Betrayed by One, Loved by the Billionaire

ONE FOR THE ROAD

CHLOE’S POV

We walked into our own home like total strangers. Bryan was still high on the adrenaline he had gotten from the crowd, his smile reaching both ears. “Babe, did you see the audience? It was magical, babe.”

I said nothing, just took off my heels and placed them by the stairs. He still didn't notice a thing or maybe he chose not to.

“I swear it was like I had them eating right out of my hand,” he said, taking his jacket off and tossing it on the armchair. He knew I hated that. “And that last question? I killed it.”

“I was great, wasn’t I?”

I could feel my throat become dry, but I forced a nod. “Yeah. You did well.”

“Just ‘well’? That’s all you have to say?” he laughed, looking at me as he pulled out his tie. “C’mon. I felt like a genius up there.”

I smiled even though it seemed like he was a complete stranger when I watched him sit on that chair and talk.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I was in the living room staring at our wedding phone, wishing I could squeeze my heart in my hand so the pain would end.

“Leftover cake,” he said. “That should be okay for the night.”

I followed slowly, the pain in my chest still spreading deeper than the previous second. I could see the images anywhere I went, her legs wrapped around him, his hands holding her waist tight like he was some animal.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, with a mouth full. “You okay now? I was really freaked out at the TV station.”

“Better,” I lied, grabbing a bottle of water from the same fridge. The coldness was almost the same as my heart at that point.

He leaned against the counter, licking away frosting from his fingers. “I wish you could have been there with me, baby.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“You would’ve looked amazing sitting next to me in your dress.” He paused, then gave me a smile. “I kept thinking about you. My gorgeous wife.”

I looked down, unscrewing the cap angrily while wishing it were his neck I was twisting.

“Did you watch the interview?” he asked. “From like the start to the end?”

“I did.”

He studied my face. “You’re not talking much.”

I shrugged. “Well, it’s been a long ass day.”

Bryan walked over to meet me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Hey,” he said with a gentle touch. “I know I’ve been caught in this project for almost a year. But tonight is for us. We promised each other, remember?”

I stared at him.

This man wanted me to make love to this body that I had just seen thrusting into someone else. Whispering God knows what to her.

Still, I nodded so he wouldn’t know something was up. “Yeah. I remember.”

His lips curved and then he kissed me, soft and slow. This was our first kiss in months, if not a year. His lips moved with skill, just as I remembered them.

And I could feel my body responding. I hated that it was doing that. I hated that my heart was now beating faster because his hands were moving on my body.

I don’t know how he made me go upstairs with him and not change my mind. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him undress. He threw his shirt and trousers to the floor and walked over to me. In a few steps and his huge d**k was in front of my face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, planting a kiss on my shoulder before undressing me and revealing the red, slutty lingerie I was wearing underneath. “F**k, I’ve missed this.”

His words began messing with my thoughts. It was like I was going back to the past to when we made love like animals.

I lay back on the bed and watched him kiss his way down to my thighs. My skin reacted and I could do nothing about it. I was losing my breath and my n****es were rising.

Why does this feel good?

I asked myself before his lips found mine once again. He flipped my hands around his shoulders, making me hold him tight.

A few minutes and he was sucking my boobs and was ready to go inside of me. He flipped his rod in front of me so I would see what I was about to get. Eight thick and long inches of betrayal.

I could feel my pleasure mix with the hurt I was feeling. I faced the ceiling with my mouth open as I gasped for air. He was pounding my insides in the same position as he did the other woman.

Tears began to blur my vision but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t because I was already close to release.

His lips moved against my neck. “God, Chloe. I missed being inside of you.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from sobbing in his ear. He picked me up and placed me on all fours. My ass was in the air for him to take. After a few minutes of rigorous pumping, I came on the bed.

There I was shivering hard while crying as shame burst through me. My entire body was shaking, both from the orgasm and the realisation that my marriage had been destroyed.

Bryan groaned, pouring his semen on the floor, before collapsing beside me. “That...that was amazing. Your ass always knows how to make me climax.”

I couldn’t speak. I just lay there, crying like a child who had just lost her toy. He didn’t notice my tears, he thought my trembling was from how good he f**ked me.

Minutes passed, and I could hear him slowly falling asleep while I lay there, feeling empty.

He rolled towards me with a grin on his face. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Yeah,” I replied, wiping the tears from my cheek and forcing my voice not to crack.

Bryan smiled, pulling me closer for a cuddle. In a few moments, he was fast asleep.

I stayed on my back, staring into the dark, listening to him breathe on me.