Substitute Bride For The Bully Billionaire

Chapter 4

EVAN'S POV

It's late in the night... The night I got married to the wrong woman. And as the usual tradition of every newly married, I should be home or on a trip enjoying my honeymoon with my bride right? But guess what? I'm currently sitting at the VIP section of a renowned bar in town, refilling my glass of Heineken as I dialed Thea's phone number for the umpteenth time today. As usual, it wasn't reachable.

★Congratulations on your wedding, bro. I'm sorry I still didn't make it there. I'd be flying in tomorrow★

A text message from my best friend, Ian, popped up on my phone screen, and I chuckled sardonically.

"You have no idea, Ian, how glad I am that you didn't make it," I muttered as I emptied the content of my glass.

An unexpected and unwanted memory reoccurred to me just as I retrieved the glass cup from my lips, making me groan out in frustration. Memories of the brief moment when my lips had been on Amora's. It was a kiss that meant nothing, just like the memory itself. But I can't seem to get that image of her plump, soft lips off my head.

"Arrgghh! Not again!" I groaned, pushing my hand through my hair.

Desperate for a distraction, I decided to engage the bartender in conversation, hoping to drown out the chaos in my mind.

"Congratulations on your wedding, sir! It's the talk of the town," the bartender exclaimed with a wide grin.

I shot him an irritated look, my patience wearing thin as those words only fueled the anger within me. "Could the congratulatory messages just stop?"

The bartender's face fell, realizing he had hit a nerve really hard. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to intrude. It's just, you know, exciting news."

I sighed, realizing I had already garnered a lot of attention to myself which would be the least I wanted now. I had to cool down. "Forget it. No harm done. Just get me another drink, will you?"

The bartender nodded apologetically and went about his business. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unwanted thoughts that continued to haunt me.

Another message popped into my phone and I checked only to find it was a lengthy text from my father.

★Evan Raphael Kingston! Remember your position as the eldest grandson of the Kingstons. What are you out doing at the bar on the night of your wedding?! Do you seek to endanger the company and lose your position as the next heir?! Don't forget you have many cousins willing to be in your position who are watching and waiting for you to falter. You know very well that your grandfather would be more than happy to give your position to another if required in order to save the Kingstons reputation. Return home to your wife this instant!★

Damnit! How he nags... He sure has eyes everywhere.

I shut my eyes tight as I groaned once more, trying to control myself from exploding with rage and making a mess of this place.

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I can't really say what the time was when my driver drove me back to the mansion but I know it was late at night. Still very intoxicated by alcohol, I made my way up the stairs to my room amidst my wobbly feet. I passed the corridor adjoining the guest rooms and continued toward my room. However, a very familiar scent greeted my nostrils, making me come to an instant halt as just one name came to my mind... "Thea." I gasped.

Taking a few steps backward, still under the influence of alcohol or due to my intoxicated state and my excitement at the possibility of her presence, I pushed the door open to the room she usually stayed in whenever she came around. The scent was stronger here and I immediately inhaled sharply.

"My goodness, Thea."

She wasn't in the bedroom and just as I thought, the sound of running water instantly made me aware she was in the bathroom. She's back?

I smiled at the thought that she intentionally decided to surprise me.

I smiled, feeling a rush of adrenaline over my body as I immediately took off my shirt and then proceeded towards the restroom.

Not bothering to knock, I pulled on the handle and pushed the door open only to be greeted by the familiar back view silhouette of her naked body. And of course, I felt my member hardening in approval.

For a few seconds, I just admired the silhouette of her, taking in every detail I could see. Even in my intoxicated state, my eyes and body couldn't deny how breathtakingly gorgeous the Angel before me was.

The water from the shower dripped all over her body, from her waist-length hair, and then all the way down her entire body in such a sensual manner.

Suddenly, she turned and on seeing me, let out a startled gasp.

"Y-you... what are you doing here?" Her hands instantly flew to her attractive firm, round boobs, trying to cover them from my view.

"What do you think?" I smirked, moving closer but she tried to close the door.

"Don't," I pleaded. "Don't shut me out again, Thea."

“I quit, please don't break me more than this”

"Evan I... you..."

But I covered the distance between us, crashing my lips against hers fiercely, passionately, and hungrily, silencing her words as I pulled her to myself, feeling the welcomed softness of her boobs against my body, possessively wrapping my arm around her waist for fear that she would disappear again.

My tongue fought for dominance against her mouth, claiming her tongue with mine and kissing her so intensely she soon yielded to me as she wrapped her wet hands around my neck, pulling me even closer.

I lifted her from off her feet instantly, my mouth never leaving hers as I returned us to the bedroom, her legs straddling my waist when I lowered us to the bed.

"Will you regret this?" she murmured, her voice getting softer as she yielded to my command.

"My only regret was at the altar. Now, it's just us, right?" I replied, fixing my intense gaze on her curves.

Soon enough, I found myself buried deeply within her, and for a moment, it felt like the best decision I've ever made.

Maybe the influence of whatever I had taken just made me realize how tight and delightful she was between her thighs. Adding to the experience were the sweet moans escaping her lips.

I stopped for a moment to let her body take in my full size, then I pulled out slowly and slammed myself inside her again. I did it several more times until there was no sound coming out of her screams.

It was of pain and pleasure, all mixed into one. She could not have one without the other.

Yes, that was it!

It was the fantasy we both discussed before our wedding.

"I'd be lost without you, Thea," I uttered, my words trailing off as I slumped to the side of the bed, succumbing to the heavy sleep threatening to envelop me.

But then, a whisper echoed in my head, "I'm not Thea, Evan. I'm..." Perhaps I'm probably hearing things now!