Love, Lies and Billionaires

He turned her over, and balancing her legs around his waist, he slid into her again, locking lips with her to suppress her moans.

“Fuck!” She managed to breathe in pleasure. The slapping sounds grew faster, and she dug her perfectly manicured fingers into his back.

Then he pulled out, releasing his semen to the ground, then he tossed her onto the already ruffled bed and stared at her. Lustful smiles spread across their faces as they looked at themselves.

He got on top of her and took her breast in his mouth, caressing her nipple with his tongue while his hand squeezed the other breast. Then he slid down, and she released a gasp as she felt his tongue inside her.

Her body shook at the third orgasm. “You are way better than your friend," he said as he exchanged his lips with his fingers, thrusting deep inside her as he looked into her eyes, his manhood erect beneath him.

“How many times are you going to remind me?” she replied, a disgusting grin playing on her lips.

Maren blinked back her tears as she walked down the aisle, trying to contain her anger at what she had just watched on the hotel's security footage.

She loved this man… well, used to, and he had repaid her with sleeping with her slutty best friend. They didn't even respect the fact that it was her day, her wedding day!

Gladly, the veil shielded away the fact that her makeup was already half damaged from the tears she had shed while she watched that atrocity.

Through the veil, she could make out his smiling face at the altar, waiting patiently for her to get to where he stood. If not for the flowers she held, she wanted to clench her fists so badly.

How could someone cheat so boldly?

Getting to the altar, the priest began- reading words that she didn't care to listen to. All she was focused on was the disgusting cheat before her and the occasional cheer she got from her best friend like she was in support of her wedding, as if she didn't let her fiance pound her a few hours ago.

“…In sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do," he replied, maintaining his broad smile.

Then it was her turn to reply. He left the question hanging as she was now really furious hearing the way he had confidently said I do. The entire guests fell silent, waiting for her to reply.

She just stood there staring at him, fuming. She had initially planned to forgive him after the wedding, but not after dealing with her best friend. But now, she is starting to rethink it.

“Fuck this," she said and without warning, her hand landed hard on his face, earning gasps from different angles of the hall. She threw away her bouquet and tore off her veil, then traced her way through the guests to where her best friend sat.

“You whore!” She said and ripped her bridesmaid dress in two. “Since you go around fucking other people's fiances, why don't you make it a profession?" She raged.

"Maren!” her mom screamed.

The entire hall was thrown into commotion as everyone watched the wet eyes bride accuse her best friend of sleeping with her husband.

“Maren, what are you doing?" Irene said innocently, trying to cover up her body with what was left of her clothes.

"Cheap slut,” she continued, "What did he tell you?, that he loved you? Well guess what, he also told me that and here we are Irene, here we fucking are,” she said, her voice breaking as more tears streamed down her face.

Irene stood up from where she sat, her face serious and unremorseful. “I've always been better than you, Maren. Admit it. I'm surprised you're just finding out. This had been going on for as long as you've known William… “

Maren didn't let her finish as she pushed her. Irene lost balance and fell back. Luckily, she was caught on time by some people who stood behind her.

“We both know you also aren't innocent, Maren. You're also as fucked up as much as your fiance,” she spat as she regained her balance.

“Fuck off!” Maren screamed.

Maren held her hand over her mouth, trying to prevent the tears that threatened to burst out from coming out. She staggered back and her parents came to hold her to prevent her from collapsing to the ground.

She watched as her friend left the hall, her shoulders hanging high like someone who had just won a draw. Maren wriggled free from her mum's grip and turned to her fiance, who stood stunned at the altar. Murmurs from the guests filled the air.

“You bastard!” She went in for another slap on his face, but he was ready for this one and dodged it. “I wasted two years with you, William." her voice shook and tears streamed down her face.

“We can go on with this marriage and talk about this later, Maren." his voice was low, trying to hide his embarrassment.

She scoffed in disbelief. “Go on with this marriage?" She gestured around and to her face, which had black lines from her washing mascara.

“You're unbelievable William, you couldn't even respect this day. To think I overlooked your flaws to make sure you were happy, but look what I got William…” she paused as the tears choked her.

"Look, I'm sorry Maren, I don't know what came over me. I…”

“What came over you?" She charged at him, but her mum was quick to hold her back. “It just had to be Irene, didn't it?”

“Stop this, Maren. Do you always have to be so dramatic?" William asked suddenly, his voice was serious.

This took her aback as she sucked in her tears and inspected him. She could now see how unremorseful he looked.

“You know what?, I can't,” she said and turned to leave.

“Maren, please,” her mom begged.

“Mum, no, stop it."

"If you leave this place Maren, I'm going to withdraw my support from your company” she stopped in her tracks and turned to him.

“Fuck you…”

Knock knock!!

