Married To The Heartless Billionaire

Chapter 5

WARNING: RATED SPG! NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Franco picked up the glass of whiskey placed by the bartender on the bar counter in front of him. After that, he took a single gulp.

Franco is at a bar owned by his friend and former college classmate, Jackson. After work, instead of going home, he headed straight to the bar he often visits whenever he feels like drinking. Jackson happened to be there, so he joined him for a drink.

"So, you're really getting married," Jackson remarked beside him.

“Yeah," was his only response to his friend. He asked the bartender for more whiskey and the bartender promptly refilled his empty glass.

"Do you love her?" Jackson asked him next.

He couldn't help but grin at Jackson's question. He glanced at him with a smirk, and it seemed like his friend immediately understood his answer from his expression.

Jackson just chuckled. "Okay bud. I got the answer," he said, amused. "So, why are you marrying her if you don't love her?" he asked again, seeming curious about why he was getting married.

"Debt p*****t," Franco replied simply before gulping down the contents of his glass. And to make her life living like hell, he added to his thoughts.

Truth be told, marrying Doreen's sister wasn't part of his plan. His plan was just to make Doreen and Mark pay for stealing from him. But because the two were good at hiding, he decided to warn Doreen's family about her wrongdoing.

But one time, when he encountered Doreen's sister, Dana, in the elevator in his building, he came up with a plan. Dana looks like her sister. They're both beautiful and have innocent faces. But he knew that behind that innocent face, she's hiding something, just like her older sister. They share the same blood. And he knew that she's also after money from the men she meets.

"Oh," Jackson said casually. He didn't comment further on what he said. And from the corner of his eye, he saw Jackson also pick up a glass of whiskey from the bar counter and take a gulp again. He then promptly refilled the bartender's glass with whiskey.

"What if you fall in love with her in the process?" Trevor asked him again after a while.

He turned his blank expression to him. "Stop watching drama," he said instead of answering the question.

Jackson chuckled again. "Well, I'm just saying what could happen," he said with a laugh. "You know, sometimes, what happens in movies also happens in real life," he added.

"That won't happen," Franco replied. He was sure that what Jackson said wouldn't happen. He learned his lesson. He tried to open his heart to a woman, but what did he get? Betrayal and theft.

Fuck! He couldn't help but feel mad at that moment, thinking about what Doreen did to him. He also couldn't help but clench his fists at that moment.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. He gulped down the remaining contents of his glass before standing up. After that, he glanced at Jackson to say goodbye. "I have to go," he said to him.

Franco didn't wait for Jackson to speak. He walked out of the bar and headed straight to where his car was parked. He took out the keys of his car from the pocket of his pants. He unlocked the door. When it opened, he got into the driver's seat of his car. He was about to start his car when he was interrupted by the sound of his phone because of a message.

He took out his phone from the pocket of his pants. He couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips when he saw who sent the message to him and what it contained.

Hello Franco. How are you?

Franco read the message from Annabelle. Annabelle is one of the women he had been with before. Their relationship had no label. And their relationship lasted for almost a month in bed. And if he wanted to get laid, she's the one he called. She's easy to talk to.

And Franco knew Annabelle. When she greeted him like that, he knew what she wanted from him. She wanted to get laid.

Instead of replying to her and calling her, he answered her call right away. She answered it quickly. "Where are you?" she immediately asked him when she answered his call.

"I'm here at my condo," he replied sweetly to her.

"Okay," he said before ending the call. After that, he started his car and drove away.

And because the bar he went to was near her condo, he quickly arrived there. Before getting out of his car, he opened the dashboard and took out a condom, placing it in his pocket.

He continued walking until he reached the front door of Annabelle's condo. He pressed the doorbell. He didn't have to wait long for the woman. The door opened, and he entered.

As soon as he stepped inside, he immediately grabbed Annabelle's nape and kissed her passionately. He also kicked the door closed. The woman reciprocated the kiss eagerly.

They both kissed each other's lips as if there were no tomorrow. Until he felt her hands roaming around his body. He released her lips, and his lips trailed down to her earlobe.

"Pleasure me," he commanded, nibbling gently on her earlobe.

Instead of answering him, Annabelle took his hand and gently pulled him inside her bedroom. After that, she sat at the edge of the bed while he stood in front of her.

She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him. Then, she lowered her gaze to the lower part of his body. She grabbed the belt he was wearing and unbuckle it.

That's one of the things he liked about Annabelle when it came to s*x. She immediately followed what he wanted. When she unbuckled his belt, she unbuttoned his pants and then followed by unzipping it.

