LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

It is tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day. I can’t believe I will be a married woman tomorrow.

I look up to Andy. He has been feeding his warmth and pheromones on this couch for hours. I know he is eagerly awaiting for the day like I am.

“It’s so tempting to have you to myself like this yet I can’t make love to you.” He beat me into talking first, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’m trying so hard to…” he says winking at me with his puppy eyes.

“It’s just a few hours away, hun.” I lean into his face, aligning my lips with his. I bite my lower lip and put on my best most seductive and look into his eyes. “Tomorrow, a time like this we will be in each other’s arms as husband and wife. I will be all yours, and you will be all mine.”I can feel his breathing become heavy. My! My beast must be so hungry. Too bad, the only thing I can satisfy him with right now is a savage kiss. I drop my eyes slowly to his lips, my fingers tracing his jawlines. I close the small gap between our lips and close my eyes, ready to taste the sweet taste of his sugar lips. Their moistness against mine is making them more irresistible. My lips plummet, and his too follow the desirable lead of mine, understanding their language perfectly. Or eyes full of lust pleadingly bore into each other, prodding each other into this. We both begin closing our eyes, surrendering to our desires but…

“SHIT!” We both curse together with disappointments, our eyes snapping at each other.

“Are you expecting someone?” I ask, and he shakes his head at my question.

No?

Who the fuck could it be on the door then?

“Me neither. I’ll go check anyways.” I say and stand, but he keeps my hand with him, preventing me from walking away. I look at him with a questioning look.

“Send them to hell if they are not important.” He says, his eyes darkening with authority.

“Okay.” I say and walk out after he releases my hand.

I stroll to the door murmuring words of profanities to the idiot who dares interrupt us like this. I straighten my short dress before twisting the door knob. I pull the door open, and the face of the only person I never would have expected to see here comes into view.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Ahem!

For a moment, I can’t explain what I am actually feeling. My mind goes blank, making my mouth dry of any word I can say to this stranger. My eyes are glued to her, yes, her – my nightmare of a cousin.

First, it was Damian. And now this? Her? What the freaking heck is happening?

“What are you doing here?” I ask this bitch that is gawking at me without even blinking, and so composed like she owns this place.

Her sarcastic smirk before she fires back sends shivers down my spine, filling my stomach with ice.

“I should be asking you that, you sneaky witch!” Her expression turns cold at once. “What the fuck are you doing here?”The audacity of this loose bitch! How dare she question me in my house? Well, it’s mine, right? No? Okay, it will be in a matter of hours! So this bitch better show some respect. What am I doing? FYI, I am the fiance of the owner of this house, and I will be his wife in a matter of hours, bitch! I want to brag about that, and smear it on her face that I found someone a million times better than that jerk Damian she snatched from me. What am I even saying? There is no comparison between the two at all. You can’t compare a cheating bastard with an honest gentleman, can you?

“Hun, who is it?” Andy asks from inside, and I can’t seem to find an answer to his question. So I turn to this pathetic bitch again to understand what she is doing here.

“I will ask you more time. What….”

“Safe yourself the energy, because you might need it some other time. Why don’t you call your boyfriend out here? He might have an idea of what exactly I am doing here.”Okay, this sounds like a very bad unbelievable joke! Andy doesn’t know her. I am sure of that. What kind of games is this bitch trying to play with me? If she just wants to annoy me, she is winning, because I am boiling inside. What does she want? No, wait, how did she even get here?

“Love? Who is it?” Andy asks, walking out and standing beside me.

His hand was finding its way around my waist, but it stops just at my back. I look at him, the confusion on his face suggesting something I don’t want to believe, his eyes glued on this woman in disbelief. I move my gaze to this woman, looking at Andy as if…

“Adrian.” I read every single letter from her lips as she calls him with a flirtatious melody. Freaking hell! I turn to Andy, my legs feeling so heavy all of a sudden, but I force myself to turn, and I meet with his sugar lips opening.

“MARIA!!!”

Hell is breaking loose!

They know each other? How? From where? Since when?

“Ba.. abe? You two know each other?” I implore, dismay and unrest consuming my patience, hoping against all hope that they don’t. My life can never in any way get entangled with hers again.

“Yeah.. she was…”

“I AM HIS WIFE.”

What.. the.. hell?

What the fucking hell!

My head spins a thousand degrees, and all the energy in me evaporates. I shut my eyes, and begin to replay her statement in my mind countless times, refusing to believe that I really heard her right. Unfortunately, her statements rings with the same sound every time. This is not possible. There is no way she can be. No, she can’t be! I should have known. Rita would have told me, right?

Maria is…

She? She is…