A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Billionaire

Rihanna’s POV My body shook all over as I glared at my fiancé sprawled on my bed, naked. A petite blonde I recognized as his best friend straddled his waist, her lips and hand pleasuring him in ways that elicited grunts out of him, a sound I’d never heard from him before. My chest squeezed so tightly, so hard that I thought I’d die on the spot. Dave has been celibate for three years since we started dating. He was supposed to be celibate, he told me he was so why? Why was he here with Bella without his clothes? Why was she sucking his d**k like she’d done it too many times? They were carried away, too into their moment to notice my presence. My palm squeezed tightly into a fist and the pain of my nails digging roughly into my palm confirmed that I wasn’t dreaming. Don’t cry, don’t cry. I chanted in my head. I was supposed to be his first time in a long while and he was supposed to be my first time ever. We had just two weeks left, two weeks before we explored ourselves in ways we’ve always wanted. Why couldn’t he wait? Why did he choose to hurt me in the worst way possible? Why did he lie to me? My teeth gnashed together and my breath was heavy with pain, I fought to stop the tears threatening to cloud my vision but I wasn’t strong enough. My body was shaking as I walked outside the room, and it wasn’t because of how chilly my house had suddenly become. With every step I took toward the kitchen, my breath was ragged, my legs trembled, and my hands shuddered. Getting to the kitchen, I retrieved a small bucket and filled it with iced water from the refrigerator, my chest wrenching violently as Dave’s grunts hit my ears. Her moans and cries tormented me in ways that I couldn’t describe. Don’t cry, don’t cry. I kept chanting in my head. But it wasn’t so easy to hold back tears, not after witnessing the man I was supposed to marry in two weeks in bed with the woman he’d assured me countless times that she was nothing but a friend. The woman he had begged me to include amongst my bridesmaids. The woman who had always made me feel insecure about being a virgin at twenty-two. Dave’s grunts got louder with each step I took toward the room, towards my room in my apartment. They’d changed positions. Bella, now on all fours and he, at the edge of the bed, getting prepared to thrust himself into her. Without a moment of thought, I hurled the content in the bucket over his head. And before he could recover from the shock, I threw my metal bucket at the back head hoping he’d spot a huge bump there in hours. "What the f**k!" He exclaimed. “Who the f**k is—” His words died in his throat when he met my eyes. His anger was instantly replaced by extreme shock. "B-babe, w-what are you doing here?" He had the freaking gut to ask. "What am I doing in my own damn house, you f*****g bastard?" I spat at his face, my anger radiating off me in ways I thought impossible. "Sweetheart, please, it's not what it looks like. I was only frustrated and—" He started to say, reaching out for my hand but I’d be damned before I let him touch me with the filthy hands he’d used to touch her. Bella rolled her eyes at me. “So, he cheated? Get over it or break up with him. Either way, get out. We were just preparing for round three.” I gasped at her words, choked with disbelief. I wanted nothing more than to march up to her and slap her hard across the face, but then Dave would only thrive on that. He’d think I was fighting for him and I’ll never fight for a man. Never. “Babe please listen to me.” Dave desperately said as he approached me. His d**k dangling between his legs with each step he took. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh that he had not only lied to me about his s****l activeness but also the size of his d**k. I might have never seen a d**k before but I very well knew this was nowhere near six inches. "Listen to you? And have you lie to me again?!” How could he think anything he wanted to say could change how I was feeling? “Sweetheart, don’t do this, please. I love you. Let’s talk about this, please. We’re getting married, you’re the only one I want to marry.” Dave pleaded, his eyes filled with guilt and remorse as if it could change anything. “My name is Rihanna! Call me anything else and I promise you that I’ll chop that tiny d**k of yours off.” I assured him. My words must have bruised his ego deeply because he suddenly grabbed my arm and yanked me close to him violently. “What the f**k do you know? You’re a f*****g virgin who’s never even seen a d**k before.” He seethed. “It’s f*****g common sense, jerk. That is in no way 6 inches. Looks nothing above 4 to me.” He glowered at me, his hold on me becoming more aggressive and painful. “You’ve been f*****g someone else is that it?” He snarled. "What?!" I was dumbfounded. He had the nerve to twist the situation around, making himself out to be the victim. “You f*****g lied about being a virgin, didn’t you? Who’s he? Who the f**k did you f**k, you f*****g slut?!” I spat in his face, hot thick saliva trickling down his eye. “Don’t you dare call me a slut when you’re one yourself!” I glowered and pushed him off me with so much force he lost his balance. My anger was rising, overshadowing the pain emotional and physical pain he had inflicted upon me. Suddenly he barked out laughing as he wiped away the saliva on his face. My brows furrowed as I wondered what crazy thoughts he’d come up with again. You could never win an argument with Dave, not even when you catch him red-handed. He’s always going to paint himself as the victim, he was that much of a loser. "I’m never wrong. My suspicions were f*****g right." He glared at me with resentment. "You never loved me, not even once." He let out a bitter laugh. "You just found me in bed with another woman, and this is your reaction? Not even a teardrop?" I was stunned by his audacious statement. "Is this your attempt to manipulate me into tears? What did you expect? That I would break down and beg for a man like you?" I said disdainfully. "A cheating bastard like you would never get to see my tears." "You think you're better than me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Ann. Any man you get with will do the same to you. Men are naturally polygamous, it's in our nature to cheat." He proudly proclaimed. His words struck a nerve, and without thinking twice, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. The sound of the impact echoed through the room. I stormed out of the room, entered the living room, and picked up his precious PS5 sitting there, mocking me. "You want a reaction from me?" Fear danced in his eyes, uncertainty evident as he awaited my next move. His trembling voice quivered, "W-why do you have that with you, Ana?" The fear in his eyes grew, his voice pleading, "You can't touch that. Put it down now!" It was his most prized possession, the PS5, a source of joy and escape for him. "Okay," I said, my voice laced with a smirk. With a deliberate motion, I brought the game console down, the sound of its impact echoing through the room. I watched as it shattered into fragments, his desperate lunge to save it in vain. “Just so it’s clear, we’re over!” I announced with an indifference I did not feel. I struggled to pull off the undersized local store ring he had bought me— something I’d overlooked when he gave it to me because I loved him. I remembered how I’d made excuses for him when Diana, my best friend kept complaining about how cheap it was and how he couldn’t get the right size. The ring finally came off after a minute of struggling and I chucked it at him, then I walked away from the scene, but he did not go after me. Three years of my life was wasted, and that was what caused the first tear to drop down my face. Furiously I wiped it away with the back of my hand. Why cry when I could do something more entertaining? He had his fun and so can I now, after all, I’m now a free woman again.