Loved by the billionaire brothers

Chapter 2

Teresa POV

I went along and unpacked the boxes in the storage unit. This didn't take as long as I thought it would. I guess packing all the stuff up is what took up the most time.

By six, I was back at the hotel waiting for the clock to run out, so I could get on the plane. Luckily, I already put in for some leave at work. I need to contact a rental agency. Once I returned from my holiday, I want to look at houses immediately and move in.

I got out of the shower when my phone rang. I see that it is my brother and picked up the call immediately.

“Hey, Teresa, where the hell are you and can you tell me why your husband has been calling since last night?” I cannot decipher if it is anger or worry in his voice. I think it is a bit of both.

“Hello brother. How are you? I am wonderful, thank you so much for asking.” I answer, annoyance laced in my voice. Jeremy took on the role of my parent after our parents died. I think sometimes he forgets that I am all grown up because he always treats me like I am a six-year-old little girl.

“ Teresa, this is not the right time for your sarcasm. I need to know what happened.”

“Where do I start, dear brother? I came back early yesterday. I told you. I was on my way to make Darren's favorite meal and surprise him with the vacation. When I got to the house, I found your best friend in bed with my best friend. I left, and I got myself a hotel room.” There was silence for a few moments when my brother started cursing.

The last thing I heard was, “I am going to kill that motherfucker….”. My brother has never sounded so angry before in my life. I guess my brother will sort him out for me.

I think what is bothering him the most is that he was the one who brought Darren into my life. Darren has been my brother's best friend since they started high school.

I had a crush on Darren since I met him all those years ago. He was in grade eight while I was in grade six, It was only when I was in grade ten, and he was in matric that he started reciprocating my feelings. We started dating and our love for each other grew over time.

We got married once both our careers were stable, and a year later we bought our first home together. Unfortunately, I can't live there anymore.

Next week will be our seventh anniversary. I thought our lives were perfect. The only thing that has bothered me is that we have been married for seven years, and we were struggling to have children.

I wanted to go to the doctor, but Darren always stopped me. He said that it didn't matter, that he was happy. I still cannot comprehend where anything went wrong. I have replayed our whole relationship in my mind and still don't figure it out.

Didn't I give him enough love and affection? Was I a bad wife? I kept tossing and turning in the hope that the answer will come to me. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night and seeing as things are going now, I will also not get sleep tonight.

Sitting on the plane has been a pain. My lower back is killing me. I love flying, but sitting in one position is a pain in the ass, literally. I usually sit in first class with my boss. It is way more comfortable. Perhaps I need to upgrade to first class on my way back. The fact that the plane ride was more than 15 hours might have been an indication that I was going to be in pain.

This morning, when I arrived at the airport, I had to exchange my extra ticket for some flying credit. It will come in handy in the future.

The plane finally lands in Paris. This was my favorite vacation spot back when my parents were still alive. I stopped when I got married. For some or other reason, Darren never wanted to leave the country. He always had an excuse when I wanted to travel for our vacation. This was somewhat of a good thing since we always vacationed in our home country, South Africa.

Most of the time, I only traveled overseas for my work. I barely remember whether we went on trips or fulfilled our hidden desires.

I looked around looking for an open taxi. This brings back so many memories of my parents.

Taxis are already littered outside in the street. I hailed one down and gave the driver the hotel name.

Most of the local people speak French, but luckily, we started learning French when we were young. My parents made sure we could interact with the local people wherever we go.

Right now, I can speak French, Italian, and Spanish.

The driver dropped me off in front of the hotel.

I looked around, and my heart started to ache once again. This was supposed to be a new start for me, but the anger and heartache just keep on coming back, over and over again.

I need to keep myself busy. I cannot keep thinking about Darren.

My anger burst out when I walked into the room I booked for us.

They lay down a heart with rose petals on the linen, There is also champagne on the bedside table. I ran forward and started ripping the bedsheet from the bed. I screamed out my anguish until there is nothing left.

I feel numb as I slid down the bedpost toward the floor. I lay down and the bedsheet until my eyes close involuntary, and I fall into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning…

I wake up feeling stiff. I do not know why I thought sleeping on the floor was a good idea. I am still tired. I have not had a good night of sleep since everything went down.

