The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 103

“WHAT’S MY next appointment?” Zero asked his assistant.

“You have a meeting with Mr. Angelo, Sir.”

Upon hearing that name, Zero grimaced. “Did I agree with this appointment?”

The assistant started to tremble and nodded. “I asked about it three days ago, Sir,” he replied.

“Take it down. And cut off the ties with the Angelos,” he said and stood up.

“But Mr. Angelo was expecting you—”

“I don’t need any partnership with the Angelos! Am I not clear?” Zero’s voice raised as anger lingers in it.

“My apology, Mr. Cohen,” the assistant replied.

“If so, tell dad to meet his friend. But you, I’m not allowing you to have an appointment with them,” he said and left his office.

He walked towards his private elevator and was about to close it when his eyes widened and pierced his gaze to the person who had just gone inside the elevator.

Zero was about to stay and pushed the open button when that person blocked his way.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he roared.

“Zero…”

“Fuck it, Tilda!” Zero’s angry voice roared inside the elevator.

Tilda went closer to him and touched him in the chest, making him jerk backward. “Fuck!” he cursed and glared at her.

“Come on, Zero. I know that you wanted it too—”

“If you won’t stop this, Tilda. I’m afraid I might hurt you,” he warned, his voice full of resentment.

Tilda smirked and suddenly grabbed his manhood behind his crotch, making him slap her hand.

“Ouch!” Tilda complained and withdrew her hand. “What’s wrong with you? You used to like my body. Come on, Zero, fuck me—all I ever wanted you to do is to fuck me—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Zero grabbed her by the arm, and his grip tightened. At this moment, he wanted to tear Tilda into pieces. “Why couldn’t you stop pestering me? I had enough with you, Tilda. We’re over a decade ago, and now you’re here in front of me—wanting to be fuck?”

Tilda pressed her lips and was about to touch his face, but Zero’s reflexes were fast, and he grasped her hand, restraining it from touching him.

Zero wondered why Tilda could always pass to get inside his office. Guess he needs to fire his assistant. He was right all along that he doesn’t need an assistant. He better set that on his mind.

“Come on. Zero… touch me—Ahh!” she screamed when Zero’s hand landed on top of her left breast, his grip on it was too tight. And suddenly, he pushed her away, making Tilda’s back hit on the cold corner of the elevator.

Tilda groaned in pain. “W-Why—”

“I told you, I’m not that Zero that you used to know. And we already cut ties long ago. I don’t want you in my life anymore. If you repeat this, I’m afraid I might kill you,” Zero threatened, and after a few seconds, the elevator opened.

Zero furiously got out of the elevator, rushed towards his Lamborghini, and sped away.

TILDA WAS caught in awe because of Zero. She couldn’t believe that he would turn like that—he looks like a monster that at any moment, he will rip your head off your body.

He’s scary.

Tilda stepped walked towards the parking lot opening as she took a cab. She groaned when she felt the pain in her back due to the strong impact when Zero pushed her. So her left breast, she could still feel his tight grasp on it.

Damn it.

This time, she needs to find out who’s the girl that makes Zero act like that.

She gets back because she found out that Zero is whoring and was fucking every woman he ever wanted, and now, she can’t see that Zero.

She admits she made him like that—she made him hate her because she chose to pursue her career than their relationship. She was Zero’s first of everything.

And now, she’s just like nothing?

She even thought that: first love never dies… but what is happening? Did the damage she has done to him cause too much?

Or it’s just her who’s hallucinating and assuming that she can still bring back what they have?

Ugh! She groaned. Guess she needs to visit a club even if it’s a broad delight.

Tilda then visited a club near the company of Zero. Soon as she sat on the stool. A man approaches her.

“Alone?”

Tilda smirked and bit her lower lip. “What do you think?”

The man’s hand suddenly went into her exposed leg. “Well… do you want my company?”

Tilda grabbed the drink that the bartender put down. “Sure. Uhm… VIP room?” she asked.

The man smirked. “Sure.”

Tilda went down on the stool, and the man enveloped his arm onto her shoulder.

“HEY, what’s wrong?” Isla asked. “You’re not talking since we came here,” she added.

Isla was surprised that Zero called and was waiting for her near the university gate—saying he wanted to have lunch with her.

While waiting for their orders to serve, Isla was staring at Zero, and she even counted how many times he sighed.

“Is there any problem? Is it about work?’ And her curiosity won’t stop unless it has been fed.