The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 42

ZERO is busy scanning some piles of documents when the telephone on the side rings. He closed the folder and grabbed the call from his secretary, informing him that he had a visitor.

He asked who it was. When he heard the name, he dropped the call. He pinched the bridge of his nose—a sign that he was losing her temper again, then clenched his fist.

After a few moments, the door of his office opened and it has thrown the last person that he wanted to see. It’s not that he’s bitter about his past but he just wants to ignore those people who already have been in the dark part of his life.

“Zero!” the feminine voice roared inside his office.

He arched his brow and leaned on his chair as he met the woman’s eyes.

The woman tucked her hair on the back of her ear and walk her way towards him but he pointed to the empty chair in front of his desk.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and met the woman’s eyes right after she’s been seated.

“What brings you here?” he asked, calmly but you can feel the coldness lingering in it.

The woman crossed her legs, seductively which makes Zero frown slightly.

“I just want to reconcile with my man—”

“If you will not do any business-related as you pay a visit, I’m sorry but I’m too busy to talk about a nonsense thing, Miss,” he uttered, coldly.

The woman arched her brow and laughed, embarrassedly. “Come one, Zero. I’m already back why can’t—”

“Feel free to exit my office if you will talk not business-related—” he didn’t finish his words when the woman stood up and slammed his desk. Eyes pierced into his.

“This is me, Tilda! I am Tilda! The woman you love the most.”

Zero darted his eyes into hers, trying to see her soul. He scoffed. “Love?” he composed himself without breaking the gaze. He stood up and fixed his coat. The woman stood straight.

“Love? You came to see me because of that?” He shook his head as if the woman did a bad thing. “I don’t even know what that word means,” he uttered and walked away.

The woman reached for him and grabbed him in the arm. He sighed, feeling pissed then turned to her.

“Can we talk—”

“We’re taking.”

“In a nice way—over a cup of coffee?”

Zero formed a sly smirk on his lips then pulled his arm out of Tilda’s grip. “Who do you think you are?”

The woman arched her brow and crossed her arms. “Are you still have a bitter feeling because I left you—”

He let out a devilish chuckle and pinched the bridge of his nose after. “Do you really think I’m still affected by it?”

“Then why are you treating me, coldly I could feel the bitterness—”

“Don’t be too full of yourself and assume things, Miss. The Zero you used to know will never be that Zero five years ago.”

Tilda parted her lips and wanted to say something but Zero already left her hanging.

Approaching the parking lot, he rode into his car and sped away from his building. He stepped on the accelerator and drives faster than the usual speed which makes the patrol catch him.

“Shit!” he cursed and pulled over.

He waited for the enforcer to approach him. When the man knocked on the window, he lowered it down.

“You’re driving over the speed limit of this highway, Sir.” the enforcer started. “Let me see your driver’s license?”

Zero then pulled his wallet out of the pocket of his suit jacket and picked for his license then show it to the enforcer.

“Oh. It’s you, Cohen,” the man said.

He smirked and lowered down his sunglass.