Execute The Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 2

“Get out of here! My friend deserves better, you poor freak! Acting like she asked you for it! Get lost!” Madison shouted and the rest joined her.

Dexter had never felt more shattered in his entire life. He was used to being treated this way, but today was different as it broke the toughness in him.

He gritted his teeth, and without warning, he kicked Lucas at his lower abdomen and rushed out before the security officers could catch up with him.

Later that night, Dexter found himself urging the bartender to pour more liquor in his shot glass.

Buzz!

He retrieved his phone from his pocket.

{You know I hate it when my pay is a day late! You have just two hours to clear this month's payment, or I'll feed your foolish mother's skeleton to my dogs!} ~ Fibonacci.

Dexter's grip on his phone tightened. It's just the beginning of the month, and he had struggled to make last month's payment. His salary was barely even enough!

With so much bitterness in him, he grabbed the bottle of liquor, drinking directly from it until he became drunk and could barely see properly. His phone rang in his pocket, and he believed it would be Fibonacci’s men calling to threaten him, so he didn't bother picking.

While this was going on, Vector Smith pointed at the drunk young man close to the bartender. “He's in the perfect state, tell him to room 306.”

The middle-aged man nodded and approached Dexter.

Soon, three of them were in room 306.

“Take his pants off, and his shirt too.” Vector instructed, urging him to lay the naked man close to the woman on the bed.

“Si..sir.. are you sure? What if we get caught and punished…”

“Shut up and do as I have said!” Vector shuts him off and he immediately obeys. Luckily, their mission was successful. Then they left the two on the bed.

“Wait.. who…who are you?” Dexter asked the feminine figure who got on top of him, kissing him hard like her life depended on it.

“Shut up and fuck me!” Her voice was filled with desperation and desires as she took her clothes off, and their bodies intertwined before Dexter could even protest. He was lost in his drunken state, and with her bare boobs caressing his face, he couldn't resist the burning desires he was feeling.

The next morning, the sound of Dexter's phone ringing woke him up. He grabbed his phone and switched it off immediately as he knew who was calling.

“Who are you? What the heck did you do to me!!”

Before Dexter could turn, a resounding slap landed across his face.

He swallowed hard as his eyes landed on the fair gorgeous woman who was pulling the blanket to cover her naked body.

“You monster, how dare you take advantage of me!” She cried out.

“No… no.. I didn't, I swear… you came to me. You wanted this!” He said, at least that's what he remembered. It was then he came to his senses. Where was he and how did he get to this room?

As he tried recalling, his head started hurting and he knew It was because of last night.

Just then, the door pushed open and several men walked into the place.

“I told you grandpa, but you wouldn't believe me, now see for yourself.” Vector, Ashanti's cousin said with a disappointed look.

Ashanti swallowed hard as she made eye contact with the patriarch of her family.

“He made the first move… he slept with me.. I didn't sleep with him.. I mean…. I had no idea… no… I don't know… I don't know how I got here…” Ashanti defended, her voice trembling with fear.

Vector was taken aback. She even slept with this stranger? Haha! What a way to make his plan easy.

“I trusted you. You were even my favourite grandchild! I'm so disappointed in how cheap you've become!” The man in his late 70s spoke with bitterness.

“Forgive me grandpa, I was set up. He brought me here!” She cried, pointing at Dexter, who was speechless.

“Losing your virginity to a person like that says a lot about you, cousin. I can't believe you wanna bring this family's name down with you!” Vector said innocently.

“Please forgive her. I take the blame!” Dexter finally spoke up.

“Shut up, you're making it worse!” Ashanti shouted at Dexter.

“Don't shut my son-in-law up. You'll have to treat your husband with respect!” The old man demanded.

“Husband?!”

“What?!”

Both Dexter and Ashanti exclaimed in a puzzled tone.

“Grandpa, you can't punish me this way, please.” Ashanti cried out, still trying to cover her nakedness. She was probably drugged by this man, and lured here, it wasn't her fault.

