A sound of click blares as his annoyance soared.

"Your gullibility is vexing," he uttered and turned his heel away from the clueless lady.

He didn't even get far before she calls him again in protest. “D-director Ross!”

The sound of her sweet voice glued him to his spot. Her soft-spoken words weakened his knees, causing something to rise. The temperature, that is.

The man wearing an inexplicable frown looked back, only to see her bent down and offering him a full bow.

“I don't know what fellatio is, but okay! I'll give you that for your birthday!” she exclaimed eagerly, glimmering with enthusiasm upon looking up. Just like that, his scowl turned soft, and the hue of his fair face flushed bright red.

Shaking his head, he scratched his nape in embarrassment. Though he tried his best, all he could do was bite his lips to stop himself from laughing.

"W-what am I going to do with you..." he muttered, hiding his amusement.

Walking closer, the hot-headed man gave her a tight embrace, finally yielding to her innocent appraisal.

"I just hope it's not pricey. You haven't given me a raise yet!" she added with a muffled mumble, making the frowny devil jovial.

“You're turning me on even more...” he whispered, huskily veering her ears.

Mismatch

Seisshuu

2021

CHAPTER 1

Pacing footsteps, heavy traffic and crazy bystanders trying to rip off gullible tourists grazed the night as usual.

The sound it made danced along with the flickering lights of the jam-packed city.

“This is New York, baby!” a bearded drunk man screamed in the middle of the road.

The cars trying to drive past him honked as they course with the drivers screaming in rage.

“Get off the street, you moron!” a cyclist yelled.

He just laughed as a response and flipped him off, a classic comeback.

Just like what he said, this is New York. Home of the giant green woman holding a torch, or as we all know, the Statue of Liberty.

She eyes the horizon with judging eyes. If she can talk, we’d hear the craziest stories with willful cussing.

Considering how epic New Yorkers curse, you’d expect it to take a toll on everyone.

Except one.

Because amidst the ocean of chaos, is a sea of serenity.

That’s not a figure of speech, that’s literally her name.

Serena Kim stood on the sidewalk.

With cars passing by, she softy yells, “Hotdogs… buy yourself some hotdogs…” she jiggled around with a warm smile, waving a banner 20 feet away from Billy’s hotdog cart. Her giant hotdog costume calls for attention, but in this place, attention isn’t the best thing to get.

“Get yourself hotdogs here! It’s an….” she heaved, “Oscar Weiner…” she timidly yelled with a proud face.

Two questionable high school kids approached her. The couple had mischievous smiles, seemingly planning something.

They then bolted past the clueless dancing hotdog, pushing her in the process.

“Ehk-“ a pig-like sound came out of her mouth. She fell down the pavement, face first.

“Shut the fuck up you lame-ass hotdog bitch!” The two kids laughed and high-fived. Their mission of tormenting the mascot every day until she quits or gets fired is a success.

They hopped along their way but before leaving, they took the banner, kicked it in the middle, and scattered the pieces across the path. Serena waited for a moment, letting the embarrassment pass before slowly standing up. She shook the dirt off her costume with a pout.

'Why do they keep doing that?' she asked herself, feeling defeated.

She stared at the ground and sighed at the sight of the broken banner.

“I’m dead…”

“Serena!”

She flinched and looked back at Billy, the hotdog stand owner. He was walking towards her with obvious rage.

“What the fuck happened to you again, you bonehead?! Why do you always let those kids push you?! You need to fight back! This is the fourth banner those assholes broke and you still let them get away, for fuck’s sake!”

She flashed a forced smile, “Hehe, I know right… they’re the wurst…”

Billy eyed her with perplexion, finally registering the hint of regret of hiring her.

“Fuck you! You’re fired!” he screamed before turning back. "And give back that hotdog costume you useless bitch, I knew it, I should’ve never hired a woman!” he added, raging as he walks away.

‘Oh no…not again,’ she panicked in her mind.

“B-billy..wait!” Serena called, struggling as she follows the man.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a distinct social class rules.

The tall buildings filling up the dark sky is a beauty to watch, and on every floor, there’s an interesting event that unfolds.

Five-star hotels lined the street one after another in upstate NY. Filled with filthy rich folks, the lives here are very different.

And in a pent unit in one of the most expensive hotels, is a scene straight out of a mafia movie.

Except the guy isn’t a hottie chivalric mafia, he’s just a straight-up douche.

“What’s with the rush, Christopher? You can cuddle with me, I can still go for another round if you want,” a sultry voice filled the room.

The man had his back turned. He’s blankly staring at the mesmerizing view of the buildings outside. The giant windows reflect the city lights and it’s a view not just anyone can afford.

“Shut the fuck up…” he mumbled but she fails to hear. She crawled towards him, hugging his arm and pulling it closer.

“What did you say, mister?” she smiled as she slid her hand towards his perky abdomen.

He gave her a piercing glare, “I said shut the fuck up!”

The room went silent, and the woman sprawled in the corner with a shocked gawk.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Oh my gosh, Christopher! I thought we had a connection! Are you fucking bipolar-” she ranted on and on that his ears decided to manually blur out her other words.

He stood up without saying anything as she continues rambling. He took his clothes and put them on, ignoring the frantic woman lashing out beside him.

