The Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife

Chapter 3

After Franceska reached her room, she couldn't sleep. The handsome Mayor Chase wouldn't leave her mind. She wondered what he was doing and why he'd come to their house so early. Maybe he needed something from her parents.

But even if he did, was it that important that he had to visit on a Saturday? Couldn't it wait until Monday? Her parents were government employees; the mayor could have summoned them to his office. Chase didn't need to visit personally.

But she would wait for his next visit and make sure she talked to him. She wouldn't let him snub her again. He hadn't paid her any attention earlier. But that was fine; she hadn't been presentable, having just woken up. But next time Chase came, she'd make sure he noticed her beauty. She would get ready.

Franceska lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was lost in thought about the handsome man when her cell phone rang.

She frowned, wondering who would call so early. She got up and retrieved it from her cabinet. Andy's name and picture appeared on the screen.

What did she want so early? Franceska had left the drinking party early last night, and Andy seemed to be planning on staying at Rex's apartment, one of their friends and Andy's current fling.

Franceska was right. When she answered their video call, she saw Andy still in bed, cuddling with Rex, who was asleep. Both had messy hair. They looked like they'd just finished a passionate encounter.

"Why?" Franceska asked softly.

Andy giggled, making Franceska frown.

"Girl, it's a miracle you're not being grumpy today?" Andy said.

Franceska raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be grumpy? Did you do something wrong?" Franceska asked, looking away when she saw Rex's hand move towards Andy's chest.

"R-Rex, stop it! I'm on a call," Andy giggled, pulling away from Rex. She sat up and smiled at Franceska. "Sorry about that. He was still... unsatisfied."

Franceska rolled her eyes. She didn't want to comment on what she saw. She was used to Andy; Andy barely kept anything from her. She knew all her flings.

"So, why did you call? Is there something you need to tell me?" she asked in a gentle voice. She was in a good mood; even with a hangover, she'd had a good morning.

And that was thanks to Chase Williams.

"Girl, it's amazing how nice you are today. You should be yelling at me. After all that drinking last night, you must have a hangover. You should be mad because I woke you up," Andy said.

Franceska smirked. "Who said you woke me up?"

"Huh? You mean you were already awake? Wow!"

Franceska laughed at Andy's reaction. Her friend was overreacting. She'd actually gotten out of bed. Why? Was it unusual to wake up early after heavy drinking the night before?

"Hey! There's something different about your laughter! Something happened when you got home last night? What? You're not a virgin anymore?! You gave it up? What?! Tell me!" Andy exclaimed, her voice rising.

Franceska shook her head at her friend's words. But she knew her eyes were sparkling, and the smile wouldn't leave her lips.

"No! No one deserves my virginity yet," she said, pretending to be grumpy.

Just because she had many flings didn't mean she'd give herself away easily. She was still selective, even if it wasn't serious, she wanted it to be worthwhile. Something she wouldn't regret. And she thought she'd found someone.

"So, what's with the good mood? You should be in a bad mood, girl! You have a hangover!" Andy said.

Franceska laughed. "You're crazy! But why did you call? It's still early, Andy," she changed the subject.

Andy seemed to notice. She playfully rolled her eyes. "You're changing the subject. Anyway, Wayne called earlier, inviting us to drink later. He's heartbroken. His girlfriend dumped him."

Another drinking session. If Franceska didn't have anything to do, she would have agreed. But she had to pass; she had a lot of schoolwork to catch up on, work she'd missed last night because she'd prioritized drinking.

"I told that cousin of yours his girlfriend wasn't serious about him. But he kept going," Franceska said, shaking her head.

She'd warned Wayne about his girlfriend before. She'd seen her with another guy at the mall, holding hands, and very affectionate. She hadn't told Wayne directly, but she'd hinted that the girl wasn't serious. He hadn't listened.

Love really is blinding. Thankfully, Franceska only played games. She was enjoying herself without getting hurt. Just chilling.

