partnered with the Billionaire

chapter 2

Selina's POV

I'm feeling conflicted about what transpired tonight. Even still, the notion of seeing William makes me smile.

I get out of the vehicle, hug myself tightly, and go over to his apartment.

After some thought, I'm not sure whether Mother's lack of support for William and my relationship is because he is unfaithful or just because he is not as wealthy as the guy they want me to marry.

William cheated twice in his life.

Perhaps he wouldn't have cheated on me once again if Sharon hadn't developed feelings for him. I'm going to tell Sharon that she is nothing more than a b***h since that's all she is.

I adore William, and I do too. I feel the same way about him—I'm really loved by him. He is a kind and devoted partner. He loves and takes care of me.

William was able to restore the affection I had been feeling from home for years since we had been fighting to save our status.

I couldn't help but fall madly in love with him since he showed me such concern.

I felt that William would give up on me, but he persisted.

I was afraid he might get weary of me, but he didn't. He continued to return. He continued to love me.

So how can I just give up when Sharon is asking for this? In order to have him all to herself, she wants us to be separated.

That is not going to happen. I own William.

I realize that I must have spent a lot of time at the clubhouse contemplating things before I came here since the environment is very calm.

I was surprised that William wasn't there as well since I had anticipated he would be. I knew that I would drive the vehicle to his house if he didn't show up, so I refrained from drinking.

I must have him. I want to chat to someone.

Sharon is no longer a friend, but she would have been the person I would have confided in if he hadn't cheated on me with her. She is only a treacherous person.

Even though I already miss our relationship, I won't welcome her back into my circle of pals.

I left the home at midday on the day my mother told me I was engaged to a f*****g millionaire, thinking I would fly into an ecstatic frenzy and go to my room to get ready to see him.

Hell to the no, I'm not a child. I've matured since then.

How could she possibly believe that the news would make me happy?

As soon as I go onto the porch, I reach into my jacket pocket and tap William's door. I knock and then wait, dipping my hand back inside the jacket.

I wonder whether he's still not home since there's been no answer.

It is already eleven p.m., and he regularly stops work at nine.

At the club, I waited for him to arrive starting at 8:00 p.m. I left the club a little after ten o'clock.

I take my hand away and knock once again. There is stillness as I approach.

I let out a long sigh and grabbed my phone to contact him. It rings for some time, but neither he nor she answers.

I knock more forcefully and loudly out of unexpected wrath, and the door opens right away.

"How on earth have you been? I've been in..."

With a short embrace, he pulls me into a shirtless "Hey, babe".

I arch an eyebrow at him as he lets go of me in the embrace. I've been banging for more than five minutes, and nobody has answered. However, he knocked again and called his phone before answering the door.

Without a shirt!

What's taking place?

"William?"

I summon him as soon as I see him avoiding his gaze. When he rests his side against the doorframe as if to keep me from entering his apartment, I know something is wrong.

This is not like William at all. When I visit, he is ecstatic. He enjoys giving me cuddles.

This is the only location I want to stay the night since I am intending to go out.

beside him.

inside his embrace. to convince me that everything would be well and to console me.

"What are you doing here, baby? He looks up at me, beaming broadly, "I was just about to give you a call."

I take off my hands and cup them around my breasts.

My heart is thinning. William is once again at it. He must have done something awful again because of the peculiar way he is behaving.

I pushed him aside and went into the apartment without answering. I shouldn't think about his treachery right now. Should I be worried about staying the night here? I had to stay here overnight.

I want my mom to see how foolish she has been and get over this entire betrothal farce.

It doesn't pique my attention.

From behind, William calls out to me, "Baby," grabs my arm, and whirls me around to face him.

"William?" That he would do this astounds me. Is he stopping me from spending the night here?

I rip my hand out of his hold and turn around when he doesn't respond. I now see the reasoning behind his actions.

Clothes are thrown over the living room floor.

A pair of high heels and around five articles of clothes are scattered over the floor.

A quiet scream escapes my lips as my eyes automatically go to the staircase that leads upstairs to William and my chamber, where we typically snuggle till morning.

Trying to justify himself, he appears in front of me and says, "Selina, it's not what you think".

"William." My mouth is not making any words. I'm not sure how to feel about this. I'm not sure how to respond to this.

It's unbelievable that William is deceiving me once again. After two evenings spent with my closest pal. He's not even making the effort to stop over and see how I'm doing. He's been having s*x with a different lady at home.

I told him I wasn't ready for s*x, so is this why? Is he having trouble reining in his cravings? Why did he not discuss it with me?

He drew me into a hug before a tear could fall from my eyes.

"Selina, you are loved. Trust me. This is only miscommunication.

I can't contain my rage anymore at this point. I didn't slap or yell at any of them when I discovered him with Sharon. Silently, I walked out. It pained my heart that none of them chased after me and that they would really resume their previous activities after my interruption.

"Misunderstanding?" I shove him away with my numb arm. He falls on the couch, so the thrust is forceful. "You refer to this as a miscommunication? Are you deranged? Uh, what precisely do you think I am? I start weeping and yelling and gathering up every scrap of fabric to fling in his face.

This isn't how things should be. Nothing seems to be going as anticipated or as planned at the time.

This isn't how it's intended to be tonight. William is making a huge effort to treat me nicely.

Since I'm very hungry, I should be in the kitchen with him right now watching him prepare supper for me.

We should be kissing or playing a game after dinner. We should be cuddling up to sleep too, but we're not doing any of this.

William is a dishonest and deceitful person.

I pick up the heels from the floor and toss them at him, furious, but he hops over the couch and avoids them.

At that moment, I see someone coming into my peripheral vision from the stairway.

I force myself to turn away, suppressing my need to see the face because I know it's the b***h he's cheating on me with.

I grab my phone from the table where I dropped it, give myself a peck in my jacket, and go out the door without wiping the tears from my eyes.

A voice stops me before I can turn the doorknob to walk outside.

A familiar voice cries out to me, "Hello, Selina," and I slowly turn to see the triumphant grin on her face.

Sharon? I almost let out a yell. Sharon once more? What is the duration of this situation?

I turn to face William, but he's not turning to face me.

He's staring at the floor because he lacks the manhood to look at me.

I dated him and made a mistake. Though I now see I have lost this war, I still believed I could win him over and prevent Sharon from having the joy of losing him to her.

William doesn't even deserve to win this, thus I can never win.

He has the choice to pick me over her right now, but he isn't taking it.

In order to win this, I need to adopt a fresh approach. To give myself the last laugh, I really need to meet up with this self-proclaimed millionaire and exact my vengeance on these two individuals who previously meant a great lot to me.

I open the door surreptitiously and escape, tears forming in my eyes.

Would she ever consider living in his sole presence? What do you think she'll do if the answer is no?

William, will you also let her go?

Are you prepared for an insane meeting ego roller coaster?