"Ma’am, are you alright?, you're obstructing traffic,"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I must have drifted away,” Maren apologised, snapping back to reality.

"I don't care, lady. Get your car out of the road,” the man outside her car queried in a husky voice.

Maren shuddered at the memory; the smile on Irene's face plastered in her mind like an awful song as she committed that atrocity with her ex fiance. She pulled up in the parking lot of the premises and got out of the car.

She looked up at the building she stood in front of. It read ‘Sovereign Nexus’. Taking a deep breath, she walked in, making her way to the elevator, which always took her to the CEO’s office.

If her calculations were correct, she'd been there four times this week but hadn't met the CEO available. She prayed a silent prayer that she would meet him as the elevator opened at the topmost floor.

Walking down the hallway, she surprisingly found the door open. She sighed in relief as she knocked twice and peeped into the massive office.

“You know, those people are too fucked up to be dealt with. I'm not ready to sacrifice my company for anything." She could hear a voice from the office as the occupant seemed to be on a call, but the person’s spin chair was turned to the window so she couldn't see his face.

Then, he finally turned and as he saw her, he paused and his grey eyes lit up. “I'll call you back, Eddie,” he said quietly and dropped the call.

"Can I come in?" She asked, putting on her most cheerful face.

He nodded her in and she walked in and took her seat on the chair on the other side of the table. “Hi, I'm…”

“Maren Sinclair,” he interrupted, his eyes on the files on the table as he seemed to be searching for something.

Maren scoffed inwardly. That last name now made her sick whenever she heard or saw it on paper.

“It's Sharppe actually, Maren Sharppe.”

“Yeah, that's true, you're divorced."

“Actually, we were never married, so…”

"I hear you need a loan,” he said as he pulled out a file and dropped it on the table in front of him. The file looked similar to the one she had submitted earlier when he wasn't around.

Maren gritted her teeth. This gorgeous man was beginning to get on her nerves, but she sucked it in. She really needed this. “Yes, my company is fast going downhill. I really need your help,”

"Good to hear,” he said and began slipping through the file.

Maren raised a brow in confusion. This really was exhausting, she thought. The normal Maren Sharppe would not have been this patient. But there she was, seated in one of the companies she had envied, at the mercy of its CEO.

“You know, when I heard you called off your marriage yourself, I was really impressed,” he said as he raised his head suddenly, catching her staring.

“I didn't know you gossiped, sir,” she said innocently, intending to piss him off.

He smirked, getting the humour. “Well, William Sinclair was, as I like to call it, a contender. And as petty as it sounds,I find joy in whatever discomforts him,” he said, twirling a pen between his fingers, his eyes fixed on her.

“We would have been better of together, you know,”

Maren rolled her eyes ‘This again, she thought. “Do I get the loan Alexander?" She asked seriously.

He chuckled, “Quick to drop the character, I see. I knew you'd snap." he seemed to be enjoying this.

“Do we always have to go over this?" Maren asked, her impatience starting to get the better of her.

"That's because you try to be difficult each time, Maren.” he stood up and slowly walked behind her. She felt his breath on her skin as he shifted her hair and planted a kiss on her neck then traced his fingers into the opening of her clothes. “But you and I know you're not, darling,”

Goosebumps lay in a blanket over her skin, the way he always called her darling sent shock waves through her body. Scenes from the past flashed in her mind, but she snapped out of it quickly and slapped his hands away.

Alexander smiled and walked back to his side of the desk. “I really admire you, Maren. “Always trying to fight your urges even when it’s clear that you’re losing,” he resumed his seat, a cunning grin playing at the corner of his lips.

“I just want to save my company, please,” she said, her fists clenched beneath the table and out of his sight.

“It’s really good to see that expression on your face, Maren,” he said, a grin gracing his face.

“I'm here strictly for business, Alexander. Whatever happened before now, never happened please."

He smirked. “It looks to me like that's not the only thing that needs saving, darling." he paused and leaned on the table facing her. “Out of all William's rivals, you chose to come to me for help. Why is that?”

"Okay, I’m not doing this. Not today.” she picked up her bag and stood up to leave. Alexander fell back in his chair, amusement written all over his face as he watched her walk towards the door.

“I can spare a few notes,” he echoed, stopping her in her tracks.

“I'm not in for your games, Alexander.”

"On one condition though,” he said and pulled out another file and opened it before placing it on the table, urging her to come take a look. She walked to the table, keeping an eye on him as she looked through the papers in the file.

Her brows creased. “I don't understand," he just chuckled, his grey eyes looking her over as he did. "What do you mean I have to report to you monthly?"

"It's quite simple, darling,” He grinned and leaned forward again. "I get to be your boss. I mean, I have to have a part in your life one way or the other, right?”