Married To The Wrong Billionaire

THE NEXT DAY

RUBY'S POV

I jolted up at the sound of the door's piercing creek. Looking around the strange-looking room, I wondered where I was and why I was completely naked on a bed that wasn't mine.

"Your time is up ma'am," Someone said, out of the blue.

I quickly whipped my head towards the direction in which the voice came from.

It was a masked employee, wearing the usual dress.

" What happened to me?" I asked quietly, because I wasn't even sure if I was talking to the right person.

"Wait!" I began to search for myself vigorously.

"Where is my purse? Where is my phone?" I asked myself, knowing fully well that I would get all the answers I needed once I found my phone.

" Ma'am, you have five minutes to leave this room.I have a lot of things to do this morning."

"Morning? Tell me you are joking!" I snapped.

"Please, I want you to be gone when I come back. I don't have time for this! If you don't listen to me, I will involve the security." He responded in a harsh manner.

I used the bed's large blanket to wrap my body as I came down from the bed, looking here and there for my phone.

First, I picked up my silk gown, and at the feel of it I instantly remembered everything, and it finally dawned on me that I had the craziest one-night stand with a complete stranger.

Would I blame it on Paris for bringing my vulnerable ass to Saturn and for leaving me to get drinks that I didn't even ask for?

"It's Paris's fault! What did she expect? She could have just allowed my depression to stay at home!" I murmured, struggling to put on my dress.

'My shoes! Where are my shoes...s." I bent to check if they were under the bed.

To my dismay, they were nowhere to be found.

"My purse!" I exclaimed when I saw it, lying carelessly on the floor.

I Immediately unzipped it and dipped my hand into it, in search of my phone.

"Yes!" I shouted when I had found it.

I forcefully pressed my phone's power button to switch it on, but it wasn't responding.

"s**t! Turn on your stupid phone. I need you right now!"

I threw it back into my purse in frustration, still looking around to see if I would see them lying anywhere.

The door suddenly opened, and my heart sank into my stomach.

It was the short man that came earlier to ask me to leave.

"Ma'am!, you need to leave right now!" He ordered in a funny, tiny tone.

"Do you have a phone?" I asked, adjusting my hairbands that were almost stopping me from seeing properly.

"Yes! I do have a phone. Unfortunately for you, young lady, I will not be giving you my phone. Now, for the last time, leave this room. I have a cleaning job to attend to in this room." He replied with a furrowed brow.

I hurriedly left the nightclub, barefooted and I took a taxi to my apartment with the little change I had left in my purse.

It was so disreputable for me to come out of the taxi and totally ignore my bare feet.

I could feel everyone's gaze on me, but each time I looked around, they all minded their business.

As I got to my door, I found it difficult to open it as my key scraped against the lock.

"Open!" I pushed the door aggressively.

" Paris? Are you home?" I called out my best friend's name as I walked in.

I heard an inaudible distant voice. I walked hurriedly towards her room where her voice seemed to come from.

"Paris, where are you?"

" Yes sir, I've not seen her since then. No. I am not very certain about the exact time I started looking for her but I think it was between 11pm to 12pm at midnight," Her voice wavered as she spoke.

At that very moment, I could feel a lump in my throat and in my chest.

Threading cautiously, I exhaled slowly to calm myself down.

With her door slightly open, I took a peek.

Paris wouldn't sit down, instead she walked from one side of the room to the other.

" Paris! What is wrong?" I asked as I gradually opened her door.

She turned so fast to look at me.

"Where have you been, you silly girl?" She cried out.

" I...at saturn...a guy..." I stuttered, I couldn't arrange my words.

"You what? She railed.

"You left me!" Was my only excuse.

"Yes, but just for two minutes! So you are telling me that you couldn't wait for me for just two minutes?" Paris asked as she folded her arms and shook her head.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"What do you mean? You're sorry? I thought something bad happened to you. I even called the police! Now, I have to call them back and tell them that you just walked into the house like nothing happened. Do you know how silly that would make me look?"

She pushed me aside and left angrily.

*********

“I love your lips, do they taste better than you do?”

I inhaled sharply, anticipating his mouth on mine as he hovered above, feeling me with a tingling sensation. The music was loud, but his presence shut out all the other sounds.

His hands on my thighs were sudden, and I itched for his fingers to go a little bit higher, just high enough to take me to cloud.

“My mouth can do more if you want.”

He could feel me melting, I was already gasping for breath from his husky voice.

I closed my eyes and waited, but a tap on my arm jolted me back to reality.

“You're dreaming of him again?”

It was Paris hovering and not him, reality sucked.

My alarm began a self-protest and I stretched my arm to shut it midway. The sun filtered into the room, revealing a medium-sized bed and stacked suitcases against the wall.

It was not aesthetically pleasing, but I was more than grateful Paris shared her home with me.

“I will go fetch coffee from the other room. Don't wait for me to wash up.”

“You have a drool on the side of your face, I think we need to talk about this.” Paris said.

“There is nothing to speak about, I don't want to hear it.” I rebuked, glaring at her intensely.

“But you think about him every time, you've been lagging at work and shutting yourself out,” she snapped.

“I should never have told you about what actually happened that night!”

“It changes nothing, you need help.”

I opened my mouth to protest but left out vomit instead.

We were shocked, and it took a while before Paris could lift her legs to get a bucket and a rag. I felt disgusted at myself and suddenly became dizzy.

Finding a clean spot to rest was almost impossible, my room was too small for the unwanted mess I had let out.

Paris worked quickly, cleaning up like she had been born for it before giving the bucket to me in case more were coming.

The quiet that hovered around was unpleasant, it felt as though I had broken someone's heart.

She suggested that we go to the hospital and I didn't refuse this time. I allowed her to drive me to the hospital without saying a word.

I leaned on Pari's shoulder as we patiently waited for my pregnancy test results.

After waiting for a few minutes, the lab attendant carefully added an envelope for me to open and get my answer.

I had been having a harrowing headache and fever for the past month and Paris insisted that I should go for a test.

" Open it!" She whispered, wearing an emotionless expression.

" I'm scared," I replied.

"Sorry to break it to you, but you still have to open it to know if you are pregnant or not!"

"Can we do this later?"

"No! You are going to open it right now, so we will know if you are pregnant, or you caught a cold or something else." She pressed.

I summoned the courage of my many attempts to open it.