"I don't know about that guy. Even though he was being cheated on, he kept going. Maybe he finally woke up," Andy said. "So, are you in for later?"

Franceska shook her head. "I'll pass. Maybe next week. I have a lot of schoolwork to do."

Even though she and her father were estranged, Franceska needed to finish her studies. She feared he'd cut her off financially. She wasn't used to chores; Francine, Layla, and Nicole handled most of the housework. How could she find a job to support herself if she lacked practical skills, especially if her father disowned her?

"Shoot! Right! I haven't even started my research paper! Okay, I'll tell Wayne we'll drink another time. Okay, girl. Let's catch up Monday. But you owe me the details! That smile is new! I know something's up," Andy said.

"Crazy, nothing's going on," Franceska denied.

"Liar! Something is going on. Okay, bye! See you on Monday! Bye, girl!"

Franceska shook her head after Andy hung up. She would tell Andy about Chase, but only after her seduction plan succeeded. She didn't want to be humiliated.

***

After talking to Andy, Franceska got out of bed and showered. Once dressed, she started her schoolwork. But she kept stopping, unable to get Chase out of her head, especially his veined, large hands.

Franceska sighed. A sudden heat flushed through her. She stood up from her study table and closed the curtains in her room. She'd been feeling this way for a while, suppressing it. But now, she couldn't hold back anymore.

She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. Just imagining herself in a dark room, lying on her bed with Chase on top of her was enough to ignite her.

Franceska's arousal became overwhelming.

Her left hand rose, and she squeezed her left breast. She played with her n****e while her other hand moved between her legs. Franceska spread her thighs, imagining Chase's fingers entering her.

"Hmm! More!" she moaned to herself, squeezing her breast harder.

She even arched her back when she imagined him licking and sucking her neck, leaving a mark. Shivers ran down her spine as she imagined herself pulling his hair.

"Hmm. Chase, more. More!"

From her neck, his lips moved down to her breast, licking, nibbling, and sucking her n****e while never breaking eye contact. Their eyes locked.

"Oh God!" Franceska bit her lower lip, especially when she imagined his lips moving lower to her stomach, kissing her there. His tongue circled her navel.

She spread her legs wider. Her mouth parted, and she gasped for breath as her fingers moved faster inside her. Franceska was soaking wet.

"L-lick me down there. P-please," she whispered, as if he were really there. She imagined herself pulling his hair.

But before Chase could reach the space between her legs in her imagination, Franceska heard a knock on her door. It broke her momentum.

"Cheska? It's time to eat. Mom said to come down," Layla's voice came from outside.

Franceska scrambled to get up and fix her clothes. That girl! What a buzzkill! She'd strangle her later!

"Cheska?" Layla called again when she got no response.

"I'm coming! So shut up!" Franceska snapped, adjusting her clothes. Thankfully, she heard no further response from Layla.

Franceska got out of bed and opened the curtains to let in some air. She looked in the mirror and saw sweat on her forehead and neck. Her cheeks were flushed.

She sighed deeply. "Damn you, Chase! You must have put a spell on me!" she whispered, looking at her tummy. Franceska closed her eyes. She'd been cut short.

Then she shook her head.

She didn't understand why she was so captivated by him from the first moment she saw him. She desired him. Maybe it was because he was aloof and mysterious. That's probably why he caught her attention. But she would make sure he noticed her too.

***

After Franceska felt she looked presentable, she left her room. But as she did, Francine emerged from her own room. Instead of acknowledging her, Franceska just rolled her eyes. She saw Francine shake her head at her behavior, but Franceska didn't care.

Franceska went straight downstairs. At the dining table, she found her parents already seated, along with their two adopted daughters.

"Honey, sit down. Let's eat," her mother greeted her.

Franceska silently obeyed and served herself food.

"Francine's here. Honey, it's good you're joining us. How are you feeling? Still unwell? Come, sit down," Franceska heard her father say.

