The Unwanted Billionaire’s Wife

Anna's POV Girls are hip-shaking to the loud music that is playing, and the volume of the song is turned up. The clubhouse exudes an aura that is equal parts joy, liberation, excitement, and tension...sexual tension. It appears that everyone is happy except for me. I just want to wallow in my misery and get drunk. I can see my best friend looking sad as they watch me. "Pam, I despise that man. I scream "I despise him" as I take the remaining portion of the alcoholic beverage in one go. "Babe, you need to drop it already. "Let's enjoy this night," she says as she puts her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down, but I am unable to be consoled. Already, I'm finding that I can't hold back the tears. When Carey notices that I'm crying, she lets out a long sigh. I am well aware that she is growing weary of assuring me that everything will be well. She really wants to enjoy herself at the party, but the fact that I'm there is making it impossible for her to do so. It is likely that she feels that she made a significant error in bringing me to this location in the first place. I am aware that she suggested throwing a party for the sole purpose of lifting my spirits, but I am a pathetic person. No I burp and wipe my tears away with the palm of my hand while saying, "I will deal with him when we see each other again." "I can no longer put up with his children. I'm going to say it again: "I won't.....," and then I burp. "I told you to forget all about him already, didn't I?" I get the impression that she is aggravated. I can't believe she is talking to me in such a hostile manner. I simply want to spend the rest of the night talking about Cameron so that I can finally put him out of my mind by tomorrow. Why is it that she can't just comprehend? "Pam, why are you yelling at me like that?" I raise an index finger to the area of her chest that I am interested in. Pam gives a little shake of her head and yanks me closer to her body. She defends herself by muttering in my ears, "I just want you to hear me because of the loud music," while rocking my body to hers like a baby and holding my body close to hers. She uses her thumb to wipe away the tears that are left in my eyes. "Don't worry, sweetie. You are aware of the fact that I adore you, aren't you? I give a brief nod before pulling away from the hug. I suddenly feel the need to get up and sway a little bit because I am beginning to experience pressure. To prevent me from falling, Pam assists me in standing up. "Where are you going?" is the question. "I have to go," is the response I give. Pam makes the suggestion, "Let me go with you." "No," I shout while laughing out loud. "Give me a moment to get ready." I free myself from her grasp and move away. "You sure?" I am able to respond with "yep" before stumbling off to the loo. As I look in her direction, I notice a guy winking at her, and I have no doubt that she will make the most of the brief window of opportunity before I return. My eyes are becoming worse, and as a result, it's getting harder for me to find the loo when I need it. I realise how inebriated I am. To improve the clarity of my vision, I brush the back of my right hand across my eyes. It appears that the loo is located some distance away. "f**k you, Cameron. I screamed "I hate you" as I put both of my hands on the walls of the narrow passage that led to the lavatory so that I could find my way there. As I walk, my legs are shaking, and I am making an effort to maintain my equilibrium. I almost fall in frustration. When I am at my most exhausted and stand erect, the entrance to the restroom is directly in front of me. I use my left leg to push open the door, and then I go through it. After using the first restroom, I am about to unzip my skirt to make it simpler for me to rapidly urinate when I see a man emerge from the second stall. In addition to that, he is zipping up his trousers. When he sees me, he has a stunned expression on his face. "What are you doing down here?" I ask him. "What are you doing down here?" He demands too. I can't help but stare at him in confusion as I ponder why he chose to use the ladies' room rather than the men's. "You look a little tipsy," he sneers as he makes his way to the mirror to wash his hands. His words have a wounding effect on me. "Do you have the audacity to call me a drunk?" I pursue him in a furious manner. I was drinking to numb the pain of my recent rejection by Cameron, who chose to date a party girl instead of me. Even though drinking does not assist me in forgetting, here I am in the loo with a man who is referring to me as a drunk. My outburst had the appearance of having a startling effect on the man. He pivots on his heel and folds his arms behind his back. "Aren't you drunk?" I snort and reply, "Of course not." He gives a short chuckle before turning around to finish washing his hands so that he can exit the building. He gets called a "p*****t" by me. "I know you are in here because you want to see a glimpse of the panties of all the girls that come in here," the bartender said to the customer. "I know you want to see them." "Will you just shut the hell up?" He yells at me in an aggravated manner. I am filled with dread as the whites of his eyes begin to become red. The air of authoritativeness gives me the creeps. He casts a cold look in my direction for a few moments before approaching me. When I first notice the menacing expression on his face, he is only a few feet away from me. I immediately start to back away from him. When my back was pressed against the wall, I would open my eyes wide and my heart would pound very hard. I stare at his face, focusing on the features of his eyes, nose, lips, and moustache. His eyes are crystal blue, and his nose is long and sharp. He has a