I walk to the bathroom and do my daily routine. The warm water helps with my sore muscles.

I finally made my way out of the hotel and into the fresh air. I planned out my vacation inside my head while I was in the shower.

My first stop is at the Louvre Museum. The best way to forget what is happening is to do things that occupy my thoughts.

It is just after ten when I finally submerged in the Museum. I have been here a thousand times and still, the beauty of the place gets me every time.

I walk around aimlessly. I go into some of the shops if I see something that I like, but that is not a lot.

The good thing about growing up with my parents is that we were always window shopping, so I do not have any need to buy everything that I see.

This always made Darren so angry. He called me cheap because I didn't really spend money unless I absolutely had to. He was the type of person to spend all his money, as soon as it landed in his bank account.

I let out a sigh of frustration. Why do my thoughts always return to that bastard? I hail a cab with a plan of action. If I cannot control my thoughts, I am going to drink myself into oblivion.

I hail a cab and went to one of the high-end clothing stores in Paris. I didn't pack anything remotely appropriate to go to a nightclub with.

It took me more than four hours before I found the perfect dress for me. It was ruby red with triangles cut out just below the ribs. I also bought myself black high heels that do wonders for my legs.

For the first time in almost four years, I feel sexy. Yes, I am feeling confident too.

I paid for the dress and shoes and made my way over to a hair salon not too far from the shop.

I asked for a total makeover. I think it is time for a change. I've had my hair in the exact same style since high school. I just hope my father can forgive me.

When I walked out, I felt like a wholly new person. My hair was cut just below my ear. Sarah, the lady who helped me, even did my make-up for me. I did give her an extra big tip.

Back in the cab, I asked the driver to take me to the closest club in this area. Time to have some fun.

It has been a week since I arrived in Paris. A wonderful week of relaxing and going to the nightclub every night. Tonight is my last night here in Paris, and I think it is time to go big. I have never felt this free in my life.

I walk into the Night owl, a nightclub that I have been visiting for the past two nights, and went right up to the bartender.

“Can I please have vodka and lime?” The bartender only nodded and came back seconds later with my drink.

I turn around and see a face that looks familiar. I think I have seen him before. His eyes are scanning the room when they landed on me. His smile says that he recognizes me as well.

He starts walking closer to me. His smile never left his face. He almost looks like he is up to something.

“Damn I didn't think that I will ever see you again.” I smiled at him while racking my brain on how he knew him.

“I don't want to sound insensitive, but do I know you?” I look at him confused while he starts laughing.

“I am not even offended. The day we met, it did look like you have a pretty rough day. My name is Aiden Smith. We met about a week ago in an alley. You were crying, and I look you inside the coffee shop.” I feel the blush run up my cheeks. I was hoping that I never run into the person who saw me at my worst.

“My name is Teresa Rivers. Thank you for the compassion you showed that day. To be honest, I was having a pretty rough day that day.” I gave him a kind smile.

“Yeah, I heard some of the conversations that you and that lady had. I sat at a table not far from you. I am so sorry that happened to you. Why don't you sit with me, and we can just chat a bit? Not about your cheating husband, who is.”

That is how the night started. We spoke about our lives and what our plans were for the future. Halfway through, Aiden's brother joined us. This was the epitome of a sexy man. Just looking at him made me drool and my nether region ache. I have never been this drawn to a man before.

The three of us just kept drinking more and more.

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I wake up with the sun in my eyes and that makes me confused. I do not remember my bed right in front of my window.

I try getting up, but a hand around my waist. I freeze in fear with the knowledge of what happened. I look over my shoulder, and I am shocked at what I saw.

I expected to see Aiden behind me, but it was Ethan in bed with me. I was in bed with Aiden's brother.

I try to get up as quietly as possible. I did not want to wake up Ethan and be even more embarrassed than I am already.

I practically ran out of the room as quickly as possible after I got dressed.

I cannot believe that I had a one-night stand. I am still married.

When I made my way down the corridor, I realized that we are staying in the same hotel. Ethan must be loaded since he is on the top floor.

Looking at my phone, I see that it is time for me to check out. My plane leaves in less than three hours.