The Heartless Billionaire (EBS 3) [UNEDITED]

Chapter 2: Expect The Unexpected

A/N: Just a heads up, there are Greek words along the story. I'm not a hundred percent sure if the Google Translator is reliable enough. I apologize in advance.

Anyhow, I give the credit to Google Translator.

"Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible." ― Lisa Kleypas

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Zandros' POV

I stretched my legs and I heard a loud thud that caused me to open my heavy eyelids. I realized, I was sleeping on the damn couch on the corner. The room smells awful. As I pulled myself up and sat, I felt the throbbing ache assaulting my head. I can barely remember what happened last night. I know, Stavros was dead drunk and I don't even know how we managed to carry him upstairs with our drunken state. 

And obviously, I passed out here last night, with no idea who was left sleeping here. I shook my head in disbelief as I recall how wild it was. I bet the wildest party I've ever hosted.  I stood up and walk around things that were cluttered around the room. Bottles, wine glasses, cans, and some rotten foods that already staining the mat. I could smell the sperm in the room as well and I bet there are condoms everywhere. I can remember couples shamelessly making out last night on every corner of the room, perhaps they had an orgy here, as well. The room is a big clutter-fuck, and all the more my headache growing. 

I quickly strode out of the room and seek for Laila. She could arrange a cleaner to clean the room, perhaps sanitized or sterilized everything before my parents decided to visit the place.

I remember, I had to call them.

I ventured along the wide hallway, heading to the living room. The place was still quiet, so I sat on the other end of the L-shaped couch and hit the buzzer button. 

Not long, Laila came out wearing her favorite green apron over her long corset dress that looks like in the nineties.

"Good morning, Zandros," she greeted with a full blown smile, then she frowned. "You look rather perturbed?" 

I gave her a reassuring smile, "Just a little headache, Laila." I grinned. "A steaming mug of coffee would surely help a bit," I said as I leaned my back against the couch's back support. The wrinkles on her forehead smoothened and her sweet smile was back.

"Ναι, αμέσως Zandros!" (Yes, right away Zandros!) she nodded. Then I remember what I needed her for.

"And, Laila," she stops on her track and swiveled swiftly to face me, "the bar room needs to be sanitized," I gave her a sheepish smile and she shook her head, but her smile says she's on it. This is not new to her, but that was a long time ago when I was still young and hot-blooded, not that I'm old now. I'm just twenty-eight.

"Θα πάρω κάποιον να το καθαρίσετε καλά !" (I'll get someone to clean it thoroughly) she smiled and then left.

Laila has been working in our family since I was still in my mom's belly. She actually shares a part in raising me and Chrissy, and she's like a mother to me and to my friends. She's actually the only one that calls us on a namely basis among all the Mailov's housekeepers.

Not long, she came back with a China mug full of a steaming coffee. She places it on the end table. Nicolas then appeared, heading to my direction. 

Laila faces him with the same fond smile and asked him if he wants a coffee. He said yes, then two other girls, probably models judging by their looks, soon showed up and wanted a coffee, as well. Laila excused herself. Nicolas sat on the other couch while the two girls sat at arm's length from me.