To Remarry The Billionaire

Three

Five years later.

Camila’s POV

When people said that men were scum, well, they were correct. I was not even joking at all because what I was seeing right now in the elevator showed that the saying was true. Thankfully, I wasn’t with my son as I walked into this building.

He was in school but I was going to have to pick him up soon.

I had just seen this man in the lobby of this hotel with a woman he was kissing five minutes ago when I was talking to Dylan, my best friend. We both started a catering service three years ago and thankfully, it was starting to kick off.

We were at this hotel because we were catering for a wedding that was happening this weekend, and it was the groom who had introduced us to the bride. The groom was my best friend’s cousin though, but it wasn’t at all why we got the job. It was because we had poured our heart and soul into what we did as professionals and we always got back recommendations from all of our clients, which was a good thing.

Back to the man in the elevator with me with his tongue down another woman’s throat, I wonder what he told every one of these women, the lie he told them, and how he could get away with being with different women in the space of minute within the same hotel.

“Would you like to join us, beautiful?” the man said to me and I gave him a look. It was a deadly look, one that would have made him die if looks could kill.

What the hell was he thinking, talking to me in the first place? What was his problem thinking that I would want to involve myself in a thing like this? No respectable person would want to do that, anyway.

He stared at me for a moment before he shook his head when he saw that I wasn’t talking, and said. “Fine then, do have it your way.” Then he went back to kissing the woman that was in front of him.

As if I would ever join in on something like that. Again, why were these women letting him do this? It was either they didn’t know he was a two-timing son of a b***h, or they knew about it and they just didn’t mind.

Why would anyone now mind this anyway?

“You also didn’t mind when your husband was bringing home his w***e. You were ready to stay in the silly marriage just so you could help your father.” I said to myself. I had kept quiet while he did his thing until I couldn’t take it any longer.

At the first sign of me being rebellious though, he had given me the divorce papers and asked me to leave. I shook my head as I remembered the atrocities Zion had committed.

Well, our marriage wasn’t a love match or anything like that, so I couldn’t really say anything to that. I adjusted my bag strap against my shoulder and then I looked away from the man. Soon, the elevator door opened and I stepped out, not waiting to reply the bastard’s comment about me looking hot but too feisty for his liking.

The i***t.

I headed to the room I was going, the room I was going to meet the bride and groom and finalize what they wanted us to cook for the first course. They had emailed Dylan last night about wanting to change up the menu a little bit which was why I was here.

Dylan would had came here herself, but we had a meeting with another client, so she decided to go there while I came here but she had dropped me off at the hotel and we had been talking about the last few things we wanted to add to our portfolio before she had to leave.

I had just reached the door when I heard my phone buzz in my bag. It was an alarm that it was time to go pick up my son from school soon.

I smiled at that, and then I knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened.

Zion was a cute little kid, too wise for his own age, and he always made me smile at anything he does. He was the only good thing I had brought out of my contractual s***h arranged marriage that my step mother and father had pushed me into because of their own selfish reasons.

Soon, the door of the opened and Dylan’s brother showed up with a smile on his face. “Oh! You’re here. Hi, Cam.” He said and I smiled.

“Hello to you too, Tommy.” I greeted and he smiled.

“I’m glad you could make it. Sorry about the change that brought you here, but my fiancé’s mother is allergic to seeing anything less than perfection, and to her, bruschetta wasn’t a good food for staters.” He said and I smiled.

I understood that, those people that had money to throw around didn’t mind doing it as long as they got what they wanted. “It’s nothing, Tommy. I’m glad you hired us to do this. I can’t wait to meet your bride though.” I said.

Although, I had spoken once with the bride on the phone in a passing when Dylan was talking to her, but I had never met her. So I was going to meet her today, and I was glad really. So maybe there was a way I would make sure they didn’t change a lot of things from the already planned menu.

Tommy pushed aside and pushed opened the door so that I would walk in, but then he said. “She’s in the bathroom. She’ll join us soon. Just take your time why you power up your computer so that you can show us the other alternative menu you came up.” He said.

I smiled. “I’m here with my iPad, Tommy. I can start to show you some idea if you don’t mind, then when your wife to be comes around, I’ll show them to her.” I said and he nodded.

I settled against the couch and then we started to talk, with me handing him the iPad and him nodding his head as I explained each menu and my thoughts on them.

A few moments later, I heard the door opened behind me, and Tommy said. “Oh, here comes my bride,” and so I turned in my seat to look at her, but I froze when I saw who it was, my eyes widening in my face and my mouth dropping down open in disbelief.

Yes, that’s right, you would never belief who I was staring at, not at all!