From the corner of her eye, Franceska saw her father stand and pull out a chair for Francine. She shook her head. Favorites always got special treatment. Francine was treated like a princess.

"I'm feeling a bit better, Dad. I just stayed up late last night doing schoolwork," Francine replied softly.

"Oh dear! Rest again after eating, honey. You need to catch up on sleep. My daughter is such a hard worker."

Franceska rolled her eyes. Yes, she'd been drinking, but her parents thought she'd been working on school projects. That's why she was tired. But why hadn't her father said anything like that to her? He'd even doubted her.

"Yes, Dad. I don't want to waste your investment in my education."

Franceska froze. Was her sister taking a dig at her?

She clenched her fist and looked at Francine, but her sister was focused on her food. Stupid Francine! She was taking it personally.

"That's good, honey. Now eat while the soup is still hot," her father said to Francine.

"Yes, Dad," her twin replied.

Franceska shook her head, trying to calm herself. She'd get her revenge on that girl one day!

"By the way, honey. Don't you plan on talking to—"

"Let's eat. I have a lot to do later."

Franceska frowned when Francine abruptly cut off their father. Francine's tone was sharp and insistent, as if she was avoiding something.

Talk to? What was her father saying? Who was Francine supposed to talk to?

Franceska shook her head! She shouldn't care about her sister.

"Yes, let's eat," her mother said. "Leave your daughter alone, Fernando."

After that, silence fell over the table. Her father didn't respond. Maybe her twin owed someone something.

***

Days flew by, and Franceska suddenly realized it was Friday again. Saturday meant no classes. But for the past few days, Andy hadn't stopped pestering her about her mysterious smile during their last phone call.

Franceska had no answer; she hadn't seen Chase visit their house again. She'd been waiting for him, but her target hadn't appeared. Finally, Franceska gave up. It was fine; there were plenty of handsome guys at her university. They just weren't as hot as Chase.

"So, girl? Are you free tonight? Wayne's waiting for an update on our drinking session," Andy asked about their postponed drinking plans. They'd rescheduled for tonight.

"I'll see if I can sneak out," Franceska replied.

She didn't know what excuse to give her parents. They wouldn't believe she had another group project and would be coming home late again.

"Don't even think about it. Just do it! I'll go ahead. I'll see you later, girl! I'll call you," Andy said, walking towards her apartment.

It was the end of the school day, and they were outside the university gate. Their houses were in opposite directions, so they took different routes home. Andy rented an apartment because her house was far from the university, while Franceska went straight home, as it was nearby.

Franceska shook her head at her friend's words.

But as Andy had said, that's exactly what she did. She didn't tell her parents she was going out that night; she waited until they fell asleep before leaving the house. Everyone else was asleep too, so no one stopped her.

Outside the gate, she immediately hailed a taxi. Luckily, she found one; it was already past ten o'clock at night.

When she arrived at Wayne's apartment, she found Andy already drinking. It was just the three of them because Wayne didn't have many friends; just the two of them. Wayne was often bullied for being a nerd.

"You're late, girl! But it's good you made it!" Andy greeted her.

"Come on, Cheska! Join us!" Wayne said, clearly drunk and already tipsy.

She quickly joined them. Since it was only the three of them, and Wayne had bought a lot of alcohol, Franceska ended up getting very drunk. She didn't realize she'd fallen asleep.

When she woke up the next morning and found herself still in Wayne's apartment, she swore. He was still asleep, and so was Andy; it was only six in the morning. But Franceska had to go home! She was in trouble!

"s**t!" she cursed and quickly got ready.

She left and took a taxi. She was nervous; she was definitely going to get a lecture from her father. But she momentarily forgot about her father's anger when she saw Chase in front of her house.

She was getting out of the taxi, and he was leaving the gate. Her parents were following him, talking. And in the distance, the mayor's bodyguards stood guard.

But at that moment, she only saw Chase. He got into his black car and drove away.

Franceska swore! She was so disappointed. He'd visited again! But she'd missed him!