My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 18: Greg Meets Ric

[~Song Recommendation: All Out Of Love by Francis Greg ft. Music Travel Love version~]

The resort’s beachfront faces west, so the sunrise isn’t as breathtaking as it might be on the east coast. Instead, it offers a gentle start to the day as the light gradually fills the sky—a sharp contrast to the mood of a newly awakened guest dealing with a relentless, throbbing headache and an empty bed.

Greg slowly got up, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of Cammy’s dress, shoes, or

pouch. Finding nothing, he scoffed, "She left... DAMN IT!" In frustration, he grabbed a beer can from the floor and hurled it across the living room.

He picked up the resort’s service phone and dialed for room service. When the attendant arrived, Greg’s expression soured.

"Where are the staff from last night?" he demanded.

"Their shift ended at five, sir."

"Do you know someone named Cammy? The attendants last night seemed familiar with her."

"I’m sorry, sir. I haven’t met all the staff from the night shift."

"No, she’s not an attendant... Never mind, I’ll ask the front desk. Get housekeeping in here to clean up this mess." The attendant nodded, and Greg headed straight for the bathroom to freshen up.

"How dare you sneak out and hide from me. No one’s ever discarded me like some cheap boy toy," Greg muttered angrily before turning on the shower.

A few moments later...

"Hi, last night a woman named Cammy, along with room service, really helped me out. I was too drunk to tip them at the time, so I’d like to make it right. Could you call her for me?" Greg asked politely, hoping that his friendly tone would encourage the receptionist to provide more information.

The receptionist raised an eyebrow and turned to her colleague for assistance. "Do we have a night shift staff member named Cammy?" Greg overheard her question.

The other receptionist also looked puzzled. "Sir, can you describe her?"

"She’s got long wavy black hair, green eyes, and is around five-two or five-three. I don’t think she’s a staff member, though—the attendants last night seemed to treat her differently," Greg explained.

"May I ask why you’re looking for her?" the second receptionist inquired.

"He said it’s to leave a tip," the other receptionist chimed in, but Greg quickly interjected.

"She also left something in my room, and I’d prefer to return it to her personally," he added.

"Do you remember what she was wearing?" the second receptionist asked.

Greg smirked at the memory. ’Of course, I remember—I took it off her luscious body, myself last night. Should’ve torn it to pieces if I’d known she’d slip away while I was sleeping,’ which he would not surely tell the staff.

"She was in a burgundy dress, lacy and short, above the knee. She was also wearing black heels with thin straps," he replied instead.

"Oh, Miss Cammy..." said the second lady after seeing Cammy yesterday after her shift ended, "She is not a staff member; she’s a guest who just left about twenty minutes ago," the receptionist said, unaware that Cammy was responsible for creating the resort’s website since Ellie, Ric, and Felicity always treated her like a special guest.

"Do you have her contact number? I’d like to call her to return her belongings."

Before the receptionist could answer, another person approached the front desk and addressed Greg. "I’m sorry, but it’s against our policy to disclose guests’ personal information." He turned to the second receptionist and added, "You both should be aware of this policy, and breaching it could result in serious consequences or termination."

Greg clenched his fists and gritted his teeth at Ric’s display of arrogance. He sensed that Ric was aware of Cammy’s identity and was trying to keep her from him. But then, he had a sudden realization...

’Why does he look so familiar?’ Greg wondered.

"Have we met before?" Greg asked Ric, hoping it would help him uncover more about Cammy.

Ric glanced at Greg without making any effort to recall if they had met before. Instead, he straightened up and responded, "No, we haven’t met. I’m Ricardo Rossi, the celebrity chef. You might have seen me on TV or perhaps dined at one of my restaurants."

Greg mentally rolled his eyes, eager to be rid of the arrogant man. He pulled out his wallet, retrieved his business cards, and handed it first to the second receptionist, who was familiar with Cammy, before handing another one to the other.

"I’m Gregory Cross, owner of Cross Tech Group of Companies. Please give this to Cammy when she returns, if I’m not here anymore. Also, please extend my stay until Friday. Let her know I’m still in the same private villa and have her belongings."

"I doubt she’ll return soon since summer is over. You could give her items to me, and I’ll make sure she gets them," Ric offered, not wanting Cammy to meet this woman chaser again.

Greg smirked and replied, "Even if I wanted to, I don’t think she’d be pleased with you seeing what she left in my room last night... It’s... Hmm... How will I put it? Something rather intimate and between the two of us, only. I’ll hold onto it until she comes back. Besides, it’s too obvious that you are trying to hide her from me.

But that’s fine, like I said I am Gregory Cross, and I will find her without your help. Who knows she might even look for me on her own. What we shared is something she will not forget and cannot get away from that easily. I made sure of that."

He then pulled out ten one hundred dollar bills and divided them equally for the two receptionists, making their eyes widen and their faces light up with smiles. "Here’s your tip. I’ll give you ten times this amount when Cammy shows up in my villa or calls me. So make sure you tell her I’m waiting," Greg said with a wink before heading back to his room.

The two receptionists were so captivated by Greg that they watched him walk away, still holding their tips and his business card.

Ric furiously snatched the cards from their hands. "Give me that!" he shouted, startling the receptionists.

He tore the cards into tiny pieces and tossed them into the trash. "That bastard doesn’t realize I know who he is. Don’t mention him to Cammy. He’s the notorious playboy billionaire who got his girlfriend pregnant and called off his wedding a few nights before the day, tormenting the poor woman.

He was all over the news last night and this morning. He’s a notorious heartbreaker who only wants to get into Cammy’s pants. I forbid you from discussing him with anyone. Do you understand?" Ric commanded, and the ladies could only nod in response.

He stormed off, heading straight to his office beside the restaurant’s kitchen to cool down. ’What the hell did Cammy leave there? And why was she even at his villa?’ His anger intensified as he pondered the possible scenarios of her meeting Greg, what they did last night, and the implications of Greg’s words. ’Why would she want to hide what she left behind? Damn it!’ he seethed inwardly, frustrated.

Ric dialed his assistant’s number and furiously yelled as soon as his assistant answered the call, "Send me the profile of Gregory Cross today! I need you to find out everything about him. His background, his company, and his dirt dig it all up!"