Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 56: Apple’s Madness

Apple’s POV

When the email from my boss arrived, I was sitting at my desk, munching on a salad from the cafeteria downstairs. While I did take a quick glance at the massive computer monitor to my left, I didn’t open the email. It was crystal clear to me what it was. A few hours earlier in the day, my boss informed me that our firm, had been awarded a ten-million-dollar management consulting contract with Onez Enterprises and that I would be working as a management consultant on the team.

As I approached, I noticed that the subject line read: Confirmation of Meeting Scheduled.

I opened the email and read the message.

After clicking on the link that would quickly add the meeting details to my electronic itinerary, I returned to my salad.

The notion of meeting with Bruce Lawrence, a successful businessman, and his team would have made me ecstatic a year ago, but now it makes me cringe. The rest of the meeting would be simply another in a long line of tiresome meetings with affluent jerks.

My colleagues and I were periodically taken aback by the level of corruption that had accumulated in just one year at Maximo. Not sure what I was expecting from this role, but it was certainly not what I got.

It was still superior to working for a non-profit for $30,000 a year, which was an alternative. That was more rewarding, but it also allowed me to spend my money on far finer things. I sighed as I stabbed a cherry tomato with my front teeth and then bit it in half with my back teeth to finish it. I had already done some research about Bruce Lawrence in order to be prepared for the encounter. It’s not that I didn’t recognize him right away. Bruce Lawrence was a legendary figure in the business world, and everyone was familiar with his name and reputation.

Suddenly, Bruce Lawrence was interested in everything, including computer technology, networking, cyber-security software, investments, and fiber optics. However, these days, a guy has to do more than just make a lot of money to impress me in order to succeed. In my opinion, he was just another wealthy jerk who believed he could purchase the entire world and everyone who lived in it for a small sum of money.

Taking my time to enjoy the thin iced tea that came with the salad, I looked out the twenty-first-floor window at the foggy skyline below me.

"He’ll be a big jerk, I’m sure of it," I thought to myself. I couldn’t keep myself from doing it.

"Douchebag" comes to mind immediately when I think of the way males have become in recent years.

I believe that the term "douchebag" has become synonymous with the phrase "man."

Man, you’re a jerk.

You’re a complete jerk.

Take it or leave it; they were one and the same in my eyes notwithstanding their differences. I sighed as I picked up another piece of lettuce and began to gnaw on it. I couldn’t understand why men had to be such jerks. Is there no longer any good men left in the world? Isn’t it true that they can’t all be gay or married?

All right, so maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit. Perhaps not all of the men on the face of the planet are jerks. Maybe it’s simply that all of the men of my species that I’ve met in my twenty-four years on this planet have been douchebags, but I’m not sure.

Of course, it didn’t start out that way for everyone. Some of them were initially pretty pleasant to be around. After meeting me, they appeared to have turned into jerks. Perhaps that was the case. It’s possible that I was the common denominator. It’s possible that I turned perfectly fine men into terrible douchebags. I was the very first person to receive treatment!

I licked the dressing off my lips and reached for the cup of tea next to me. I reasoned that it was possible that I possessed a specific aptitude. I possessed the ability to turn perfectly fine men into jerks on the spot.

Nah. After all, who am I to judge?

I don’t have any special powers. I’m just myself.

It is possible for men to develop the characteristics of douchebags on their own. Neither of them requested or required any assistance from me.

The most recent douchebag in my life was my ex-boyfriend Edward, who dumped me after five years of dating because his mother didn’t believe I was good enough for him. Edward’s mother didn’t think I was good enough for him, so I wasn’t good enough for him. Those were the precise words he used to describe me.

’Mother does not believe you are a good match for me, Apple, and I apologize for this.’

"I’m not marrying your mother, Edward," I said angrily. "Can you share your thoughts on the subject?"

The jerk behaved without a second thought. "I think Mother is probably correct," he said, staring me straight in the eyes as he said it.

He then turned around and walked out the door, not even bothering to look back. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Seriously?

You’re a jerk, to say the least!

My cheeks began to flush as a result of the experience. Despite the fact that Edward dumped me more than a year ago, it still makes me upset. Well, I am taking revenge on him.

Although I did not come from an affluent family like Edward’s, I had a good upbringing. I was up in a lower-middle-class family, but I put in the hours and sacrificed everything to get through college and graduate.

Mother, you’ve been f*cked yet again!

My own concept caused me to frown. I’ve never cursed in such a ferocious manner before. Granted, this is only a mental dialogue, but I have acquired the lexicon of a drunken sailor as a result of it.

Edward and his mother are to blame for the situation.

Edward asserted that his mother believed I was a malicious and evil individual. She was dissatisfied with the way I dealt with her son.

If it hadn’t been for me telling him what to do, he would have spent most of his days bouncing around like a pinball. It’s not good enough in the eyes of your son.

F*ck you, you old bat. F*ck you.

As I chewed on a piece of lettuce, I chastised myself forever considering such a thing. Edward and I hadn’t seen each other in more than a year at this point. What was it about this that was bothering me so much?

What was it that made me no longer want anything to do with men in general?

Had Edward done something to me that I would never be able to undo?

Was I intended to serve as a nanny from the beginning of my life?

Maybe she’s a lesbian?

No, I didn’t take a turn in that direction at all.

At least for the time being...

I was in my early twenties, in good health, and as hot as every other woman in the room. The fact that I was still a virgin was a source of irritation for me. The fact is that, after Edward abandoned me, the whole concept of "saving myself for Mr. Right" was thrown out the window. In the event that I got the opportunity, I would jump Mr. Wrong’s bones.

It’s not that I haven’t had any sexual encounters in the past. Every time you walk down the corridor, you’re bound to run into one of their swinging dickheads. Just to put it bluntly, at this point in my life, I don’t want to be bothered by a guy.

In addition, as I have indicated, males are jerks.

Possibly since I’d never had a cock inside of me, I was completely unaware of what I was missing. Fortunately, I possessed long, nimble fingers as well as a foot-long vibrating dildo, which I affectionately dubbed. My toy was always on my nightstand, waiting for me to get home. Why did I require the assistance of a man in the first place?

No, I’d rather devote my time and energy to my professional career than to my personal life. I was only twenty-four years old at the time. While the ancient biological clock still had lots of time left in it, some days it ticked louder than others, but it still had plenty of time left. I had meticulously planned every detail of my future. I’d go out and look for a man once I’d made it.

By the time I will be thirty-five, my partner had managed to squeeze out a couple of beautiful babies, and I had found a great nanny to care for them while I returned to work full-time. If I do so so myself, this is a sound strategy.

Why would I allow a man to make a blunder like that in my presence?

I finished my salad and wiped the dressing off my lips before checking my email to see when I’d be meeting with Bruce Lawrence, who I knew would be a douchebag, although a rich douchebag, and finding out when that meeting would take place.