Billionaire's Wife And Mistress

CHAPTER 2

RUBI'S POV

I watched as Hector strolled across the room and stopped just inches away from me. He was so close that for the life of me, I couldn't stop staring up at his beautiful face. The look he was giving me wasn't helping either, it felt like he was undressing, stripping me bare. I immediately felt self-conscious. I blushed furiously and averted my gaze for a second to hide my disdain.

Muttering under his breath, I watched as his gaze slowly trailed down every inch of my body. I subconsciously bit my lower lip hard. Why is he looking at me like that? And why is it making me feel certain things that I shouldn't be feeling?

My brain seemed to have gone into a meltdown, because for the life of me, I couldn't stop staring at him. He was so handsome. The arrogant tilt of his head added to his attractiveness. His eyes, Dear God, his eyes were so hypnotic. He just cast a spell on me without even trying. It was as if I was meeting him for the first time all over again. I was so young then, but I'm much wiser now than I was a year ago, so I won't fall for his gorgeous looks anymore.

"I asked you a question, Rubina. What the f**k are you wearing?" He demanded impatiently as he pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Don't call me that. My name is Rubi." I snapped back. His brows rose, his amusement evident.

He stared at me and smirked, which only lit the flames of my anger. "Oh really? Well, I will call you whatever, or however I want to call you." He mocked, folding his hands on his chest. His innocent actions only made his biceps pop in a very sexy and provocative way.

"I don't want to see you wearing such outfits again." He added with a scowl, his eyes still slowly trailing down my body. "I'm not into babysitting, but I'll make an exception for you. Someone needs to teach you what's right and wrong, since you still can't differentiate it."

Did he just refer to me as a baby? Such nerve of this man.

"You can't tell me what I can or cannot do!" I shot back, standing my ground.

"Oh, can't I?" He asked in a lazy, bored voice. "The last time I checked, you were still my wife. So do as I say and get changed, now."

I snorted and folded my arms under my breast. Bad idea. My breasts bulged in my top, showing more skin than needed. I heard Hector groan. I looked up at him, and he nervously shifted his feet and released a heavy, frustrated breath.

"I'm warning you, Rubi. Go upstairs and change out of those God-forsaken clothes." He bellowed.

When I didn't move, he stepped further into my personal space, closing the little gap that was between us. He was so close, that it was hard for me to breathe. His expensive musky cologne surrounded me and clouded my senses.

"Now!" He snapped at me and I could see his nose flare up in anger. Despite everything that he was doing, I was unable to stop the tremor from running through my body. What was the matter with me? How could I allow this man of all men to affect me to the extent that I couldn't think straight?

"What if I don't, hmm? What would you do?" I challenged him. I could feel all eyes on me. The whole room was quiet, listening to our little argument.

His eyes glowed in genuine amusement as he grabbed my wrist tightly, and I could already feel it bruising.

"Don't provoke me, Rubina. I have already had enough of you already. Do not push me." He drawled the last statement with such threat, that I stiffened for a second. My mouth quivered, and I bit down hard on my lips. I couldn't help it. I have bad habits, especially when I'm nervous. I swallowed hard as my attempt to act brave was failing miserably. My protective walls were slowly crumbling to my feet.

"You see, son, this is what we go through every single day, from this immoral girl." Stella interrupted as she stood up from her seat. I only just saw the beautiful blonde woman who had been sitting beside her. I don't think I've seen her before now.

"She doesn't listen to me, all she does is w***e herself out there." Stella continued as she walked to where we were standing.

I cringed at her words.

"Let me go, Hector." I tried to pull my hand from his strong grasp. He was still holding my wrist tightly, but he immediately shoved my hand away as if it burned him to touch me.

He paused for a heartbeat, then murmured nonchalantly. "You can go."

He simply swung on his heels and began walking up the stairs, but suddenly stopped, turned and looked straight into my eyes. "I want you to vacate my bedroom because I will be staying with my girlfriend Victoria in my room."

I followed his gaze to the beautiful blonde woman, who was sitting down on the couch smirking at me viciously.

Reality swiftly intruded. My husband took his mistress into our home and now he is throwing me out of his room for the same woman he abandoned me for a year ago.

My eyes blurred from tears threatening to fall. I felt utterly humiliated, more than I have ever been in this house. I prayed for a hole to open beneath my feet and just swallow me, but sadly, God wasn't answering my prayers.

I ran upstairs towards the room to cry my eyes out, and I could hear Stella and Victoria laughing behind me. I wasn't crying because he had a mistress. I was crying because I felt humiliated.

WHO AM I KIDDING?

