A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything-Chapter 14: A Mess

Sitting alone in a bar with a cocktail before her, Zyn pulled her phone from her purse. Her face was adorned with makeup, wearing a flashy dress that shimmered under the club's disco lights. She first wanted to message the group, but her finger retracted, so she made a call to Jaxon instead.

After a few moments of waiting, Jaxon picked up.

"Hey," Zyn said in a low voice, sighing weakly.

Jaxon's voice came from the phone, "I can hear some jazz there. Are you at a bar?"

"Hm, yeah," Zyn replied. "So, I was thinking. Will you guys be able to join me here? We can also use that as a chance to celebrate Kieran's win today. Are you in?"

Jaxon mumbled, "I don't know if Kieran can. You know, he might be busy making some calls or having meetings. But, anyhow, just call him first."

Zyn nodded, mouthing "ok" without even saying it.

"... I will join you there. The usual bar, right?"

Zyn responded, "Yeah."

"Cool. See you in a jiffy."

After the call ended, Zyn took a moment to calm herself down. She was hiccupping and feeling dizzy from taking too much alcohol. Her eyes were watery, too. In a moment, she grabbed her phone from the table...

Meanwhile, in room 701 of Holland's hotel...

Kieran was atop, having Sophia's back pinned to the plush surface. In a moment, he reached for the strap of her bra around her shoulder, moving slowly as though on purpose. Sophia breathed gently and smiled, her hand moving upward to unbutton his shirt and pull it off. She touched him. His skin was warm. Hot, too.

In a swift moment, Kieran removed her bra. And watched with intent.

"Body count... how many?" he asked her, tapping her nipple with his finger. Her breast was large. And soft too when Kieran grabbed – Sophia moaned.

She whispered, pulling Kieran closer, "None better than you."

Back at the bar house, Sophia had held the phone close to her ear for decades. But she heard nothing. Confused about why Kieran hadn't picked up yet, she checked her screen. Only to realize she hadn't even pressed the call button yet.

"Ah, fuck," she grunted. Then called.

The moment Sophia's hands were just about to pull off Kieran's belt, his phone rang. For a moment, he still stared into Sophia's eyes... either thinking about something or hesitating. Then, he got off her, picked up the phone on the table, and checked.

When he saw it was Zyn calling, he walked from the living room to the balcony where the city's night view lay below, vast and colorful like a realistic painting.

Kieran answered as he placed his hands on the cold railings. "Hey, Zyn. How are you?" he asked, smiling right afterward.

Zyn grunted over the phone, "What are you doing right now, Kieran?"

"Oh, uhm..." he hesitated, looked back into the living room, and motioned to Sophia to wait. Then he cleared his throat and replied, "Nothing. Why do you ask?"

Zyn sighed. "I think the man whose thing we stole back then must really be onto me now. I just have this damned mood swing I'm dozing off from alcohol..."

She continued.

And in that moment, Kieran shivered in shock as he felt a hand hug him from behind. The next second, it was Sophia's voice he heard.

"Let's get back to it already." Her voice was tiny.

Kieran hiccupped and held his breath as he noticed Zyn go dead silent. His eyes widened. And his heart pounded. She didn't say anything – and Kieran knew more than anything she knew what he was up to now.

In spite of everything, Sophia leaned in and asked him, "Who is that...?"

Then, the response came – not Sophia speaking, but hanging up. Kieran clenched his jaw and mumbled shit before rushing into the living room. He grabbed his shirt and overcoat, then headed for the door...

Sophia gasped in disbelief. "You can't be serious! You got me horny all along just to... wanna leave?!"

Holding onto the doorknob, Kieran turned and said to her, "My P.A. will pay you for the night."

"What the fuck! I'm not your hooker, dickhead!"

Kieran shook his head. "Trust me... I won't ever really date you." Then, he stormed out the door.

Sophia felt like smashing the sidelamps or anything, but first... she covered herself with a robe. How could he say that to her?

Zyn asked the bartender to give her two cocktails. Then, she rose from her seat with the drinks... To the front of a good-looking man seated in the silent corners, watching every girl with admiration.

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But Zyn was doing him a favor because she was offering herself to him. She swiftly handed him a cocktail, slid onto his lap, and sat. She brushed her lips against his right away. The man was satisfied, too satisfied. And he threw her on the couch, meeting her lips without relent.

Jaxon stood at the entrance, frozen and left wide agape as he watched Zyn in the distance. His eyes flashed to his phone's screen, where he had a chat with Kieran just a few seconds ago. Kieran had asked where Zyn was, and he replied,

South Skybridge club.

Jaxon cried silently, "Fuck no!"