dangerous-yet-attractive appearance. I am drawn to men who are like that, which is why I developed such a strong attraction to Cameron. My neck is fanned by the man's breath, which snaps me out of my daydream and causes me to shudder. He leans in towards me and whispers while his mouth is close to my ears. "I am a p*****t, aren't I?" I am working on getting sober. I can't help but shake my head in nervousness. I take a deep breath in and gaze up towards the door to see what is written on the sign that is hanging above it when he does not say anything else. I let out a muffled sigh as it slowly dawns on her that I am in the incorrect restroom—I am in the cubicle reserved for men. "You just called me a p*****t, didn't you?" Once more, I shake my head as my attention is drawn to him. He then straightens his tie and walks away as I grin broadly in contentment at the situation. As he comes closer to whisper the words in my ear, he tells me, "I can get any woman I want with my charms." "You are inclusive. I am aware that I am attractive, so please refrain from staring at me. He approaches the entrance in a courteous manner. When I started to feel sober again, I stopped him from going out before he could even leave the house. "You didn't catch me glancing at you. In addition to that, I do not find you to be handsome. My lover is far more attractive than I am. You don't need to be quite so sure of yourself when it comes to getting any female you want, and that includes me. I give a condescending smirk while ignoring the rapid beating of my heart. I don't want him to think that I find him attractive since he is far too sure of himself when it comes to his appearance, and I don't like having to express my feelings to men who are like that. "Really?" He smirks. "Yes." He slowly makes his way back to the spot where I am standing. "If your boyfriend were more handsome, you wouldn't be looking at me in that way. You'd be looking at him instead." In any case, what are you doing here while you're by yourself and doing nothing?" He reaches out his arm and folds it in front of me. It appears that he enjoys acting in that manner. "Who told you that I am by myself here?" I smile and pretend to be joyful while laughing. He says that if you were with your partner, you wouldn't be nearly as intoxicated as you are right now. I fall silent. I am at a loss for words to respond to what he has said. I find myself suddenly unable to speak. I step out of his line of sight and then inquire. "Are you a psychologist?" He never makes a sound. As I turn to urinate in the loo, I am acutely aware that he is watching my every move. **** Nathan's POV I have not moved from this location because I am waiting for her here. My creative juices are already flowing overdrive. My goal is to get laid, and one of my s****l dreams is to have s*x in the loo, so I'm looking at this as a way to make that happen. I also want to demonstrate to the girl that I am capable of attracting any lady I like and that my charms are constantly active in the situation. After working tirelessly for the past two weeks, I decided to reward myself by going to the party with the single objective of getting laid and unwinding for the evening. When she emerges from the loo, she finds me still standing in the exact place I was before. When I say something, she is about to say something else. "How about if I just kiss you to prove to you that you aren't attracted to me?" "What?" She laughs and yells at the same time. "Do I come across as some kind of low-class p********e to you?" "No. I can tell she lied because she has a decent appearance, but I just want to be sure that you are not drawn to me as you have stated. It appears that she finds me appealing. I am confident that she will find me to be the most gorgeous man she has ever encountered in her entire life. On the other hand, she did not wish for me to be aware of that. She has not quite recovered from the shock of my inquiry when I place my hand on her waist and the next minute I am pressing my lips to hers. As I gently kissed her, she let out a startled gasp. I can see that she is shocked since her eyes are wide open, and I can hear her heart beating twice as fast as it normally does. My eyes are likewise wide open since I am interested in what expression she is currently displaying. I am able to perceive her thoughts. It's hard for her to comprehend that just one day after breaking up with her first boyfriend, she's already kissing another man. She has the impression that she is being unfaithful to him. Her first boyfriend is the only person outside him that she has ever kissed. It's a different sensation when I kiss another man who is also me. I inferred everything from the way she was acting. I try to treat her with kindness. When I bite her lower lips, she lets out a groan and shuts her eyes to enjoy the moment, oblivious to the fact that she is trying to keep her feelings a secret from the man who is standing in front of her at the time. I follow her lead and close my eyes as I run my hand down the side of her thigh and lift her left leg. Another sigh escapes her. While I continue to kiss her, I carry her over to the slab using my left leg and position her so that her back is facing the enormous mirror. I am having trouble removing my trousers and shorts, but I don't stop kissing her the whole time. I also assist her in removing her dress and then I stop kissing her. Should I really go...?" She gives a tense nod of expectation while taking deep breaths. When I am in her presence, I am reminded that it is time to let go of the past and indulge in the s****l dreams and needs that I have been denying myself for a great number of years. When I am in her presence, I know it is time. Years have passed since the last time I engaged in s****l activity.