I'm Fake, Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 2: You are really dead tonight!

"I can't take this kind of humiliation anymore." 

Rosalie stood up in front of the two cheaters. She hardened her gorgeous face. Leaving no trace of any emotions.

Balling her hand up into a fist, Rosalie punched Nathan on the face. "You bastard, f**k you!" Rosalie was fuming mad. It's becoming hard catching her breath. 

Nathan touched his face dumbfoundedly. He felt a pang of pain creeping his entire face. That was a hard punch. 

"Rosalie. Babe, let me explain." 

"What are you going to explain to her, babe? Let's tell her the truth already." The woman shouted. 

Nathan was taken aback by what Margaret said. He's thinking about how to explain the situation to Rosalie without hurting Margaret's feelings. 

The other customers are already turning their heads to them. Some are gossipping with each other. Murmurs are getting louder. But Rosalie doesn't care. She needs to let out the emotions tormenting her right now.

"There is nothing more to explain. I heard it already. By the way, Nathan, don't call me babe. I felt like throwing up. You douchebag!" 

"No, no, no. Rosalie. Listen to me. Let's talk." Nathan was about to hold Rosalie's hand. Margaret hugged him tightly.

"Nathan. Babe. What are you doing? I'm your girlfriend. The one you love is me. Look at me, babe!" Margaret asked Nathan looking at his eyes. Gone was the squishy, mushy voice. 

Rosalie clapped her hands loudly and slowly. "Wow, what a drama queen. I felt like watching a soap opera right now." She said with a mocking laugh.

"You b***h. Nathan doesn't love you. I'm the one he truly loves. He's mine. You are nothing to him but a part of a game, a bet." 

A loud, crisp sound resounded inside the coffee shop. Margaret's face turned to the right. Her cheek was bright red and starting to swollen. Tears are visibly flowing down her cheeks.

"Rosalie!" shouted Nathan.

Margaret started crying and whining in front of Nathan. She wanted to pull my hair. But Nathan immediately embraced her.

"You two are perfect for each other. A b***h and a bastard. We are definitely over Nathan Peters!" Rosalie started to walk away. She kept her chin up and swayed her hips gracefully. Declaring a victory.

"Rosalie, I'll explain everything to you. I promise. Pick up my call, okay." Nathan pleaded.

Rosalie turned around with a mocking smile. "How shameless! I'll never pick up your call. Never." 

She continued walking but stopped again. "We're supposed to celebrate your birthday together. But I guess it's never going to happen again." She said, standing still without even looking back.

Storming out of the coffee shop, Rosalie was starting to feel weak on her knees. As if all her energy flew away.

She's desperate. She needed to drown her feelings. Wash away her pains. 

Without a second thought, she arrived at a sophisticated-looking bar. Frequented mostly by influential, powerful, and famous people.

Rosalie doesn't have any choice. It's the nearest bar. Her slender legs are tired. 

"I'm going to drink to my heart's content. Nobody will stop me tonight." 

The inside of the bar was bustling. " It's still early, but so many people," Rosalie whispers nonchalantly. It's her first time alone in a bar without her best friend. She wanted to call her but then decided to be alone tonight.

"Long Island Ice Tea, please." Rosalie sat down at the bar counter.

"Coming up, miss." The bartender said with a bright smile. His smile is addicting that Rosalie stared at him.

"Your Long Island Ice Tea, miss." Rosalie snapped back to her senses. 

"Thanks." She immediately drank it one shot. "This will not get me drunk. I'll have Viv Martini instead."

"That's hard. Are you heartbroken, miss?" 

"Huh, mmm.. yeah..sort off." Rosalie instantly recalled what happened in the coffee shop. Her eyes were starting to get wet. 

"What kind of man would hurt a gorgeous woman like you. He's an asshole for sure. I'm sure he's going to regret it."

Holding back her tears that were about to fall, Rosalie forced a smile.

"You sure about that..." Rosalie said. Tilting her head as she still doesn't know the waiter's name.

"Oh, my bad. My name is John Lloyd. You can call me John." Extending his hand for a handshake.

"Rosalie." She smiled, accepting John's handshake.

John was busy with customers' drinks. Leaving her focused drinking her Martini. It's already her fifth glass. Rosalie's not a heavy drinker. Her visions getting blurry. She's feeling hot.

"I'm just a game. Ha, ha, ha, ha. A bet." She keeps repeating it. Obviously, she's drunk

Rosalie was so into her drinks. She's not aware of how many eyes were prying on her. Waiting for the perfect time to devour her like a hungry wolf. 

"s**t. I'm dizzy." Rosalie's drunk.

She got up from her seat. Ready to walk to find the comfort room. She can't walk straight. Her head was spinning. 

A man with a creepy smile caught her small delicate waist. "Where are you going, beautiful? I've been looking at you for a while now. Do you want to drink with me? Or do you want to do something more exciting?" He whispers to her ears and licks her earlobe sensually. 

Rosalie was shocked. The hairs on her nape stood up. She was disgusted. Her stomach's turning upside down. She needed to puke.

The man was holding her waist tightly, sniffing her hair like a mad dog. Rosalie struggles to free herself from the man's embrace. She's running out of patience. 

"Awww. You b***h!" He shouted with pain. Rosalie stomped her pointed heels into his instep and elbowed him.

She immediately walked away from him. She plans to run.  But she keeps stumbling around and can't even walk straight.

"Where are you going, b***h? You're so brave, huh. Come here! I'll not let you go tonight."

Rosalie can't hear anything. Her eyes were blurry. "I'm dead." She said as she passed out in a man's embrace. 

"You're really dead tonight." The strange man said in a baritone voice. It's sexy and appealing. Any woman would be swarming with just his voice.