Triplets for the Billionaire novel (Oliver Gusto)

Chapter 13

Oliver could recognize that voice anytime and any day so even without looking back, he knew who it was already.

“What the hell, Ollie?” It’s not even up to 24 hours and you’ve brought some whores to the house already. Don’t you have any shame?”

Ollie frowned, turning around to face her. He was starting to regret not locking the door or informing the security not to let her in.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He glared at her.

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Get the fuck out of here if you’ve got nothing sensible to say. As you can see, I’m in the midst of something very important.”

“I know you hardly give two fucks about people but are you this heartless? Don’t you love me at all? Was all your affection towards me fake? You couldn’t even give some respect as your woman. Just a little misunderstanding that we had, you’re here about to fuck some rotten pussy. Don’t you have any shame left?”

At this point, Oliver was already getting angry because she was putting him off the mood already.

“What do you women really want?”

“You asked me for marriage and I made it clear that there’s no way I’m ever getting married. You got angry and then stormed out of my office. What do you expect me to do? Run after you? And apologize? Or beg you to come back to me?”

“Yes!!! Because that’s what any reasonable man would do.”

“Never! I don’t run after women.”

“Shut the fuck up, you bastard! I’m not just any woman you twart. I’m your fucking woman for crying out loud. I’m your baby so yes, you owe me a duty to run after me. Two years of relationship is not a fucking joke” Andrea yelled at him, trying so hard not to let those tears roll down her cheeks. Especially in front of those bimbos.

“To hell with you and that duty. Count me out.”

“You’re really insane, Oliver. You expect me to walk out of a two-year relationship. Just like that?!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Drea. Two years is nothing. People date for seven years and they still break up. Haven’t you heard about divorce between long-time married couples?”

“You’re nothing but an arrogant bastard! Do you think I don’t have other options? Do you think I don’t have men that are dying to make me theirs?”

“Then go fucking meet them and leave me the hell alone!”

“You fool, don’t you get it?”

“I’m in love with you. How do you expect me to be with other men when my heart is here? With you.”

“Well, I don’t love you so get the fuck out of my house.”

“Fucking liar!!” Andrea yelled. She took off her left hell and threw it at Ollie who missed the shot by a breadths air

“Are you insane?”

“Oh, you’ve seen nothing yet.”

“And what the fuck are you bitches still doing here?” She yelled at the bimbos who glared back at her for ruining their moment with the most eligible bachelor.

They directed their gaze at Oliver who was fuming in anger, hoping he was going to come to their rescue.

“You ladies think I joke with my man?” Andrea’s eyes scanned through the house, looking for the first item She could lay her hands on.

She hurried to the table where an empty flower vase was, picked it up as if it weighed nothing, and then approached the bimbos who eventually found themselves behind Oliver’s naked back, seeking protection.

“What has come over you? Andrea.”

“Allow me to deal with these bitches. They had the guts to follow you here. Who the fuck in this country doesn’t know that you fucking belong to me.”

Their craziness was probably the only reason they’ve managed to be in a relationship for two years. Oliver could be blunt, nasty, rude and crazy and Andrea’s personality sort of matches him too. He knew there are times she could be temperamental and at that moment she could do anything without thinking twice about it.

Deep down, Ollie knew if care wasn’t taken, Drea would jump on those girls. Oliver had found himself being involved in uncountable scandals but murder wasn’t part of them and he wasn’t going to allow anyone to ruin his reputation.

”Are you guys sick or something? Gather your things and get the fuck out of here!” He shouted at them as he struggled to collect the vase from Andrea. He was pissed off that they were not moved by an almost violent person.

The ladies gathered their clothes and shoes from the floor and hurried out of the living room. Ollie didn’t give a fuck that they ran out naked. They were probably going to dress up in the compound before they exited the mansion but he couldn’t care less. As far as he didn’t have any blood in his hands.

Seeing that the bimbos were no longer in sight, Drea surrendered the vase.

“What do they have that I don’t? Why did you have to cheat on me?” She faced her man.

“Are you being serious right now?” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Do I look like I’m cracking some joke or something?”

“You literally walked out of me earlier and you’re expecting that there’s still something going on between the two of us. Get the hell out of my house, woman!”

“I’m going nowhere. Aren’t you aware that couples argue and fight? And your next step was to bring some girls home for a fucking twosome. You were even about to go in raw. Have you lost your senses, Ollie?”

“Whatever I do with my life is none of your fucking business.”

“Of course it is. Can’t you just own up to your mistake and apologize instead of acting like a bastard who doesn’t give two fucks about me.”

“You’re insane.” Oliver left her presence, making his way to his bar corner, pouring himself one of the strongest alcohol he had there.

Andrea followed him.

“You’re just a big baby who does rubbish without thinking. How can you conclude we are done just because I stormed out.”

Oliver took a sip of his alcohol, then turned to face her. “There’s no way I’m going to get married to you or any other woman.” He stated one by one as if that was the only way She was going to understand.

“The reason I haven’t got any baby mamas is that I haven’t found the perfect person.”

Andrea frowned, pretending not to be hurt by what he just said. “What do you mean by the perfect person?”

Oliver shrugged, taking another sip of his alcohol. “A person who is perfect to carry my baby.”

“Stop being a dickhead and go into details about what you mean.” She said with gritted teeth, hiding the fact that she was angry about not being the perfect person.

“What’s your definition of perfect?” She yelled at him when he said nothing.

“See why I’m against you birthing my child? Just a minute ago you were about to murder some persons in my house.”

“Don’t place any shitty blame on me. You’re the one who made me mad. You don’t expect me to do nothing while you go about not having any regard for me or what we have.”

“That’s not the point. And besides, you do know what I’m talking about.”

“Shut the fuck up and tell me your definition of perfect!” She yelled, glaring at him.

Oliver approached Andrea where she was standing.

She ran her eyes over his naked body. She had seen plenty of naked guys but none of them could come close to Oliver Gusto. His body was just so amazing and to think he was not a regular person at the gym.

Andrea couldn’t tear her eyes away from his dick.....it was huge and erect, silently begging for some attention the way it sprang to life with every step and gesture that Ollie took. If not that they weren’t exactly on good terms now, She wouldn’t mind him fucking her throat.

“Let me know when you’re done ogling.”

“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t staring at you so stop flattering yourself. I was just deep in thought.”

“Pride.”

“What??” She frowned at him.