Chapter 1
Just to let you all know that there will only be four chapters on here, the rest will be on Galatea.
The sky was turning dark as a storm was brewing. Amy felt the sprinkle of raindrops falling on her tear-stained face as she stood by her father’s grave. A letter from Rodriguez Investment Company lay crumpled into a ball in her hand. It was the reason her father had a massive heart attack, the reason he was dead.
The letter stated Rodriguez was calling in the loan her father had taken out to keep his ranch in Texas running. Not being able to make the payments or pay off the loan the ranch went into foreclosure. It broke his heart and his will to live. Amy was left homeless with little money to live on. She had no other living relatives, her father was all she had.
The thunder roared and the sky opened up, soaking her to the bone. She sank to the ground on her knees, her fingers digging into the wet soil. Looking up at the sky with the rain falling on her face, she screamed out loud that one day soon she would make Rodriguez pay, one way or another.
Amy, a twenty-three-year-old works as a legal secretary in her hometown. She had gone online to find out all she could about Christian Rodriguez. According to what she read, he considered himself to be quite the playboy, using women for his own sexual gratification and then tossing them to the curb as you would garbage. He was quoted as saying he was a devoted bachelor, claiming he didn’t believe in love and would never be tied down to one woman.
(Men were not meant to have one mate their whole life, we were built to enjoy the flesh of many females, not just one which is not normal.) Was another quote of his that only disgusted Amy more.
The article also stated that he was ruthless and cruel in both business and his personal life. He was born and raised in Spain but moved to America at the age of twenty-one. After making his first couple of billions he bought a small castle in the South of France where he now lives when he’s not traveling for business or pleasure.
Nowhere could she find a picture of Rodriguez or his age. It was said he valued his privacy and never allowed his picture to be taken. So she could only guess he had to be an older man and most likely unattractive.
There was an article about a party he was hosting at his castle. It was to be the party of the century, an elegant event with only the wealthy and high society attending. People from all around the world would be there.
“Well Mr. Rodriguez, guess who’s coming to dinner?” she said out loud as a plan began to form in her head.
She would take a leave of absence from her job. Would take the small inheritance she received when her mother passed away five years ago and go to France. She would find a way to crash his party and worm her way into his home where she would find something she could use to destroy him and his reputation. It was the only way to make him pay for destroying her father.
After booking her flight to France she packed her bags, deciding to buy whatever else she needed once she arrived there.
During the flight, she once again went on the internet, it was important to find out everything she could about the man. It took some time but she was finally able to find a few articles. Like his favourite places to dine and what his taste in women was. Apparently, he was into blonds with large breasts. Looking down at her own breasts she had to laugh. Well, she was blond, her breasts not so large.
Finding the hotel where he frequently stayed and dined she knew that was where she would have to stay if she had any chance of running into him. She knew she would have to work quickly when she got there, the hotel would be her biggest expense. The money she had would have to last and her only hope was that she would run into him sooner, rather than later.
Amy was fast asleep when the plane landed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes she collected her bags and went outside she flagged down a passing cab. Giving the driver the address leaned back and closed her eyes. Not having had much sleep in a few days she was exhausted and wanted a nice warm bed to crawl into.
She must have drifted off and was awakened when the cab came to a stop in front of the Grand Hotel. Paying the driver gave him what she hoped was a decent tip and entered the hotel. She was in awe when she looked around at her surroundings. It was so beautiful and elegant, but of course, it would be since only the very wealthy could afford to stay there. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, marble floors and genuine leather sofas and chairs were scattered around.
Even the staff were elegantly dressed, not a crease in their uniforms or a hair out of place.
“How long will you be staying with us, Miss?” the woman behind the counter asked, giving her a friendly smile.
“I’m not really sure yet, a few days, maybe less,” she said, smiling back at the woman. “Could you tell me if Mr. Christian Rodriguez will be dining here anytime soon?”
“Mr. Rodriguez dines here every Monday and Friday evening. Are you a friend of his Miss?” she asked, looking Amy over.
Amy saw the woman checking her out. She knew she didn’t look like she belongs in a place as fancy as this but shook off the feeling and looked at the woman. “Yes, in a manner of speaking,” she replied and headed towards the elevator.
She was so glad now that her parents insisted she take French as a second language, little did she know at the time that one day it would come in handy. After being shown to her room she explored it. Never had she stayed in such a beautiful room, the carpet was so thick and soft under her now bare feet. A large window showed the view of the streets below. Going over to the bed she sat down, it felt like she was sitting on a cloud. Laying back she thought she would close her eyes for a few minutes before getting ready for dinner, but within minutes was fast asleep.
She suddenly woke up in a panic when she realized it was dark and she had slept in. Turning on the bedside lamp and seeing it was going on eight o’clock she jumped out of bed, she had to hurry in order to get to the dining room. It was Friday and Rodriguez might be there so she didn’t want to risk missing him or she would have to wait for the following Monday.
Since red was his favourite colour she bought an expensive red dress, it was short with a plunging neckline, one that showed off her cleavage. Her breasts may not be large but they were firm and perky and the dress fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. She wore her hair down, using her curling iron to give it some bounce. Smiling as she looked into the mirror she had to admit she looked hot and hoped the old geezer would have a heart attack and then she wouldn’t have to deal with him. But it would give her great satisfaction to see him die right in front of her.
Now if only she can get his attention she thought to herself when she entered the dining room. Once she was seated she looked around for an older gentleman, but not seeing anyone who she thought could be Mr. Rodriguez asked the waitress if he had arrived yet.
“Yes Miss, he’s at his regular table over by the window.” She discreetly points to where he was.
Amy looked over and had the shock of her life, he was not what she was expecting. This man was tall, dark and drop-dead gorgeous, and through his clothes, she could tell he was well-toned and muscular. He was busy reading papers of some kind, his brows furrowed as if in deep thought. A smirk crossed her lips, seducing and destroying him would be so much more pleasant than with a creepy old guy. OK, it’s show time,” she said to herself as she stood up and walked towards his table.
Just as she got next to his table she let her purse slip from her fingers and fall to the floor. Being this close to the man she suddenly felt nervous, and almost changed her mind, but before she could he made a move, stopping her dead in her tracks. *************************
