Secretly The Billionaire Boss

“Pizza man! Delivery!” a man yelled from outside of Grey’s house.

Grey smiled and picked a hundred-dollar bill. He opened the door and stretched out the money.

“Thank you for ordering. It’s $15.”

“Keep the money!” He replied immediately and took the pizza from him.  He closed the door before the man would say anything else.

He stared at the pizza and remembered he hadn’t ordered pizza in forever because he was saving money for Nora’s birthday gift.

Grey remembered what Alfred had told him and wondered how he was supposed to keep a low profile after losing his job.

But at least, he could afford nice delicacies now unlike before.

After eating, Grey decided to take a long rest as he could still feel some pains from the beating he got from waking up beside Avery on the bed.

When Grey woke up, it was almost six and he decided to get ready for dinner.

He had a quick shower and wore a grey shirt with black trousers. Actually, it was one of his best clothes.

He was going to Weathervane, even though he knew that his kind of attire didn’t fit a place like that.

He took a cab instead and soon arrived at the restaurant. He stood outside the building for a moment, admiring the outer setting.

The weathervane was among the top five luxurious restaurants in the city. People rated it high for a lot of things. And it’s mostly patronized by people of high class and their dishes are expensive. In one word, whoever can afford Weathervane is a rich man.

a sigh and moved towards

stopped him suddenly and the speaker ran to block him from

attire, one could guess he was a

restaurant. Why are

waiter stared at him for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter. “Are you kidding me? You seriously think I was

him a confused look. “And why won’t you

gave

and realized he was looking at the clothes

I will never let you constitute a nuisance here. You will

Why can’t I enter the restaurant? Do

stop you!” He snarled at him. “I don’t know why all these poor people think you can steal meals at

felt a surge of anger at his words but he decided to stay cool about it as

dialed Alfred’s number. He picked

Hercules, where are

a mom. “I’m in

have to do that when I’m the boss? Just enter and you will be well attended to. Also, I will

dirty glares. “I couldn’t enter because a waiter wouldn’t let me,” he reported. “I was even mocked by him and he had kept me standing for some

be?” He boomed angrily. “Just give me ten minutes, I will be

will be expecting,”

trying to play games here? I’m definitely not going to let you in,” his eyes hardened on him. “And you are only bluffing. You didn’t call anyone and there’s no fucking way you’d

insult but a deep voice from behind him

further as he and

never my boyfriend. He is just some struggling guy. And I think he should struggle and get some