Billionaire's Ex-wife

Chapter 8

Playlist - Patient by Charlie Puth

Caleb

Bliss. Pure bliss.

That's what I felt having Bella in my arms.

I had no idea I would bump into her of all those people. She was just the way I knew she would be. Beautiful, bold, sexy, ravishing and an eye stealer. How can a man even miss noticing a walking ball of eroctism.

It had been two years since I last saw her, felt her being inside of her and seeing her standing there in front of me of f*****g gorgeous, all past memories of us together rushed through me like a wave of electricity, and whenever I saw her after all these years, I just couldn't resist touching her, feeling her warmth, her breast against my chest and stealing a kiss from those plump lips.

I forgot where I was, whom I was with or that people will gossip about us all over again. Nothing came to my mind, just her. I just wanted to be with her and now when I was back again between her thighs pushing myself inside her wet slit, it felt plain and boring. It lacked something.

Her breathy moans, seductive eyes, the feel of her body lacked something important. I couldn't put my finger over it, but it didn't make me come. I just couldn't do it. She was probably enjoying it, men lasting longer than normal turned her on more than anything in the world and she pushed into me furiously.

I wanted to enjoy it, but her constant mumbling and edgy moans were making it impossible for me to do so. I wanted to to feel her unsteadiness, her meek little moans or how I loved dominating the entire situation. Like Sheldon.

Damn, it! She f*****g slipped from my mind. I vaguely remember strolling her around to meet my family and friends and then bumping into Bella, but after that none. Seeing Bella after all this time made me forget about my surroundings or who I was with and as my thrusts began to slow down, I realized what an i***t I was.

Sheldon still occupied my mind and it was getting out of hands. I imagined Sheldon stretched out on counter of men's washroom. Her boobs falling out her dress, her impartial clothing showing me her milky skin and my hand gripping her neck firmly, choking her just little bit while she's taking in my wild thrusts.

And just by the thought of it, I came hard.

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"That was one hell of an orgasm." Bella was fixing her appearance. "I just don't know why we ever broke up." Oh, I remember it all too well, but I decide not to bring that up.

I don't know what happened to me, but I couldn't resist having her in my arms again. I pulled her closer to me by her elbow. Her back pressed firmly against my chest. We were standing in front of the mirror, both staring at each other through the mirror.

"Why are you so sweet?" She smiled at my words. "I hope you're doing well in your life."

"I hope you're too," she replied, sweetly.

"You know Drake graduated with honours in law," she began praising her brother who I despised with all my will. "My parents got him the new Mercedes convertible for his birthday......" I tuned her out, not wanting to hear anymore and kept nodding my head.

".......... so do you know her." I was absentmindedly nodding when Bella nudged my forearm. She turned towards me, prompting me to answer. s**t! I wasn't listening.

"So do you know?" Confusion erupted on my face, but I was quick to hide. "Yeah, I do." I didn't even know what she was asking me.

"So will you set him up.... Like on a date?" Wait.... puberty stricken Drake Jim wanted to be set up on a date. A chuckle escaped me to which Bella narrowed her eyes. "Hey!" She lightly smacked my arm. "I'm serious. He's really into that girl you're were with."

"The girl I was with?"

"Yeah, she wore something white and was very pale. Never mind, Drake met her at some club, but he never got a chance to ask her name and everything, so he asked me to ask you to set her up with him."

Anger swept within me like a volt of rage. He f*****g asked what?!

"I won't." I answered curtly.

"What you mean you won't? Her nervous chuckled filled the empty room.

"I said I WON'T do it." I stressed on each syllable especially on 'won't.' That fucker wanted to be with my girl. My f*****g girl. Mine. He better just dream about it because it ain't happening anytime soon.

"Talk properly. I'm not one of your sluts to tolerate your rude behaviour," she said sharply, getting out of my hold. "And who's that girl to you anyway? What are you? Her father, her brother, her boyfriend or her f*****g husband?"

"That's none of your business." I checked myself one last time in the mirror. "And tell your dimwit brother to stay away from my girl." Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment before she quickly recovered.

And I then stormed out of the washroom to party to find my girl. Hooking up with Bella was a big f*****g mistake and I really needed to redeem it by apologising to my girl. I wouldn't be surprised if she left the party by now. I really hoped that we would celebrate Fourth Of July together.

Just when I was about lose hope and head over to the bar, my eyes clicked an unforgettable image. Drake f*****g Jim's hands all over my girl on the dance floor. They were murmuring to each other oblivious to the people around them.

That fuckers hands were firmly pressed on my girls hips and lost my s**t.

I SAW RED. PURE BLOODY RED.

An unexplainable amount of envious feeling just banged of my chest. And I knew if I didn't do something soon, that fucker would charm his way between her legs.

I marched towards them and took hold of Sheldon's arm. "Let's go."

"Caleb, what's wrong-" I didn't let her finish and began dragging her off the floor.

"Hey, hey, hey, Bro." Drake quickly manage to get in front of me. "You can't just do that."

My eyes blazed with anger. "So you're going to teach me what to do and what not to?" If he doesn't quickly gets out of my way, we'll have some serious trouble.

"She obviously doesn't wants to be with you." He removed by grip from Sheldon' arm and then took her hand in his own. "So stop staking your claim."

Just when the words came out of his mouth, my fist met his jaw. "Caleb," Sheldon gasped. "What you're think you're doing."

"We're leaving right now." I forcefully dragged her out of the ball room not caring about anyone. At this moment, I was angry beyond reason. I ignored all Sheldon's struggles and stares of the people we bypassed.

"For the love God, leave me. You're hurting me." I pulled in front of me, pushed her body into mine.

"I'm hurting you? No, baby, you're hurting me, you're f*****g causing me more pain than an injured person. What were you thinking letting that fucker touch you?"

"Excuse me, you're the one who's ashamed of introducing me as your friend and humiliated me in front everyone in there. What must they think of me?"

"I don't care what they think, you're never letting any man touch you ever?"

"Ever? Oh, please, you mean until you're bored of me." Her struggles increased and my grip got tighter. "Now let me go."

"I hate women like you. You think you can get away from so fast. Oh, baby, you aren't fooling anyone. You think I didn't notice you staring at me whenever I was Sam' place. Nearly getting aroused when looked at your way or all the pathetic things you have done to get my attention. I bet you would greedily suck me off right here in front of everyone if I told you to-" the words in my mouth got stuck when a sharp pain contacted my cheek.

"How dare you!" Without giving it a second thought I lifted her up and placed her on my shoulder. "Ugh! Put me down." She kicked and shouted, but nothing helped her.

Getting nearer to my car, I saw my driver waiting for me. "Open the trunk." He did what I said.

"What? No!" she cried. "Please don't throw me in the trunk. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Please don't, don't-" Ignoring her pleas, I shoved her inside it.

She begged me to get her out and I would've if she had not slapped me or let another man touch her. "Stay in there, sweetie. It's gonna be a long ride."