Billionaire's Ex-wife

Chapter 5

Playlist - Perfect Illusion by Lady Gaga



I walked into Tatjana's office. "What's on the agenda?"

She remained at her desk, her black glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. She spun a pen in her fingertips as she pressed her lips tightly together.

"We have an amazing opportunity to invest in Ireland. The land is big and by big I mean enormous."

"How enormous are we talking?" I fell into the chair and unbuttoned the front of my black suit. "We'd need to hire twice the crew we usually do.

I thought for a few minutes about it. Our main interest in Ireland is not for it's enormous land and profit, but few of the land are actually an oilfield. I've been trying to hit the jackpot for a quiet few times, but it resulted in no luck.

"How can we be sure about this?"

Tatjana raised her brow, looking expectantly at me. "Why shouldn't we? Even if it's not an oilfield, it will still benefit us. Don't you say 'if a business is not growing then there's no use to continue it'"

If a business wasn't growing, then there was no need to continue it. That's how I saw it. "Let's do it."

She made some notes. "Alright. I'll take care of it."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, Harrison Torrance is having a 4th of July party. Of course, you're on the invite list."

"Excellent." I rested my fingertips against my lips as I listened to her. "What else?"

"We haven't heard anything from-" "

Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt." Jim, my assistant walked inside. I tipped him with my chin to continue. "You're suppose to go on a lunch date with Ms. Monroe today. It's already 2:15 and must hurry to head to her place."

I nodded and he excused himself. I tried not to smile at the information. I wouldn't lie and say I haven't thought about the intoxicating Sheldon Monroe when she was all I had on my mind.

She was like an itch. I couldn't escape her. I watched Tatjana' eyes asking me an unasked question. Who is Monroe?

"She's just some girl I'm taking out on lunch." I clarified. She knew me well enough to know I don't go on 'lunch dates' my usual pattern is to take 'em to club, get drunk, have some good time, f**k or take 'em as an arm-candy to parties, family dinners and any social event.

Tatjana pulled her glasses off the bridge of her nose and rested them on the desk. She was just a few years younger than me, but her reading glasses aged her at least ten years. "If you don't want to to tell me the truth, then don't. I don't even want to know."

"She's interesting..." There was no better way to put it. I didn't want to give her too much to think about it.

"So are a lot of people," she jabbed.

I chuckled then rose to my feet, buttoning the front of my suit again. "I'll see you at the ball. Give Issac my regards."

Issac was her live-in partner and they both enjoyed their open relationship.

Tatjana smiled before I walked out. "We'll do."

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Sheldon walked in the door right on time, her hair and makeup done. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, the typical attire I'd always seen her wear. Her hair was glossy and straight, framing her face perfectly and accentuating her features.

Her complexion only enhanced the curves of her gorgeous figure. With a tiny waist, I could easily wrap my arm around it. Her gray-blue eyes was something I couldn't overlook, they made her appearance so alluring. When I saw her wearing outdated pumps, I immediately made a mental note to gift her a new pair of Louboutin. She would look edible in it.

I'd been thinking about her constantly since I tasted her skin, so I imagined her everywhere- including my bed. But now that I was close to this woman, I wanted nothing more than tearing her clothes, bending her over the table and claiming her mine. But- I couldn't do it. It was not only frowned upon to have s*x in public, but it would also crumble my reputation.

She looked like a s*x kitten in her figure hugging t-shirt and her loose jeans. This not a normal outfit to be turned on by- but she made it appear so sexy. In that moment, I wondered how she would look in only her skin.

I was leaning against my car, appearing all too calm. I purposely held her gaze to make her feel a tad bit uncomfortable. What can I say it was fun looking at Sheldon squirming in my presence.

"Hi," she said. Her cheeks reddened when she met my gaze. So shy.

By the looks of it, I knew she still had my kisses on her mind and loved the effect I had on her. Oh, baby, I'm gonna make you scream so bad.

I stopped in front of her, but I invaded her space far more than a stranger would. It was impossible for me to stay even three feet away from her. I had to be up close and personal. I felt like I owned her- well, she was infact on my sister's payroll, so I kind of owned her.

"Caleb." I like the way my name rolled off her tongue and I realized this was the first time she ever said my name. My pants tightened at the thought of her moaning and screaming my name.

"Sheldon." I kept my voice strong and took this chance to check her out from head-to-toe. She was stunning. She showed her sweet smile and the slight tint on her cheeks grew a shade darker.

"When you said we should go on date, I thought it would be a dinner date."

"You have some problem with lunch date?"

"No," her answer was almost immediate. "No, I just thought.." I know what she thought. She wanted me to take her to a club or a romantic restaurant or even some my place. She might have seen me on my dates and visualized us on a date like that, but I didn't want to take out like that.

