My Submissive Billionaire Husband

Chapter Three

Kyla walked up the stairs in the club, looking out at the city through the glass wall next to the stairs. She was heading straight to the VIP floor which she had her special spot whenever she wanted to come there.

“I'm going to celebrate being single again.” She chuckled before heading towards the bartender who winked at her.

“I didn't expect to see you here on my shift tonight. Something up?” He asked with a smile as he passed her the glass he had made for her.

“Nothing much.” She smiled, having a taste of the drink before closing her eyes in satisfaction. “Just as I remembered it. Anything great going on today?”

“Nothing great.” He replied and she turned away, looking around the club for anyone to catch her eyes.

Before she got married to Taylor , she was always free and visited the club very often. She left everything, her lifestyle and became a respectable bride just for Taylor but what did he repay her with? Sleeping with her sister and seeing nothing wrong in it.

“Damn you, Taylor .” She grumbled, downing the third glass which was in her hand without worrying a tad bit of what might happen.

“You know the drink has a lot more alcohol than others right?” The bartender asked her seeing she was absentmindedly downing everything that was brought before her.

“I don't care… i-if I get drunk.” She gulped before turning her eyes in a direction on the room where she saw a man seated quietly, his head slightly down but it was obvious that he was conscious.

Not aware of what she was doing, she pushed herself up and walked straight in his direction. It was a surprise that despite being tipsy, she was able to walk straight without falling.

“May I?” She asked him.

She received no response but sat opposite him away. At that moment, he looked up as her scent was carried towards him.

It was mixed with the scent of roseand alcohol. “Seems like you're drunk.” He finally said after staring at her for a few seconds.

His voice gave her a tingling sensation which made her look up at him to get a better look at him. He had a pair of black and golden eyes, making her open her mouth in shock.

“Your eyes-”

“You have a problem with it?” He snarled unconsciously.

“No… it's just really beautiful.” She said before smiling. “You're a beauty.”

As she said rhose words, his tense shoulders relaxed before a soft smile appeared on his lips. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“No.” She refused. “I'm drunk.”

She stood up as if to leave but she walked over to him, sitting next to him and staring in his eyes. “It really is beautiful. Your eyes, your lips. I just want to kiss them.”

“You're drunk, Kyla…”

“You know my name?” She asked, tilting her head to the side in a cute manner. “How do you know my name?”

“Let's say, I'm an acquaintance of yours.” He replied but she didn't say a word and was just looking at his lips.

With a sly smirk, he leaned forward but without the intention to kiss her. However, the circumstances had a different reasoning as his hand which was on the table slipped, pushing him forward than he expected and his lips locked with hers.

They both sat there in shock for what felt like forever before he pulled away. “I-I'm sorry.” He stuttered, turning away from her as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“A-are you shy?” She asked, giggling cutely as her cheeks flushed red.

“That's not it.” He protested but she didn't listen and just lived closer to him, plopping herself down to his laps with her hands wrapped around his neck.

“Don't be shy. I'm a single lady now.” She teased him, leaning forward so her chest would directly touch his.

His face flushed red as he tried looking away from ejr but she tilted his head to the side to make him look at her. “I never expect someone who looks this hot and dominant would actually be submissive.”

“Kyla…” He groaned as she teased him.

“Damn it.”

Without a warning, he lifted her up, heading out of the club. He expected her to say a word but she didn't say anything as she was busy leaving a hickey on his neck which made him groan in pleasure.

“Wait a minute…”

He couldn't finish his sentence before she pushed him towards the wall of the elevator, placing her lips against his.

She reeked of alcohol but it only made her scent intoxicte him more. 'What's wrong with me?’ He thought, not stopping her. Deep down, he wanted more of her.

‘It’s been five years and still, my body reacts this way when she touches me.’ He thought as he wrapped his arms around her waist, engrossed in the kiss.

The ding of the elevator pulled him away from her but she refused to let him go. Without breaking their kiss, he carried her into his penthouse and headed straight to the room.

Placing her softly on the bed, she pulled him down, straddling him with a naughty grin on her face. “I don't want to ask what you're about to do but I can tell from your look.”

“Weren't you shy just a few minutes ago?” She teased as she started to sensually pull off the straps of her black short dress.

His eyes were glued to her skin as she pulled down the gown reaching her waist to display her beautiful upper figure. 'Damn it.’ He groaned as he could feel himself get hot from just looking at her.

Leaning down to kiss him, she placed her lips on his ear instead, placing a soft kiss on it, making him let out a groan of pleasure. “Kyla-”

“You like it?” She asked, looking at him with puppy eyes and he just covered his eyes with the back of his palm.

“Damn it, Kyla. Stop treating me this way.” He groaned. “I can be dominant too, you know.” He gritted his teeth before grabbing her waist and flipping her over to cage her between himself and the bed.

“Enough teasing for tonight lioness.” He whispered before ripping out the buttons on his shirt, so eager to pull them out.

Through her drunken state, she could see how well toned his abs were and it made her even more drawn to him.

She didn't know why but his touch and everything made it seem like she was made to be with him. She felt a sense of familiarity she couldn't place her fingers on due to her current state and she didn't care at all.

Pulling out her clothes, he started to place kisses from the naoe of her neck down to her chest. His lips traveled down to the side of her waist where a rose tattoo was.

A smile appeared on his lips as he saw it. “It is you, Rose.” He mumbled before slowly advancing, pulling off everything they had on.

“I'm going in.” He told her, making her blush slightly before she could feel him inside her.

A gasp escaped her lips as she grabbed his shoulders, digging her fingers into his back, making him graon in pleasure. “Damn it, Rose.” He said throughout gritted teeth.

The entire night went on with both of them making endless love. But the time the sun started to rise, they were both asleep in bed.

A soft groan escaped her lips as she placed her hand on her forehead. Her head was banging and she felt like her head would fall off any minute. “F*ck, what happened? Why does my head hurt so much?” She groaned as she tried to turn but she felt a hand around her waist.

Turning to look at who it was, a gasp escaped her lips as his face brought back memories of everything that happened the previous night. “Holy f*ck.” She covered her mouth to prevent herself from waking him up.

Before she could process another thought, she heard vibration in the distance. Turning her head to look at what it was, it was coming from her bag.

Slipping out of bed, she went to get her phone. Turning it on, she could see 20 missed calls.

“What on earth happened.”

Just as she was about to go through it, a call came in. “Get to

the mansion right now young lady? You father wants to have a word with you.” Her stepmother's voice resounded.