Billionaire's Wife And Mistress

CHAPTER 3

RUBI'S POV

The next morning, I opened my eyes and memories from the day before came flooding into my mind, along with the throbbing pain in my heart that I experienced for the first time.

I don’t recall leaving the poolhouse last night. Someone must have carried me upstairs to my room. But who? Definitely not Hector? I pushed that in the back of my head, it’s possible one of the guards brought me up.

I woke up in a wreck today. What I need most today is some peace and a moment for myself to get my emotions in check. Anxiety has been a constant knot in my life these days. Not knowing what was going to hit me next was the hardest part to deal with.

My life was more screwed than I would ever want to admit. What would be worse than hearing your husband banging his mistress in the room next to yours? The very worst feeling ever. It definitely tops it all.

Rubi. Rubi, stop torturing yourself. I should really focus more on trying to make my day as peaceful as possible.

Getting out of bed, I walked towards the bathroom to shower. I let the cold water slide down my back. My thoughts were miles away. My peaceful life when my dad was alive was the happiest of my life. My stepmother and stepsister actually don’t give a f**k about me. They are miles away in LA living their best life, while I rot here. After my mother’s death, nothing was ever the same. My father loved her deeply and was merely himself for a long time, until he married Laura and started being himself again.

Laura already had a daughter, Jessica Carter, from a previous marriage. Jessica and I were never really that close. Now that I think about it, she was actually friends with Hector, but we didn’t officially meet in person back then.

I miss my dad. I had sat with him the whole time he was hospitalized after his car crash before he’d finally slipped away right before my eyes. But not before getting me to take an oath to marry Hector. As per our Spanish tradition, an oath was very sacred, especially when made to a dying man.

I should probably stop thinking about the past. What’s done is done. No going back. At least not in the next two years. Hector and I can't get divorced until the next two years. It was stated in the contract that we signed on the wedding day that we couldn't get divorced until we had spent three years into the marriage and after trying to make it work to no avail. As for now, one year down with two more miserable years to go.

I got off the shower and walked into the walk-in closet. I dressed up quickly, grabbing a lime green mini dress that showed off my tanned legs, pairing it with a stylish white flat shoe and made my hair into a ponytail.

Grabbing everything I needed, I walked downstairs towards the kitchen and turned the coffee pot on before making a quick breakfast for everyone.

Almost done with breakfast, I decided to serve myself coffee and waited, sipping from my mug while the sun rose higher in the sky. The sound of feet paddling in my direction distracted me and I turned around.

There he stood. The sexiest man I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. Wearing a three-piece black suit paired with a white shirt and black tie.

“Good morning.” He mumbled as he stood at the entrance of the kitchen, hands in his pockets with the usual scowl on his face. “Can I have a cup of coffee?”

I ignored him and continued sipping my coffee. I glanced at the window to see if the sun was already up. There is no need to join them for breakfast, since I'm not even welcome here.

"I'm talking to you, Rubina." He said in an irritated voice.

“Get it yourself.” I snapped. Unable to control myself. I knew that my flat response didn't go well with him. I heard him take a deep breath, trying to keep his temper under control.

He sneered and walked over to the breakfast bar and sat on the stool, all the while looking at me.

“You are bitchy in the morning, Rubina.” He commented with a smug smile.

He was trying to get a raise out of me by calling me by my full name despite having told him not to. I didn’t want an argument early this morning, so I gave in to his request and avoided the topic of my name issue and decided to make coffee for him.

“How do you like your coffee?” I asked, trying hard to avoid his gaze. He watched me silently for a few seconds, then raised a brow, trying hard to hide his grin.

“So?” I asked again.

“Black. I like my coffee black. Two sugars.”

While I worked on his coffee, I could feel his eyes on me, burning right through me. I tried as much as possible to stay unaffected, trying to be as cold as possible. It was difficult to ignore a dominant presence like his.

Once I was done making the coffee, I placed it in front of him and returned my attention to my dish on the stove. Just a few minutes more and I'll be done and getting the hell out of here.

When I turned around to grab some seasoning, our eyes met once more and I averted my gaze, but he seemed to be watching me. He keeps giving me disapproving looks. Probably because of my dress. He’s such a selfish bastard. He was banging his mistress all night just a few feet from where I slept.

Just then, Victoria walked into the kitchen wearing a very tight short dress. The dress was so short that if she bent down even the slightest, you could definitely see her underwear. She cat walked over to Hector, grabbing his neck and kissing him deeply while I stood there like a fool watching them. Holding a fistful of her hair, Hector deepened the kiss.

His actions sent arrows right through my heart. Pain is generated through me. I felt humiliated yet again. Swallowing the sudden lump that threatened my throat, I gathered the little dignity I had left and turned my attention to the meal.

“I woke up horny, but I couldn’t find you to take care of the ache for me." She said in an irritating voice. "God! Yesterday was so mind-blowing, baby. Not to forget about this morning, you were like a starved beast”

“Victoria...” Hector’s voice had a warning to it. Since I had my back to them, I couldn’t tell.

“Anyways, I’m going shopping, baby. Can I use your card, please?” Even her voice sounded fake, just like her personality. I can't believe she's openly asking for his card.

“Sure.”

“Thank you!” She squealed, rushing out of there, I guess after receiving the card.

I tried as much as possible to ignore them altogether and continued focusing on my dish, but it was really hard not to hear their conversations since they were right there in my face.