“You should have thought of this family's name before walking into my hotel to get fucked!” He roared, his loud voice sending chills down Dexter's spine. This… this was his hotel?

“You will not disgrace me, I wouldn't allow that. I better see him at dinner tonight. You dare go against my order, your punishment will be worse!” He declared, and was about storming out when Dexter rushed to him.

“Please, sir, I…”

“Shut up!” Vector said, slapping him hard on the face.

The moment the old man shot him a death glare, Dexter retreated.

Dexter turned to vector after the old man left and started pleading but a punch to his jaw silenced him. He was beaten so mercilessly by Vector's men that he spat out blood.

“Stop! Okay! Stop!” Ashanti shouted then they let him go.

“The dinner party is tonight. I'll go treat my husband if I were you! Slut! Haha!” Vector laughed out loud before storming out with his men, leaving Dexter and Ashanti alone in the room.

Ashanti wiped her tears as she wore her clothes before turning to Dexter. “You've ruined my life, I wouldn't allow you ruin my name and my chances with my family. Here… my home address… dress like a human being when coming!” She hands him the card, glaring at his old clothes on the floor then she left.

Dexter wiped the blood in his mouth, as he stared into nothingness. August sure started badly with him.

First it was Clara, and now he was suddenly married to a dangerous man's granddaughter?! What kind of trouble has he gotten himself into?

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After getting his wounds treated, Dexter was at the front desk, making his payment when he heard two nurses having a conversation.

“...Mr. Bill is willing to pay even a million dollars for a pint of blood from an AB negative donor.” Vivian, the fat woman whispered.

“Oh, I wish I was AB negative! It's so rare to find someone with that same match.”

Dexter could no longer hear more of their conversation as they slowly walked away while discussing.

“Your payment is 50 bucks! Why are you giving me 10 bucks?” The lady at the counter snapped Dexter out his thoughts.

“Oh, hold on…” Dexter swallowed hard, checking his pocket like there was more to give.

In fact, if Lucas hadn't tipped him that ten bucks, he would have nothing to give. He doesn't even know where his next will would come from.

“Can I pay the rest tomorrow?” He asked nervously, causing the lady to frown.

Without hesitating, he rushed towards the two women who were discussing and said, “I'm AB negative. Give me 50 bucks, so I can pay for my treatment. Please, I'll donate my blood.” He explained as the lady at the counter was rushing towards him with 12 security officers.

“Are you sure?” One who then scanned Dexter's appearance but was suddenly stopped by the security officers who grabbed the young man.

When the receptionist explained, the fat lady offered to clear Dexter's bill, urging the security to let him go.

Soon, they ran some tests and his blood was a match. After taking his blood, Dexter felt weak, but he anxiously waited for his balance before leaving as it was getting late and he couldn't afford to be late to his wife's family dinner.

“Why are you still here?” Vivian, one of the ladies from earlier, asked him.

“You said there's a one million price on who donates for…”

“Has your bill not been paid? Please use the door, we have a patient for that bed.” Vivian pointed at the bed Dexter sat on.

“Do you need my cash app? Or zelle? P****l? I really need to start going.” Dexter stood from his seat impatiently.

At least the £950 thousand remaining will help in clearing his loan with Fibonacci.

“Security!” Vivian thought the blood taken from Dexter's body must have affected his hearing.

In seconds, the security officers came rushing. “Escort this man out, and if he is unwilling, drag him out!”

“Wait… you can't throw me out without my payment. Didn't you say Mr. Bill was willing to pay 1 million? We had an agreement!” Dexter retorted, struggling as the guards pulled him close to the door.

“We never had an agreement, boy! You only came to me for 50 bucks, which I paid!” She shouted rudely at him.

It was then that it dawned on Dexter. They truly didn't discuss the 1 million. He had been so desperate to pay the lady at the counter that he forgot to negotiate before donating his blood!

She must have gotten the money, and only gave him 50 bucks!

“Could you at least spare me another 50 bucks? Don't be like that… I can't donate my blood just for nothing… I beg you!” He pleaded but it all fell on deaf ears.