THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET WIFE

4; Divorce on the go.

CHAPTER 4- “Divorce on the go”.

Amelia Rose Smith.

Fuck my life. That was the first thought that crossed my mind when my I peeled my eyes open, and coupled with the warm rays of the sun peeking in through the window, I was met with the sight of a stranger in bed with me.

Shit. I slept with a stranger.

Every bit of sleep evaded me as I shot up, uncaring of the dull headache and possible hangover as I held the sheets to myself. The familiar sore between my legs evidence of that which I did after promising myself to not do.

I shifted my gaze from the pile of clothing on the floor, to the stranger in my bed. I need no more second to digest it as I quietly slipped out of the bed and picked up my clothing, shrugging them on. I admit, the minute my feet touched the ground and I attempted to walk away, the sore made me stop for a second, reminding me of how good last night was, and how many rounds we went about it…I lost count.

But if there is one thing certain, then it is that it has been long since I got laid because I feel so sore, and two, he is hella good. I was even walking funny, I wanted to curse him for that but last night was good…as much as I hate to admit it.

Does not mean I do not regret it though. For after I had managed to put on my cloth as quietly as I can so I do not wake him up, I could not help but move forward and stare at him, guilt filling me up again. Although not entirely upon my own will, I still came upon him. Truthfully, I don’t even know if I feel guilty towards him or myself but I know that emotion won’t change anything.

Without so much as a second thought, I picked up a pen and paper from the night stand, and scribbled something on it before dropping it back there again. Pulling out a few hundred dollar notes from my purse, I placed it underneath the note, then spared his sleeping figure one last look before making my way out, never turning back again.

The hotel is pretty much just as packed as it was last night, despite it being Sunday morning. I guess everyone wants to enjoy the weekend to its fullest. That was the last thing on my mind though as I stepped out, and hailed the first cab in sight.

Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through it to find a few missed calls from Hazel, none from Isla, and a single message from telling to enjoy the night and not worry about her. When I checked the time the message came through, it was about half an hour past midnight, and I need not think deeply to realize what the message meant. I shook my head, though blood rushed to my cheeks slightly—knowing she must have realized why I spent the night out. As if I will ever admit it.

Sighing, I threw the phone in my purse and leaned my head against the window, with that light headache still very much prominent. I tried to not think of what I did last night, but that guilt crept up once again—remembering that very important detail of me being legally married, and technically, I cheated by sleeping with someone.

Albeit it is just marriage on paper, with a deadline, I still rather not be labelled a cheater during the time regardless. I was never a reckless person before, I did not plan on becoming one but somehow, I ended up so.

Another sigh escaped my lips as I brought my fingers to my temple, massaging the spot there as another ache resurfaced. When I reached home, I was grateful Nana was nowhere in sight, only finding the note she left behind which said she is out for grocery shopping and would be back later in the afternoon.

That saved me from dealing with her while also nursing the emotions from last night’s event and the headache growing. I took a quick shower to get rid of the man’s scent on me, because the overpowering cologne lingered on my skin, reminding me of his touch and kisses, the thoughts slipping into my normal thoughts without me realizing.

I shook my head suddenly as it crossed my mind again, after taking the shower and was preparing a cup of warm tea to hopefully help with the headache. As I waited for the kettle to be ready, my phone suddenly began to ring, and an unknown number flashed across the screen.

With furrowed brows, I tapped the answer button and brought the phone to my ear, and almost immediately the voice from the other end came.

“Hello, am I speaking to miss Mrs. Rose Smith?” An unfamiliar, male voice came.

My lips slanted into a frown, upon hearing my middle name and last name together. I always use my first and last name, even officially, and there are only a handful of people that do know that middle name. And, did he just address me as a Missus? The only ones aware are…

Still, I got over the surprise. “Yes, this is she. Who am I speaking to?”

“This is Holland. I am Mr. White’s assistant.”

Mr. White…my husband. Oh. God.

I blinked, then released a slightly shaky breath. I have not heard from him since the day we got married, and it has been three years already. This call could only mean one thing, and I will be lying if I said I have not been waiting for it. “What is this about, Mr. Holland?”

“Mr. White would like to discuss the details of your divorce. When will you be free for the divorce proceeding?”

My lip slanted into a small smile, “Anytime,” I could not hide the slight excitement in my tone apparently. “I am free anytime. Just let me know whenever.”

“That is great. I will be in touch then.”

“And I will be waiting.” I ended the call, then dropped the phone aside just as the kettle turned off, and my lips slanted upwards into a wider smile, the guilt from last night slowly dissipating as I will soon be free of this shackle.

I found myself swaying my hips slightly as I hum to a random song, preparing my tea while the headache slowly began to wear off on its own upon getting such good news. My phone pinged again then, making me pick it up again to check the email that just got in.

Only one line caught my attention, and my morning became ten times better.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to work in Bianchi Cooperation…