The Billionaires Chaotic Obsession

Veronica’s POV “Are you f*****g kidding me?” I screamed in horror as I watched my boyfriend of four f*****g years detangle his body from the body of a strange redhead. “Veronica, baby I-“ he started rubbing his palms over his eyes muttering a f**k f**k f**k. “You disgust me.” I spat. I was exhausted from my 7th interview this week and I come home to find the man I loved tangled up in bed with another woman. “And you?” I said turning to the woman who was smirking at me, evil glinting in her icy blue eyes. “You are f*****g pathetic.” I said and ran out of the room as the tears fell. Mark didnt even bother running after me. I felt stupid. How did I not see the signs? I have done absolutely everything for him and this was how he repaid me? How long has he been cheating on me? Were they other women? He threw four f*****g years away to get laid? I stood at the sidewalk waiting for a cab when the first drop of water landed on my arm. “f**k me.” I muttered as the rain began falling heavily. Could this day get any worse? I placed my bag above my head as a shield, as I began looking for shelter. There was nothing I hated more than spring season. People stood under all the roofs in sight and there was no more room to take shelter. I kept running around like a headless chicken. The heel of the right leg of my newly purchased red bottoms snapped just as I ran into a bar. Fuck me. f**k Mark. f**k these shoes I spent my last paycheck on. I took a stool by the bar and pulled out my cellphone. I was scrolling through my contacts to call Mia to vent about my shitty life, when my phone battery died. Great. Just f*****g great. “What can I get you ma’am?” The bar tender asked grinning at me. He was cute. “4 shots of your strongest drink please.” “Rough day?” He asked as he began mixing my drink. “You have no idea.” I said with a sigh. 8 shots later, I still felt nothing. “Can I get the bottle?” I just hoped I had enough money left, ending the night doing the dishes would be the grandest finale of this shitty day. “A bottle of Romancée-Conti.” A deep voice rumbled beside me. “Fancy.” I muttered giggling to myself. Was I drunk? I glanced at the bottle and it was as good as empty. “Woah woah easy.” The voice said as I tipped my head back downing the remaining of what was left in the bottle at a go. I giggled. Yep, definitely drunk. Very drunk. “You okay?” The man asked and I turned to look at him. Well damn. The man was hot. His jet black hair was low at the edges and a bit high at the center, his eyes were a unique shade of blue, or was it green. My eyes landed on his lips and I couldn’t look away. “Well…aren’t you a piece of cake.” I mumbled. Wait did I say that out loud? He chucked lightly. Yep, definitely said that out loud. What is wrong with me? “You’re drooling.” He teased with a smirk. “Was I still staring?” “Yep” “Did I say that out loud?” “Yep.” He said, an amused smile playing on his lips. “I should stop talking.” “I’m not complaining.” I groaned burrying my head in my palms. “You know what? This is all marks fault!” I said my body filled with rage again. And sadness. “That jerk. What did he do?.” He asked, adjusting to face me fully. “He seriously cheated on me? After four years? FOUR f*****g years of dating that ugly man, only for him to cheat on me!” “What a d**k!” He exclaimed with a look of disbelief. If I wasn’t at the edge of a breakdown, I would be laughing at how invested he was in what I had to say. “Right? But I loved him. I would do anything for that prick and he just….he just.” I choked on my tears, not seeming to find the right words. I was angry at Mark, but at the same time confused. Why would he do that to me? “No no no.” The strange man said, his thumb caressing my cheeks as he wiped the tears off my cheeks. “Mark is a prick, don’t cry over a prick like him. You are a beautiful woman, and he must be housing a d**k for a brain if he’s cheating on someone like you.” The man said and I giggled. “So you’re hot and funny?” I asked and he chuckled. “I guess I am.” I spent the entire time talking to the stranger about my shitty life and bad interviews like we were old friends, and he just listened quietly. Before long, I had forgotten about Mark and his red head slut. “I love this songggg!” I squealed as shabang by drake began playing and a few roars erupted from the dance floor. “Why do they gas me up, where does it go my headddd!” I slurred bopping my head as I poked my finger in the strangers chest. He looked at me with an amused grin as he watched me. I continued singing the lyrics to him as I poked his chest with my index finger, I didn’t know how close we had gotten till our noses were touching. “Well, hello.” He said and I could literally taste the alcohol on his tongue. “You gonna keep stalling or you gonna kiss me?” I asked and he smirked and crashed his lips on mine. Maybe I shouldn’t drink so much. Our kiss got heated fast, our tongues danced in perfect harmony and his left travelled up my thigh as his other hand undid my zipper. His hands travelled into my panties and teased my c**t. “Mhm.” I moaned into his lips as his fingers continued working magic on my c**t. “Follow me.” The man breathed as he hopped off the stool and helped me down mine. I grabbed my bag running after him to keep up with his long fast strides. “Is it weird that I don’t know your name yet?” I slurred as he led me into a large room with VIP splayed across the door. Guess he was a regular. “Liam.”He breathed as his lips found mind again. At least the day ended well.