A DEAL WITH THE BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

Breakup II

SIA's POV

"Hell no! You again?"

"What's wrong, little sis? Cat got your tongue?" Sienna said.

"What do you want this time? Was Nolan's stick not enough? Now you're moving to Rowan's territory. Have you no shame, Sienna?" I replied.

"Shame is an understatement, a word meant for those who pretend to be all innocent when they are nothing but filthy maggots," Sienna said.

"As much as I would love to exchange words of war with you, I need to exit this building before the press gets wind of me."

"Oh darling, you have much more to worry about, especially with your trending s*x tape," Sienna said.

"What do you mean by my trending s*x tape?" I asked. "Sienna, what did you do?"

"Just a mix of cola and Sprite, how delightful. At least racism is off the table," Sienna replied.

I raised my hand to slap her but was held back by Nolan, who to my surprise, was cool with everything. It was my first time becoming intimate, and the man I lost it to is a sucker and a real son of a b***h. It's as if the more I think all is well, my sister unleashes another hell. I truly wish to know her motive behind screwing up my life, but I can't have that now. I have to escape the media before word of my s*x tape with Nolan gets out or has already gone out.

Hospital staff and patients passing by with their phones began pointing fingers at me, not even at Nolan. When Nolan's image happens to be clearer than mine, or so I thought. I looked up the web, and a fast-paced news site already had a headline for me: "Unfaithful wife bangs for pleasure," "Men user," "Male rapist."

I was quite astonished and shocked at how cruel the media was, and I was more worried about what Rowan felt about me.

I concluded in my mind that a straight-A divorce was on the table, and any explanation or second chance was off the table because I did indeed commit the alleged accusations. I could see the smile on Sienna's face, the laughter, and Nolan's confidence in taking away my virginity.

I prayed so hard in my mind for the ground to swallow me. Instead, Sienna called in for the attention of the press as to my location. As the press swarmed around me with flashes of lights from their cameras and hoarding questions, I used my bag to cover my face in shame.

Full of embarrassment, I was about to faint when the elevator door opened, and out of nowhere, a huge suit was placed over my face. I was pulled quickly into the elevator. My sister ran to pull me out, but it was too late as the elevator door closed. Unaware of who my savior was, I played along until the elevator door opened at the parking lot, where another group of press awaited my exit. Luckily for me, I was escorted safely with my identity compromised to the press into a red Lamborghini, and the car drove off fast away from the press and far from the hospital. A familiar voice said, "It's okay now. You can look up; you are safe."

To my surprise, it was Rowan. Many thoughts ran across my mind. Was he here to kill me, bury me, make me visit the afterlife in a car crash, box me to death, or what?

His tuxedo was ravishing and enticing me to hug him as my hero, but I couldn't because I hurt him, and my jealousy brought him to this mess after he told me how much mess Sasha put him through and how it took six years for him to come out of it.

I wondered how many years it would take with mine and if I would be the main reason he would lose his inheritance. Divorce or no divorce, I can't change the scandal. The scar is too deep to wipe off, only for me to hear a strange request.

"Marry me."

Was I hearing someone else, or is my mind unsettled? It is more like I am hearing the words... Oh my gosh, he asked me to marry him.

"Like marry, marry? Marriage for real?" I asked.

"Yes, marry me. Forget the contract and be my real wife," Rowan replied.

"But with everything, I mean, the s*x tape and the mess I put you through, why would you want to marry me, not to speak of love? Do you love me enough to want to marry?" I asked Rowan.

Upon hearing the word love, Rowan forcibly hit the brake and parked roughly by the bridge. He exited his car and screamed out loud like a psycho. I took a step out of his car and wondered what was going on. Maybe I should have just said yes.

"What is wrong, Rowan?" I asked him.

He hit his car hard with his shoe and pointed his finger at me in a terrifying way, like he was going to pull me off the bridge into the sea. "You..." He laughed, placed his hands on his lips, hit his car again, and then forcibly kissed me. In anger, I pushed him away. He hit his car again and screamed and faced me. "So if it was Nolan, you would never push him away?"

"Yes... I mean... No... It is complicated... You don't understand."

He screamed, "What do I not understand? Enlighten me."

"It is hard..." I sat on the bridge floor and wept, saying, "It is complicated... Nolan and I... were in love, but you and I... we are... just... never mind."

He laughed like a madman, and I became terrified. "Wow, that is wonderful. I should have left you to be eaten by the press because, from the look of things back at the hospital, your bed warmer did not rescue you. I did. And here you stand ungrateful like a little pathetic b***h you are. First thing tomorrow at the same hotel we signed our contract marriage, meet me at 8 AM to sign the divorce papers. I am not giving you a dime, you dog," Rowan said. He entered his car, brought my bag, threw it at me, then entered his car again and drove off, leaving me alone weeping by the bridge.