THE BILLIONAIRES LOST LOVE

CHAPTER SIX

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Later that evening, the staff knocked on his bedroom door. He asked what they needed, and they told him they were bringing Mia's things up. Lucas instructed them to put her things in one of the guests' bedrooms before ordering them to ensure he was not to be disturbed again.

Lucas woke up later in the middle of the night to Mia getting into his bed. "What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"I live here now, Lucas." She mocked with a smile.

"Get out of my bed, now!" He ordered.

Mia let out a laugh, still fixing the side of the bed she was getting onto, "So I was good enough to be your side candy but not good enough to sleep in your bed?"

Lucas ran his hand through his hair in frustration while he clenched his jaw.

"I can see you're stressed, and I can help you relax," Mia said in a flirty tone while she moved closer to Lucas. She put a hand on his chest and tried to drag it lower, but Lucas held her by the wrist.

But Mia was determined. She untangled her wrist from his grip and got on top of him.

Mia kissed Lucas, but Lucas did not kiss back. He stared at her and hoped that would be enough for her to know he wasn't interested. Mia continued to kiss his neck and then his chest. She continued to kiss him downwards until he was in her mouth.

Lucas tried to control himself but couldn't resist the pleasure he felt. So he moaned and grabbed her hair as he went in and out.

He plunged his upper body upwards, pulling Mia onto him. She sat on him, and he was in her.

He knew this was wrong. He felt it, but he felt her warmth even more, and a few minutes later, it felt right.

They both moaned into each other as they kissed. She moved up and down his rod.

They went at it a few more times that night till they both fell asleep next to each other.

'I love you forever,' Lucas said as he held Isabelle against his body firmly. He kissed her forehead. 'I love you forever,' Isabelle repeated before she cuddled up and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Isabelle woke up and realized she had just spent the night on her apartment floor, her body in pain and her head spinning from all the wine she had drunk.

She got up from the floor and sat on her couch. The 3 empty bottles of wine stared back at her.

She buried her face in her palms and groaned. She realized she wasn't with Lucas in their bed. She had been dreaming, but was surprised by how real it felt.

'I felt him, his touch. It was so real.' Isabelle had never imagined her life without Lucas, but now she had to live it. It felt strange, but there was nothing she could do, and she knew it.

Isabelle needed some sort of escape from the most dreadful weeks she had had. She knew that drinking to dissolve or drown her sorrows was not only pointless, but it also made her feel alright and happy when she was drunk enough, but when that was gone, the pain in her heart came back and brought more pain with it. The hangovers were also very, very terrible.

She picked herself off her apartment floor and decided she'd try to do better than she had been. She decided it was time to move on and be useful to herself, to find distractions that didn't make her feel awful the next morning.

Isabelle went into her bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her hair, and took a shower. She took a deep breath and felt a lot lighter.

She walked to her bedroom and stood in front of her full-length mirror. She looked at herself and traced the outline of her body with her eyes, from the top of her head where her hair was bundled up in a bun, to her shoulders and then her arms, down to her curves, her legs, her feet, and back up to the top of her head.

She looked and watched and stared again and again and again. She saw that she had aged; she wasn't as young as she was when she met Lucas at sixteen years old or when he married her at nineteen years old, but she saw that she was still as beautiful and fit as she had always been.

Tears started forming in the corners of her eyes, 'Why does he think I look old? What does he see that I can't see in this mirror?'

The doorbell rang, and Isabelle threw on a robe and rushed to the door. She knew who exactly it was, but she peeped through the door before opening it just to be sure.

She was greeted with a bright smile immediately she flung the door open, "Hello," she greeted.

"Good evening. I have a food delivery for a..." he paused as he read the note on the food bag, "Mrs Isabelle Archer." He ended.

Isabelle's heart dropped to her stomach at the sound of her name coupled with Lucas's last name. She realized that she hadn't changed her caller ID, and that was probably where the delivery guy got it.

She forced a smile as she handed him his tip and collected her food. "Thank you."

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A few hours later, Isabelle sat on her couch and turned on her television, and put on a romcom movie before she began to eat her food after she had heated it. She hadn't had a proper meal since she left Lucas's house. It felt good.

She laughed and cried a little while watching the movie. It reminded her of her relationship with her now ex-husband, Lucas, before his sudden change.

A memory from the day she saw Lucas hand in hand with the unknown lady after she had signed the divorce papers crept in while she reminisced on the beautiful moments they shared.

Curiosity creeper in, too, and Isabelle was determined to know who she was.

'How can I know?' she thought to herself. 'I need to know who she is, why she was there, who she is to Lucas, and find out if she is the reason he divorced me.

She thought of ways she could get all the information she needed, and after a few ideas, she finally thought of one that could actually work.