. I went back to my car frustrated by everything and decided to call a cab instead of driving back to my apartment.

"Where are you going Miss?" The driver asked.

"Palms valley, 7th Street road," I told him my address.

"Alright, please put on your seatbelt," he said before starting his car.

Thirty minutes later, I was back at my apartment. Expecting an empty home but got ambushed by my best friend.

"Flora! I thought you won't be back until next week?" I asked excitedly, hugging her tightly.

Flora is a singer but not the kind of hit music or r&b or hip pop singer. To be precise, she is an orchestra singer and most of her shows are in London or Paris in a large Opera house.

We have been besties since childhood, inseparable like blood sisters.

"My show finished on time so I decided to come down here and have some fun with you. I saw your text and I know you are feeling so down. But hey, cheer up. I am here now and we are going to have some fun. All you have to do is put on this dress and we are good to go," she excitedly said.

"Where are we going?" I asked, curious about her plan.

"It's a secret. Go change and meet me downstairs," Flora cooed.

I went upstairs, took out some party outfits and touched my face with a little makeup.

"All done," I said, meeting Flora outside my apartment.

"That was quick. Alright, let's go have fun!!" She yelled and I rolled my eyes at her. Flora was a loud person, regardless of that, I still love her.

We ended up at a night club, jumped around to the best of the music and got wasted.

Now, we are sitting at the bar, giggling as the bartender mixes our drinks.

"That was hilarious," Flora mused. We were observing people in the club and laughing at those who got rejected by another.

A very foolish thing to do but it was quite entertaining.

"Here are your drinks, misses," the bartender served.

"Thanks," I bubbled.

A few minutes later, two handsome men sat down beside me and Flora's attention was quickly snapped.

"How about we have some real fun," She muttered, letting her devil side take over.

I didn't protest since I wanted to have fun too. Giving her a go ahead, she pushed to me the man, my breasts colliding with his arm. I widened my eyes in shock, unsure of my next words.

"My friend here wishes to spend the night with you for a thousand bucks. Don't let her down," Flora said and the stranger gave me a sizzling gaze that churned my stomach.

"We won't want that kind of money to go to waste, would we?" He gravelled and the hair on my body rose, sending chills down my spine.

Can I really do this? Sleep with a stranger that I know nothing about?