Loving Billionaire Nate

BETRAYAL AND PRAYERS “It's all over the news Georgia,” the second bridesmaid said as she hurried into the room. Safe to say she was too late. Georgia was standing before the television, mouth wide open. She was witnessing her fiance get married to some other chic. “How could he?” “How could Williams do such a thing?” “Men never change!” The comments of the bridesmaids filled the room. But that wasn't Georgia's focus. Her focus was on her Williams. The Williams whom she gave up everything for. The Williams whom she had stayed committed to for four solid years now. The same man was on TV, putting a ring on the finger of an elegant lady whom she recognized as a celebrity. Today was supposed to be her wedding day with Williams. It was supposed to be her happiest day. But it turned out the opposite. It felt like she was getting pierced in the heart by a six-edged sword. A bridesmaid attempted to hold her, but she ran off. She ran out of the hotel in the wedding dress. The humiliation that came from the eyes of the hotel attendants was nothing to write home about. Who didn't know of the wedding of Williams Jordan, the son and CEO of the Jordan empire? The hotel attendants had received them the previous day in a grand style and treated her like royalty. Luckily for Georgia, she found a cab as soon as she stepped out of the hotel premises. She boarded it and flung herself in immediately. “The Jordan's estate,” she mumbled to the driver. She tried her best to hold back her tears, but they came streaming down like a heavy downpour of rain. The car drove past the streets at speed and arrived at the estate on time. “Please wait here,” she said as she got down. Luckily, the estate was empty and silent. It seemed everyone but she knew that she wasn't going to be the bride of the day. She hurried into their mansion and took the elevator, which led to the penthouse where Jordan lived. It was empty as well. She gathered her belongings and took as much cash as she could from Williams's safe; then she headed back to the cab. “The airport. Take me to the airport,” she told the cab driver who helped her with her luggage. Her phone was bursting with messages as the car drove to the airport. She clenched onto it, taking in the thoughts of seeing the publication the following morning. What would the media say? What would the hashtag be? Getting past the air protocols was easy for her after she was recognized to be a Williams through her ID. She was attended to immediately, and in the next few minutes, she was on the plane. Everyone on the plane was talking about the wedding. She could hear the whispers. Not that they recognized her because she hid her identity with a face cap. But because it was one of the most anticipated weddingss in New York City. She slipped her phone into her handbag after putting it on silent so wouldn't get any of those disturbing text alarms. By the time they got to California, her home, it was already eve. “Take me to Hamilton,” she said to the driver who pulled up after she highlighted the plane. The airport to Hamilton Hotel was about an hour and thirty minutes drive. Georgia used this time to reflect on her life with Williams. “How could he?” she burst into tears in her palms. She didn't want to draw the attention of the driver. But her sobs were getting pretty loud and the driver got concerned. “Are you okay back there ma’am?” he asked. But Georgia only nodded. She took out her phone and found missed calls from her father. ‘they must have heard what happened’ she thought. The car was parked at the garage of Hamilton Hotel, one of the largest in California. She paid, got out, and went into the hotel. It had a club section, which was the first every guest would encounter before getting to the rooms. Georgia made her way to the bar. “Two shots please,” she requested. She took out her phone again and searched for her glasses. But they weren't there. “Damn!” She cursed, realizing she had forgotten it in Liam's mansion. Her shots were served, and she gulped them down instantly. “More!” She requested. She took more shots till she was out of breath. “I need a room,” she waved to the bartender. She was helped to locate her room, where she quickly undressed and collapsed on the bed. “s*x cures all pain…” the voice of her best friend, Annabelle rang in her head. She took out her phone and began scrolling through her chats. Her vision was blurry, and to make it worse, she didn't have her glasses. When she finally found her best friend's surname, she opened the text and sent a voice note. “I'm in California now, Anne. Send some hot dude down to Hamilton, room…25…I think. I might just need that hot s*x you've always spoken about,” she drowsily said. Three was a pop-up in the chat, notifying her friend was texting back, but then, it disappeared. She groaned, turning over the bed before she went to her gallery where she had hot photos of Williams. There were some where he was nude, and a video where he was teasing her with his c**k. As much as she hated to do it, she thought he would serve. Just one last time. She clicked the video but was interrupted by a knock. “Anne?” She muttered questionably as she hurried to the door. “I didn't say come yourself…I said send a hot…” she choked on her words upon seeing the familiar fellow towering above her at the door. Georgia went as stiff as board. The first thing she noticed was his messy hair. It was dripping water. Her eyes trailed the drops of water but stopped at his torso. He was bare-chested and only had a white towel tied below his waist. But how? What was he doing here? How did he locate her room? He took a step forward, which made her take one back. And then realization hit her hard on the head. Her best friend had the same surname as her high school bully and his brother. Right now, she had Peter Peterson, her high school bully’s elder brother, standing before her…half naked. Who knew a prayer of her high school days would be answered six years later? *******