She was beautiful, stunning, sexy and I was in awe of her, but I just couldn't be seen out on date with someone who works a menial job. The girls I usually dated were supermodels or my business associate, or even the daughters of my clients. They were all very classy, mature, rich and experienced. Sheldon was just Sheldon.

If she met my standards then I would've taken her out a long time ago, but this wasn't about it. Sheldon intoxicated me, she bewitched my mind to date her. Well, that's what I kept saying to myself.

"Doesn't matter anymore. Let's go." My hand went to the small of her back, my favorite place to touch, and I guided her forward. My fingers automatically squeezed the fabric of her jeans as I pictured her bare skin.

I wanted nothing more than to pull her jeans down her beautiful legs. And bury my c**k in that gorgeous p***y.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere." I kept moving forward. "You'll see."

We arrived at a small café, a place I'd been to a few times for lunch when I wanted no one to find me. We were given a table on the patio where no one else was seated.

Sheldon sat across from me with perfect posture. I've only seen models with that kind of posture when they're in front of camera.

She looked at the menu then ran her fingers through her hair. She didn't realize it, but she was naturally sexy without even trying. She bit her bottom lip when she was thinking, and the angles of her face looked perfect as the sun set in the distance.

I didn't look at my menu because I was more interested in looking at her. When she felt my ongoing stare, she finally lifted her gaze to meet mine. "What?" Her small voice almost made her sound a few years younger.

Her gaze stayed on mine, but in response, she straightened and tightened. A few seconds later she averted her gaze, softly biting her bottom lip. She was trying not to break into a smile.

I liked it. My lips stretched a little bit. I rested my elbows on the table and leaned forward, getting better look at her.

She broke into a chuckle and said,"stop it."

I shook my head at her. God! Everything about her was infectious. "Your gray-blue eyes... phenomenal. The way your cheeks curve...unique. Your plump lips look amazing with that smile. You have the kind of face a painter dreams of."

Everything from her eyebrows to her chin was beautiful. Every woman had beautiful characteristics that made them wonderful.

"And I haven't even mentioned your body yet." She blushed deeply.

"You talk like you've studied everything about me."

"Maybe." She narrowed her eyes playfully. "Are you an artist?"

I'm an artist when it comes to capturing every detail of beautiful women. She wasn't the only one, but one of the most intoxicating one. "Your sexuality is an art to me."

The waiter approached our table, slicing through the intensity. Sheldon ordered, and I picked something at random off the menu. He brought two glasses of water along with a bottle wine. Once the bottle was poured, we were alone again.

She eyed my glass of wine. "It's not even 3."

"So?" "Maybe you should hold onto the wine.

"I always have wine with my meals." She sipped her water pouting. She wanted to say something, but was holding on.

She looked at the label on the bottle. "Rawls Vineyards..." Her eyes turned back to me, narrowing in interest. "You own winery too?" "I'm all about expanding my business."

"That's good." She gulped her water. "Are you close with your family?"

"Very. Family is everything to me" "They must be proud of you." My father always taught me to be a man who could stand on my own two feet. He was proud of accomplishments more than he showed. I was only 28 and a billionaire and it's something not everyone can become.

"Did you finish your education?" "No. I completed two years before I dropped out." "Do you plan to finish?" "No." She shook her head. "I'll never be able to afford it."

I pitied her circumstances and wanted to write a check to clear all her problems. She leaned against the back of the chair but still kept her back perfectly straight. Her shoulders looked nice under the hot sun. She didn't even need a spray-on tan because her skin was so beautiful.

The only thing I would change was her outfit. "So, tell me about you Miss Monroe." I kept a smug look on my face. "Well, there's nothing much to know about me."

"That can't be it." "It is." "Don't be such a mystery." "I like being a mystery."

"You're seriously not going to tell me anything about yourself?" My jaw clenched. She was making it really impossible for me to not grab her by her neck, press her against the wall and kiss her senseless.

"Would you tell me about yourself if I asked?" She countered.

I remained silent. "See, if you don't open up why should I?"

Because you work for my sister, I wanted to say. "I want to know who you really are," she said and went to touch my hand, but I was quick to shrug it off. Her face fell when I did it, but quickly recovered. Her food was almost finished and she grabbed her bag, took out some money and kept it on the table.

"I don't want to be one of your w***e and if you don't think of me more than an easy f**k then we shouldn't go out on anymore dates." She stood, ready to leave, walked past me and I was quick to grab her waist and pull her down to me.

My lips pressed against for a few seconds before I spoke. "I like you. I know you do too. Come on the Fourth Of July party with me? My mouth hovered on top of hers.



"Say, yes."

"On one condition." "You would have to stop grabbing me"

I smiled. "I'll try."