I turned around and saw Rose standing by the entrance, there was shock written all over her face. Her mouth opened and closed several times, her face turning red. She had just seen Hector passionately kissing another woman in the presence of his wife. Her face held both disgust for them and pity for me. But I didn't need anyone's pity.

Rose entered the kitchen handling the Italian seasonings I had requested from the grocery store.

“Good morning, Hector.” She greeted him flatly.

“Hello, Rose.” He smiled up at her from his stool. Rose remained passive.

“This smells amazing, Rubi." She praised me. "Careful with the tamales though. You could burn yourself with the vapor.”

“Thanks, Rose.” I was grateful for the little distraction. "I'll be careful."

“Don’t cry, Rubi. It would be alright.” She whispered to me.

I didn’t realize a tear had escaped my eyes. I immediately turned to the tap, splashing water on my face to hide the fact that I had been crying. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he made me cry. He shouldn't see me cry. I’m stronger than that. It's just that I can’t seem to help it these days.

I miss my dad. Yet he placed me in this hell today. My parent's marriage was a beautiful one. They loved each other deeply, and I longed to have someone who would love me just as deeply. But I guess not everyone is destined to have their dream life.

Turning around, my gaze met with Hector’s. He looked at me briefly, and I noticed his features soften a bit before he masked it. Turning his attention to Rose.

“This smells amazing, Rose. What are you making?” He strolled across the room and stopped beside me at the kitchen counter, taking the cover of the pot off to peek inside.

Rose jokingly smacked his hand away laughing. “You haven’t changed one bit. Still trying to steal from the pot as always...” He cuts her off with a laugh that sounds so deep I was confused by this man right there.

He glanced at me then. Really looked at me. As if he was memorizing my face. I felt conscious all at once and looked away.

“That was then, Rose. I’ve changed now.”

“Ahhh, really?”

“Yeah,” he responded, all the while staring at me.

“Rubi actually prepared breakfast. She prepares breakfast every morning before leaving for school.”

“Why?” This question was directed at me but I ignored him.

“I’m talking to you.” He hissed out between clenched teeth.

“Does it seem like I give a damn?” I replied, slicing the vegetables without looking up at him.

He grabbed my wrist, turning me around to face him. “Do I sound like a joker to you? I expect an answer when I ask you a f*****g question.”

“Get your hands off me, Hector.”

“I think I need to make an urgent call.” Rose slipped out the door and disappeared through the hallway. Obviously, to avoid witnessing an argument.

“Rubina, I’m f*****g talking to you.” He growled out.

“Stop calling me that! Everyone calls me Rubi!”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “If you can’t tell. I’m not everybody. I’m your damn husband.”

I laughed bitterly. I couldn’t help it. “My husband who f***s his mistress while his wife sleeps just a few feet away?”

He stiffened. “That’s none of your business.” He scowled at me.

“f**k you.” I snapped.

“Has anyone ever told you that you had a dirty mouth?”

“Get your hands away from me.”

He pushed me against the counter and grabbed my waist, pinning me against him. For a while we stood there staring at each other, our breathing the sole noise in the kitchen. My heart was beating rapidly inside my chest, so fast it was almost painful.

“Rubi, I can’t deal with you right now." He growled and closed his eyes for a quick moment. "Get your fat ass to whatever you were doing. I’m done here.”

My shoulders drop at his words. I can’t let him see how he affected me.

“Don’t you dare talk about my ass. You have no right.”

Really, Rubi? That’s all you could come up with after his brute dismissal?

No sooner had the words left my lips than he grabbed my waist tightly. He slid his hands slowly down to my ass and grabbed my ass cheeks, cupping them tightly, causing a delicious tingling between my legs. Oh God. I could feel liquid leak between my legs. His grip is making it hard to escape. I’m totally trapped. I can’t control the gasp that leaves my lips. He just grabbed my ass like he had the right to do that. How dare he!

Why did I want him to go further than just grabbing my ass? Why did I want him to bend his head just a little bit lower and capture my lips with his mesmerizing lips?

It was the worst idea. But I wanted it. I wanted him to kiss me.

As if reading my mind, his eyes dropped to my lips. Groaning, he licks his lips, causing my eyes to focus on them. Then he starts to lean towards me, and I freeze.

I couldn’t let him kiss me. Not when he f****d another woman in our matrimonial bed just last night. Despite knowing I was an earshot away, he f****d his mistress in the same house I was, just a wall away.

“Believe me, cherry, I have every f*****g right to that ass.” He’s such a selfish asshole.

“An ass like that belongs in a goddamn shrine. A body like that should be worshipped.” He groaned against my neck. He looked down at me again. Trying to dive right through my soul with his eyes. This man was confusing the hell out of me, and I couldn’t help but blush like a high school little girl.

He placed his hand gently on my face and lightly grazed my cheeks with his fingers, sending a bolt of electricity throughout my body.

“God, Rubi, you have the sweetest blush I’ve ever seen.” he said, in a strained voice.

For a moment, I stood there stunned. But then reality slowly intruded and I jerked his hands away from me.

“You are such a selfish bastard. Don’t you dare touch me again!” I cried out as one lonely tear made its way down my cheek. Why the hell is he toying with me and my emotions?

“f*****g hell.” He growled, his jaw clenched staring at my tearful face.

“I’m out of here.” He grabbed his briefcase and disappeared out the door. Leaving me standing there alone.