‘Tch, women…’

He faced the mirror and prepped himself to look presentable.

His eyes wandered on his face, looking at his reflection, there was no sign of elation.

With a serious gaze, he fixed his hair in the manliest way.

As stoic and arrogant as he is, anyone would fall for his beautiful physique.

“Hey, douche! Are you even listening?”

A pillow flew across the room, hitting the back of his head right before he finished putting his Bulgari coat on.

“You fucking- didn’t I just tell you to shut the fuck up?! Stop running your mouth and start running your failing business! Else, I’d pull out shares and when I do that…” he stepped closer, resting his hands on the side of his hips. “Your fucking empire will fall,” he threatened her with his signature sharp stare.

She finally held her mouth, but her eyes are still in obvious wrath.

“So fucking annoying,” he uttered and stormed out.

She heaved for a moment before snapping.

“CHRISTOPHER IVAN ROSS, YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!” she screamed loudly, almost rumbling the whole building.

Yup, women are quick to grapple him, but they're also quick to leave once they hear his impertinent words.

But who is he, anyway?

The name is Christopher Ivan Ross, often referred to by his employees as Director Beelzebub, but for most people, it’s just Director Ross. Named as the youngest billionaire at 28, the 33-year-old bachelor is now known to the corporate world for the wonderful projects he managed to create these past few years.

But still, he had his downside.

“Oh, Director Ross? Ha! He fired me because I was two minutes late. Can you believe that?!” -Former Secretary.

“He said I look like a bagel that was stepped on because I had acne at the time of my employment. After that, he fired me… because he hates bagels, he said it makes people fat.” -Creative Director.

“He’s a piece of shit but he’s pretty hot so I’d give him a pass. Oh, and he’s good in bed too. I just wish he stops talking because apart from his ugly mouth, he’s pretty pleasant to look at. I miss him sometimes... Oh, wait, no, I don't!” - A random model.

Though as stoic and arrogant as he is, anyone would fall for his beautiful physique.

His broad shoulders, cranking at his every move.

His six-pack abs, looking like freshly-baked buns.

His coral blue eyes, drowning your heart as you look at them.

His beautiful lips, would make you ask, ‘Damn, what can that mouth do?’

'Headturner' would be the best word to describe him.

“Ugh, he sure is taking a long ass time fucking Mr. Roswell’s daughter,” Donovan growled loosely with his head resting on the headboard.

The man beside him sighed, “Well, we can’t really blame him, his only way of easing out is this…” he weakly said, feeling tired and impatient waiting for their boss.

“Right, but he just scheduled a board meeting. His double life is taking a toll on me, I dream about it sometimes.”

“That’s not a dream, that’s a nightmare- Oh, fuck, there he is!” he alerted his mate at the sight of their boss exiting the hotel.

The two men scrambled and sat properly. “Umbrella! Umbrella! Where the fuck is that?!”

“Just don’t bring it, it’s not even raining dude! Go now!” Donovan pushed him outside. The man composed himself and paced across the pavement, straightening his navy blue coat.

He met his boss halfway, but before he could open his mouth, Christopher called for him.

“Oliver, what did they say?”

Oliver nervously walked beside him. “They are on their way, Sir. Mrs. Callahan expressed dismay at the sudden change but I can assure you she’ll be there, and the chairman too!”

Christopher’s gaze quickly met Oliver’s orbs. He was taken aback upon hearing the presence of the Chairman, his father, the CEO of the company.

“Why? Did you tell him about this?!” the rising tone of his boss made Oliver quiver.

“No, Sir. He demanded a seat and wanted to take part in the change.”

“Fuck, I told him I could handle this…” he uttered as they reach the car. Donovan tipped his head as Christopher reaches the back seat. He can sense the tension. Director Beelzebub is not in a good mood.

Oliver opened the door beside Donovan and sat up front, waiting for his orders.

“Drive fast and avoid traffic,” Christopher said, resting his head on his hand as he looked outside, watching the bright buildings.

“Yes, Sir.”

The cold tone of Christopher sealed their suspicion.

Ms. Margaret Roswell must be bad in bed.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at Ross Tech Corporation. The highest-rated technological company for three consecutive years. It’s hard to say that exactly 10 years ago, this company was on the edge of bankruptcy. With the rise of other technological giants like Pineapple and Yeskia, Ross Tech had a hard time competing with them.

Not until he arrived.

Fresh from Harvard, the son of the owner rose the company from the grounds. He took the position of Director and Vice President at the tender age of 23 and managed to change the course of history. His smart and tactical way of dealing with the uncertainty of the market industry and the overbearing demands of the technological world had succor his name to the top.

Named as the youngest and sexiest billionaire, the bachelor had successfully reached the dreams many can only imagine living.

But with that success, are things he needed to let go of.

To become the corporate monster he is today, he needed to be the cold-hearted man that never lets anyone hold him back.

Love, romance, women... to him, those are merely distractions with no use other than making a fool of yourself.

This ruthless billionaire was too stoic to care.

“A furious man that drops anyone who might bring harm on his way, is the man who will succeed this company one day… It’s scary to think but I bet it will bring us the unrivaled status we’re all craving for,” a hoarse voice of an old man echoed across the meeting room.