I fell in love with Hector the moment I saw his pictures for the very first time. After I had made an oath to my dad, I was restless because I had no idea about the man I was marrying. I wanted to at least have a face to my future husband. So I googled him and found several pictures of him on the internet. There were several pictures of him in different countries, helping out in their crises. The media proclaimed he had a heart of gold and only had good things to say about him. He was personally involved in a lot of charity organizations and he owned a non-profitable hospital for the poor community.

There wasn't a single picture of him with any woman. Because according to the paparazzi, they had never caught him with any woman before. He had kept his personal life private.

I don't know when exactly, but I immediately fell in love with him after reading all the good things he was doing for people without getting to meet him in person.

More tears escaped my eyes as I relished my stupidity. No man could ever be that kind, it's all just a facade for idiots like me, and I fell for it.

My room has been taken away from me, because he doesn't give a damn about me or my feelings. What am I saying? It was never my room in the first place. The owner of the room is back and he wants me out of it.

I decided to dry my tears and start parking out as soon as possible and move into the guest room next door.

After hours of immense hard work trying to pack and transfer all my stuff to the free guest room, I was completely exhausted, but I finally finished parking all my stuff. I'm glad that I wasn't interrupted by Hector and his doll.

I returned back to Hector's room to get the last of my stuff. I picked up the box and walked out of the room, only to bump into Victoria, my husband's Mistress.

"Watch where you are going bitch." She snapped at me. "Don't take your anger out on me, it's not my fault your husband sent you packing out of your room."

I took a deep breath, ignoring her and tried to walk away. She cursed and suddenly pushed me down the floor. All my books scattered around me, and I groaned in pain as I noticed the little bruise on my arm.

"What's going on here?" My eyes swang to the door as Hector walked up to us, looking suspiciously at the both of us before he noticed my bruised arm. For a moment, it seemed as if he was worried about me and wanted to check my arm, but then he withdrew his hand and stepped back.

He had changed out of his black suit and was now wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans. His hair was still wet from his recent shower. I realized that he hadn't come into his room to change. He showered and dressed somewhere else. He was clearly avoiding not to see me.

"She tried to push me, Hector. I had defended myself from her. Which resulted in her falling down." Victoria shamelessly tried to lie to me. "She suddenly became crazy and attacked me."

I gasped at her lies, totally shocked. "That's not true! You pushed me first!"

I made a move to grab her by the arm and demand she tell the truth about what really happened, but Hector suddenly grabbed my arms instead and shook me. He was looming over me, suppressing me with his height.

"When did you become an angel of falsehood?" Hector snarled, our faces barely touching. "Stop telling lies, girl. I hate liars, and Victoria is not that type of woman. You are just an attention seeker."

Swallowing the sudden tears that gagged my throat at the accusation. I have never been called a liar before. Tears welled up in my eyes as I bit my lower lip and tried as best as I could not to show any emotion. I couldn't understand how this whole situation was turned against me, when I was the victim here.

In a fit of anger, I shoved his hands away. "Don't touch me! How dare you accuse me without hearing from both sides. I am a Santez, and I don't lie. Ever."

There was almost a flicker of guilt, but it disappeared just as it had appeared.

I bent down and picked my books up from the floor, got up, turned around, and walked out of there. I was so angry at both of them that I almost walked past my new room.

Once inside my bedroom, I shut the door and released the tears I was trying so badly to hold back for a while. It came pouring down my face as I changed into my pajamas and climbed up on my new bed to sleep.

..............................

Hours into sleeping, I suddenly woke up to screams and banging on the walls. I immediately sat up and listened, then it hit me like a wreaking ball. The sound was coming from Hector's room and it wasn't screaming. No. On the contrary, it was clearly without a doubt the sound of s*x. MOANING....

"Yessss... More baby!" Moaning.

"Right there babyyyy...... f**k me harder!" More Moaning...

"Can She f**k you like this baby? Can she make you c*m? Tell me you don't want her! Tell me you want only me! c*m for me, baby and Scream my name while you c*m!"

"Victoria, you feel so good!" Hearing Hector's moaning to Victoria's name was the last straw.

I rushed out of the room and I continued running, fleeing from the suffocating atmosphere of pain. I ran till I was hit by the outside breeze, and I noticed I was beside the pool. I sat down on the edge and cried my heart out, sobbing uncontrollably.

In less than twenty-four hours, I'd cried more times than I could count. Why am I so affected by this? I've only met him once. I shouldn't be hurting, like this. I always knew he was with his mistress, so why am I more affected now? I feel miserable.

I can't go on like this...