He leaned forward as she pulled out his erect manhood from his briefs.

His c**k sprang free.

"Oh," Annabelle exclaimed when she saw his c**k. "Still the same. It's still huge," she commented as she looked up at him.

He smirked at her in response.

After a while, Franco looked up as Annabelle began to stroke his c**k. It seemed to harden even more because of what she was doing.

Annabelle continued to stroke her soft hand around his c**k, up and down. She also began to moan as she increased the pace of her strokes on his fully erect length.

"f**k!" Franco cursed when he felt her take him into her mouth.

He leaned back, his eyes filled with lust as he watched her pleasuring him.

His hand rose to her head. And he couldn't help but gently guide her head as she continued to pleasure him.

"f**k! Faster!" he ordered her when he felt his climax approaching. And the woman didn't disappoint him because she sped up her pace in pleasuring him. Until he felt his body trembling.

"f**k!" He cursed, and moments later, he reached his climax.

He couldn't stop himself from growling at his first orgasm. When he looked at Annabelle, he saw her wiping her mouth.

His eyes were fiery as he stared at her. "Lay on the bed. I want you naked," he commanded the woman, who immediately complied. After that, he took the condom from his pants pocket and put it on his length.

When he looked back at the woman, she was already lying naked, ready for him.

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Franco woke up to the sunlight streaming in. He glanced at his body, feeling an arm wrapped around him. He looked beside him and saw Annabelle sleeping soundly. She seemed tired and sleep-deprived from last night, so she was still sound asleep.

Franco removed her arm wrapped around him. Then he got up from the bed. He didn't bother to cover his nakedness. He glanced at the cigarette box on the bedside table. He took a stick from it and lit it using the lighter.

He walked over to the window. He parted the curtain and looked outside. He was in that position when he heard Annabelle's voice.

"You're awake," she said, shifting his gaze from the window to Annabelle.

He saw her awake and looking at him.

"Yeah," he simply replied, taking a drag from the cigarette in his hand and exhaling the smoke. When he finished it, he placed it in the ashtray he saw on the bedside table.

Then, he picked up all the scattered clothes on the floor and put them on in front of her.

"Leaving already? Aren't you going to have breakfast here?" she asked when she saw him dressing up. "I'll cook for you," she added.

"No need," he replied after he finished dressing up. "I need to go. I have other important matters to attend to."

He noticed the movement of her lips. "Hmm... Do we need to meet again?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"I'll call you. If I need you," he replied to the woman. Then, he left her in the room and headed straight out of her condo.

When he reached the parking lot where his car was parked, he quickly got in and went home to his condo.

Upon reaching his condo, he immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. He didn't stay long there; he came out of the bathroom while drying his wet hair.

Franco picked up his phone and called Attorney Enriquez. He answered the call promptly.

"Hello, Mr. David," Attorney Enriquez greeted him.

"I have something to instruct you," he said, explaining why he called. "Dana agreed to the conditions I asked for. And I want the wedding as soon as possible. You take care of all the necessary documents. Pull some strings to expedite the processing," he instructed. "Prepare also the prenup agreement," he added.

Franco didn't want Dana, Doreen's sister, to get even a penny if they were to separate, so they needed a prenup agreement.

"Okay, Sir. I'll inform you right away once everything is settled," Attorney Enriquez replied.

"Do it as soon as possible. I want the wedding next week," he ordered. He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to wrap her around his fingers.

After talking to Attorney Enriquez, he followed by calling his secretary.

"Yes, Sir Franco?" His secretary answered the call.

"I want you to find me a white dress and shoes. And buy it for me," he ordered her. He also remembered Dana's build when he saw her in the elevator. And when he remembered it, he told her the size he would buy. "And go to the jewelry store. Buy a wedding ring too."

"Wedding ring, Sir?" his secretary repeated his words in surprise.

"Do I need to repeat what I said?" he couldn't help but frown.

"N-no, Sir," she replied. "Anyway, Sir. What's the size of the wedding ring?"

His brow furrowed even more. He didn't know Dana's finger size. "I'll call you later," he said to his secretary before ending the call.

After that, he dialed Dana's number. His eyebrows almost met when she didn't answer his call. But shortly after, she picked it up.

"Hello, F-Franco."

"What's wrong with your voice?" he couldn't help but ask, as she seemed to be whispering.

"J-just a moment," she said. He didn't hear anything from the other end, only rustling until he heard her soft voice. "Why did you call?"

"I just wanted to ask you, what is the size of your finger?"

She didn't speak for a moment from the other end. He was about to speak when he heard her voice. "Size... 6," she almost whispered.