Page 11 of Daddy Billionaire Dragon

He fell to his knees, almost falling off the precipice, dropped his face in his hands, and sobbed miserably. The voice was right. He was responsible for her death. He should have prevented it. He had promised to protect her, and he had failed.

As his soul-shattering sobs echoed in the silence of the night, a sense of despair engulfed his mind. Sadness like he had never known before sliced his heart and mind into tiny pieces till the pain became unbearable. It broke him, shattering the last bit of his resilience and hope, and he felt strangely numb as he stood up once again.

How would it feel to take a step forward into the nothingness below? Would his dragon take over, prevent him from hitting the bottom, or would his mangled and bloody body be feasted upon by the scavengers? He did not know, and this made him perversely happy.

He looked up at the sky, then at the inky darkness below. Then he began laughing. Softly and hesitantly at first, then loudly and manically as he came unhinged, allowing the madness to take over his mind. The curse had caught up with him. The grief of losing his mate had driven him mad.

It wasn’t so bad to be mad…

It wasn’t so bad to be mad…

He chanted in his head, giggling at the little rhyme he had made up as he took a step forward and fell into the nothingness, screaming, laughing, crying.

His cries got fainter and fainter as he fell thousands of feet below, until there was complete silence. Then with an almighty roar, a golden dragon emerged from the depths of the canyons, its deep orange-red eyes glowing fiercely. It flew wildly as if unable to control its movements, banging into the rocks, bellowing in pain, breathing fire at the stones that had dared to hurt it. Minutes turned into hours, but it did not stop flying, dipping in and out of the canyon erratically.

Finally, as dawn broke, it dropped to the bottom and slaked its thirst, drinking deeply from the river. With tremendous effort, it rose again and flew into a cave, shifting back into a man as it landed.

There were cuts and bruises on his body from hitting the rocks. Many were bleeding. He knew he would heal faster in dragon form, but he welcomed the pain. It would be his constant companion as long as he lived.

But now he had a mission. He had a purpose. Something to live for. He needed to find other unmated Quartz dragons and stop them from bonding with their soul mates. If he could not have his soul mate, neither could anybody else.

Chapter 5 - Lex

It’s Friday evening and we convened in the Gold Room for our weekly meeting.

Liam has proposed developing a new and ultra-secure maps app for iPhones and Android phones. What he has proposed has tremendous potential. The maps app will be built so that the location of the person using it will not be stored, and cannot be used for tracking the person. With more and more users worried about their privacy, we are sure that most users will prefer our app over the existing ones.

“The preliminary market research is positive. Most of the users polled said that they would shift over to a maps app that did not breach their privacy,” Liam says, projecting the data from the market research on the screen.

“Do we outsource it or build it ourselves?” I ask.

“Outsource,” Damon says. “It will be cheaper and quicker.”

“I vote for outsourcing as well,” Pat says.

The others nod their agreement.

“Lex, didn’t you say that you met the CEO of a new start-up that specializes in building mobile phone apps?” TJ asks.

“Oh yes. Met them at a tech conclave a couple of months back. Hang on, I have the CEO’s business card in my office. I’ll ask Nic to get it. She knows where it is.”

I reach for the intercom on the desk and call Nic to tell her what I want.

Within moments, there’s a knock on the door of the Gold Room. Nic comes in with the card. It has only been a fortnight, but she has proved herself indispensable. She is thoroughly efficient, and I feel like my day is better organized than ever. There are no wasted stretches of time at all.

“Thank you,” I say with a smile. Our fingers brush as she hands me the card, and as always, I feel that tingle along my spine. I don’t know why I feel this way every time I touch her.

“You’re welcome,” she says with a smile. My gaze is drawn to her lips as it invariably does about a hundred times a day. Desire shoots straight to my loins as she bites her lower lip when she notices me staring. I wish it were my teeth on her lip.

As she turns around and hurries out, my eyes rove over the delicate curve of her neck, her narrow waist, and her perfect ass encased in a pencil skirt.

TJ pulls out a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket and hands it to me.

“Here,” he says with a wicked grin.

I cock one eyebrow and look at him questioningly.

“What’s this?”

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