THE BILLIONAIRE FAVOURITE SLUT

Ethan walked out of the plane as the fresh breeze brushed against his skin. He folded his hands while he moved down the plane's stairs and walked closer to his taxi. He pulled out his phone and dialed Tasha's number. It rang twice, but got no response. Ethan scratched his head, making his hair messy as he sighed worried. It had been a week since he left for a business deal, and now he was damn tired. A Few minutes after he booked a taxi, the taxi drove toward him while he waved at it. "Thank you," Ethan said as he got into the car. Throughout the journey, Ethan kept staring at his phone. Wishing Tasha would call back—but he made no effort as he kept on staring. A few hours had passed, and Ethan got out of the car while he waved at the driver. Rushing toward the street, his hands in his pockets. He took a deep breath, remembering the pleasure and happiness he’d had over the years. He walked over to his apartment, and the elevator opened immediately. The loud sound pierced inside his ears, while he walked faster with his hands on his bags and a rose. He knocked, but there was no response. After the third attempt, he moved his hands over to the door handle. He slid the door open, he stared at what was in front of him. “What ?!” He barely noticed the sharp music sounding through his room. His hands were over his head as he watched his so-called girlfriend naked on the sofa. Ethan watched as Tasha moved over, as her eyes kept finding what was wrong. She stared at the two men beside her. But immediately, her eyes merged with Ethan's; she scrawled off the sofa while trying to find her clothes. "What did you do?" He screamed, his hands tightened up as he kept on staring helplessly at them. His chest tightened with tears dripping down his cheeks. "Oh! Ethan," Tasha said, as she finally grabbed her clothes. She was wearing it, as she kept on glancing at him without uttering a word. For a moment, his eyes glanced at the man beside Tasha. You!!! He said, walking over to Samuel while trying to get hold of his neck. "Don't" Tasha said, as she pulled his hands off Samuel. "You slut!" he screamed while pushing her over to the side sofa. Tasha hit her body hard as she screamed in pain. But that wasn't enough for Ethan, as he held Samuel harder while pinning him against the wall. Taking out his anger, as he punched Samuel again and again, just as Samuel's legs were up and he was trying to wave him off, Ethan. Ethan pulled him over higher while punching him harder. Leaving the punch sound all over the place, as he kept on punching. Samuel's vision blurred as he stared at Ethan with his weak eyes. Trying to get himself back, but he couldn't. The more he kept on lifting his face, the more his face received a blow. "Stop!!! Ethan stop!!!" Tasha screamed, glancing at him with anger. Ethan turned as he glanced at her before waving his hands off Samuel. Samuel felt his body get cozy, as he held his chest while gasping for air, while he kept on staring at Ethan. "You—slut!" he yelled, as he sighed while he scratched his hair. "Yes, what did I gain from you? You never loved me" Tasha finally laid her emotions, as she yelled at him. She wiped the tears dripping down her cheeks as her eyes got reddish. "What the hell do you mean? I always loved you" he said. "You called that love? While you never cared to bring me to your parents, you're nothing but a selfish man" she said, not caring if her words were so hard on him. Immediately, Tasha felt her wrist held up tight as she was pinned to the wall. Her hands scratched the wall, as she felt pain in her chest. "You dare question me?" He asked again; this time, Tasha felt her heart shatter as she kept on teary. "Please...stop..." Tasha pleaded, pushing her weak hands against his body. But the more she pushed, the more his grip became. For a few minutes, Ethan pulled himself off her as he faced the remaining guy on the sofa. With his hands folded together, as he stared at Ethan scared. "Please... please..." Derick said as Ethan kept on coming toward him, with his hands tightening in anger. "Listen—you better get the f**k off here, and don't show your ass here" he yelled at him. Before Ethan could move a bit, Derick ran off with his hands on his shirt. Ethan already feeling himself, moved over to Tasha as he stared at her. "I love you with my whole heart, and you had to do these?" He asked again, this time his voice low and dim. "Yes, and I’ll do it again— without regrets". She said, Ethan, hearing the words, spilled the paper on the TV chair as the fish bottle felt the water spilling all around. Arsshhhh Ethan walked out of the apartment, scratching his hair as he moved down the street. It felt like the world hated him after three years of putting his love toward Tasha, and now these? He moved closer as he ordered a taxi, A few minutes had passed. Ethan walked over to his best friend's place, a cute black and blue design mansion. He knocked, but immediately, the big black gate slid open; it seemed they were waiting for his return. "Oh man" Victor said, as he hugged his friend tightly. Pulled off the hug, as he stared at him, surprised by no reaction. "Man, what's going on?" Victor said as he scanned his friend's eyes. Trying to fetch any answer from his eyes. "Tasha...Tasha..." He said, as tears dripped down his hot cheeks, as his body shivered in fear. "What's happened to her?" Victor asked, with his eyes piercing directly into Ethan. His hands wrapped around his body, tapping Ethan's shoulder gently. Ethan ignored his friend as he walked toward the bar counter and opened the wine. He poured out some wine into his glass, rushing it down his throat. Just as he lifted up the last glass, Victor held his hands. Pulling him to the side to face him while he stared at Ethan with concern. " Get yourself, Man!" Victor yelled at him as he held Ethan's hands tightly. “Tasha?” Ethan stared at the door, his hands folded together as he moved back with his scared face. It felt like Tasha was in the room.