Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Zak

Isip my champagne and hope the pain of being at a public event will alleviate some of my guilt. I rarely make any public appearances. Whenever I do, the media whore's dial up to a frenzy. I ignore the speculative looks and walk to my table, which is front and centre to the podium.

I sit at the side of the table to view the podium and the rest of the hall. The need to see any incoming assholes is essential.

My attention towards the speeches and presentations is minimal. I will be donating a substantial amount but not without making the homeless foundation sign a contract ensuring every penny is spent on the needy and not the executive assholes who run the charity.

"We will take a short break and serve dinner before we continue. Thank you for attending, and I hope you can see the importance of the work we strive to do."

I cover my mouth to prevent my yawn from showing as the last presenter wanders away from the podium.

"What do you mean my table isn't at the front? Do you know who I am?"

I close my eyes at the whining tone of a woman. It's good to know that everyone in attendance cares about the cause.

I smile at the waiter, who places my food before me. My mouth waters at the juicy looking steak. The amount I work out, I need constant calories. I try to shut out the whining bitch and enjoy my food.

After a few delicious bites, my peace is disturbed by the bitch who doesn't stop whining. My fingers tighten around my cutlery in anger. I swallow my food calmly before turning around to see the back of a woman arguing with someone who must be part of the event management.

"I am Lady Linden. Please address me correctly."

My anger vanishes as the amusement at her predicament takes precedence. My body relaxes against the seat, and I cut another portion of my steak to watch the show unfold before me.

My eyes rove the back of her body. She is wearing a red dress that clings to her ass, but her bare back is crisscrossed with tiny black straps.

The staff member is trying to pacify the spoilt bitch. She flicks her blond hair over her shoulder, causing her hair to cascade down her back, spoiling my view of her bare back.

"I want this addressed right this moment. I will not be moving until you move our table. This is an insult."

I can see the staff member straighten her back as she says something, but I'm not within hearing distance. Whatever it was, it didn't go down well with the Lady. She swings around, scanning the front row tables.

Her hair bounces around her face. I take in her pretty features. She is beautiful, with wide bright blue eyes, high cheekbones and thick, plump pink lips. She probably has them stuffed with filler. It's a tragedy that such beauty comes with a foul interior.

She spots me looking at her, and she points over at me.

"There, that man is sitting on his own. I demand that we be seated over there."

I tilt to the side and see two other young women beside her. The blonde woman is the ring leader. One woman looks embarrassed by the situation, and the other looks bored.

I carry on eating and draw my gaze away from them. There is no way in hell I will have any of those vapid bitches at my table. I purchased the entire table to avoid this situation.