Becoming The Tycoon's Bride

~ LILLIAN'S POV ~

I sat hunched over the counter of the bar, with my fingers wrapped tightly around the glass in front of me.

"I'm done believing in love.” I mumbled to myself as I downed a glass of tequila.

The bitter taste burned down my throat, but I welcomed the sting.

I know I shouldn't be drinking.

I wasn't even the drinking type, but I wanted to forget about the dull ache that had been tearing my heart apart since the evening began.

Still...the alcohol wasn't helping

A dry "hah" slipped out of my lips.

The bartender gave me a quick look, clearly concerned, but said nothing. Maybe he had seen enough broken people to know when someone just needed space.

"Three years.Three years of my life gone with one heartless text.”

My phone laid facedown on the counter. I didn't even want to look at it anymore. The words on the screen kept echoing in my head: "it's over Lily. I don't think this is working anymore. Sorry.”

Kaz didn't even have the decency to say it to my face, a cold text message was all I was worth to him.

How could he do this to me after three years?

Was I not classy enough for him?

My phone beeped.

Out of curiosity, I picked it up to check.

"What !”

How is this even possible?

Kaz is getting married !

Seeing the engagement pictures of him with another girl online, broke me even more.

She looked so classy...so happy in the pictures...gosh, that could have been me, but no.

He just broke up with me a few hours ago...over a text.

How could he have moved on so easily?

It made me wonder if I ever meant anything to him at all or I was just a pawn in his game all these years.

Oh God.

I thought what we had was real.

I gulped another glass of tequila and winced slightly.

"Hah...I'm never falling in love again.”

"Rough night?"

The voice came from my left. Deep and soothing with a kind of charm that made me curious.

I didn't even realise that someone had sat beside me.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

I let out a faint smile, the type of smile that showed I wasn't interested in talking.

Especially to a man.

With every intention of leaving, I grabbed my bag and turned to slide off the high stool but then I realised I had turned towards him.

The silence that followed didn't make things any easier.

I looked up slowly and my eyes landed on him, he was looking right at me.

He was...stunning. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline that seemed almost too perfect. His eyes held something mischievous. He wore a fitted black shirt that hugged his frame just right, and the faint scent of expensive cologne drifted towards me.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

Lily, get your acts together.

"I...I was about to leave.”

"Hey damsel. Please don't leave it on my account". He said, smiling faintly.

His deep voice hit me like a wrecking ball.

His lips drew my eyes and I had the sudden desire to press my lips against his own.

What is wrong with me?

It's probably the alcohol.

"Hope you don't mind sharing a drink with me?" He asked.

I should decline, but I endorsed. something about his courage, his deep soothing voice and the way his eyes never left mine kept pulling me in.

I sat back down and stared at him...my body was betraying me and I couldn't control it

"You look like you're carrying the weight of the whole world.” He teased me.

I let out a loud laugh. This time it was a genuine one.

He stretched forth his hands towards my face and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers felt so tender on my cheek and before I could stop myself, my body betrayed me.

I felt warmth gathering between my thighs. I shifted on my seat pretending it was nothing , but the truth pressed in harder with every second I looked at him.

He leaned forward towards me and his lips brushed against mine.

My heart was racing for reasons that had nothing to do with heartbreak.

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The steamed harsh sunlight stabbing at my closed eyelids woke me up.

I placed my hand on my forehead.

My head pounded mercilessly, the bitter punishment for last night's drinking.

Slowly, I shifted. Turning away from the sunlight. but my eyes snapped open the moment I realised that I wasn't in my room.

What the hell?

"Ouch.” My head ached so bad.

The room looked luxurious. It wasn't anything I was used to.

The sheets were soft, far softer than the ones on my own bead. I looked around and saw clothes scattered carelessly on the floor.

My dress...his shirt.

My shoes were tossed near the door.

I mentally assessed myself.

Oh my God!

I'm naked!

The sound of running water reached my ears. He was in there, showering.

Oh...

I felt so tender between my legs.

My heart dropped... memories from last night came rushing back...Getting drunk and meeting that strange man...it seems like we had a little conversation...his smile, his touch, the way his lips had tasted against mine and then we ended up in a hotel room.

"Oh God,” I whispered.

I sat up quickly, the feel of the duvet against my bare skin made me panic with shame and regret all at once.

I just had a one night stand with a stranger. A man I met hours ago.

My pulse quickened. I've never slept with a stranger before.I can't face him. Not like this.

What would I even say?

"Thanks for the distraction?"

"Sorry I used you to forget my heartbreak?"

I have to run.

With trembling hands, I gathered my clothes from the floor and dressed up as quickly as I could. Every sound felt magnified...

The bathroom door opened!

And then he walked out.