Sheila's POV
The only thing I saw was red, as I marched furiously to where I knew André would be. For the past few days we've been together on an exclusive, private island of his; André's idea of a "honeymoon". We would occasionally pose for pictures from paparazzi and random photographers, just to keep up the "married couple" image. It was exhausting in a way, considering the fact that we both knew better.In my hand was a newspaper with a headline and a whole shitty article about me. Normally, one would be overjoyed to appear on the news or whatever but not when I'm being labelled as a "Billionaire's latest slut". I fastened the robe on my body, in an attempt to give me a little more decency, as I was wearing a ridiculously tiny piece bikini. It was my first time wearing things like these and I've been out swimming and tanning all day.I felt my anger and frustration increase some more, as I ran up a long flight of stairs. Why does every house he own, need to have so much stairs? Why did I even agree to marry such an asshole? We've been married for what, four days? And he has managed to piss me off so many freaking times already.I finally got to the floor where he was currently lounging. That's all he ever did since we arrived this damn island. Staying inside, smoking, drinking and having sex with a number of his sluts. I scowled at the thought. Some honeymoon this is.There were up to six men in suits, standing by the hallways...his bodyguards. They just silently made way for me, as I marched right to the front of his door. I don't know if it was the angered look on my face or the fact that I was now their boss's wife, that made them not to bother stopping me.I pushed the door opened to reveal the devil himself, André sitting in a large bathtub that looked like a mini swimming pool. Just as I had earlier suspected, he was surrounded by four, completely nude females in the bathtub with him. The scene made me scrunch up my nose in disgust and I subconsciously squeezed the newspaper in my grip.André eyed me lazily, from where he was relaxing on one edge of the tub. There was a big cigarette in between his index and middle finger and a glass of wine in his other hand. In that moment, I didn't mind the smell of smoke anymore. I wasn't bothered anymore about how difficult it would be for me to breathe. I was furious and I wanted my "husband" to know that. So I walked right towards his direction. I've never attempted to come into his personal lounge before, as he had made it clear that it was off bounds to me. Now, I really don't care.The females must have sensed the building tension between the both of us and they hurried out of the bathtub. My eyes never left his, as I kept walking towards him. André however, didn't seem to be even slightly bothered. He just regarded me with a cool and relaxed demeanor.I suddenly slammed the newspaper on a fancy stool beside the bathtub, expecting him to pick it up and go through it."How could you?" I seethed."If you wanted to join, all you needed to do was ask." He replied calmly, taking a puff of his cigarette. I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply."I was talking about the newspaper headlines." I told him."Well, what about it?" He asked, much to my annoyance."They're referring to me as your latest slut and mistress, calling me a gold digger from a poor background, who just latched herself unto you." I complained bitterly."And?" He replied without a care in the world."And? Are you seriously asking me that?" I clenched my teeth."You agreed to be my wife in the eyes of the public. Stop being so dramatic.""Your wife! Not your latest slut, André...apparently you have a thing for them." I remarked, eyeing a pair of underwear lying on the floor."I still fail to see any issue here." He said, slowly rising up from the tub, water running down his body.I was about to open my mouth to argue some more, before he continued again, shutting me up."We both know why we're doing this. Look at you..." He said, his torso completely out of the tub. My eyes shamelessly roamed, making heat rise up my cheeks. I was thankful for the dimly lit room.".. when I found you, you were scared shitless, running from El Narco and his men for an offence you didn't commit.""You were innocent, didn't steal anything from him but that didn't matter. You knew you needed protection, you needed me." He said, finally coming out of the water and facing me in all his naked glory. I gulped, urging myself not to take my gaze lower."We struck a deal and now nobody dares to come after you as Mrs. Wolfe." He took slow, predatory steps towards me. I instinctively backed away, alarm bells going off in my head."You should be thanking me. I saved your ass from the mess your boyfriend put you in." He said the word "boyfriend", like it tasted sour in his mouth.My eyes finally caught the sight of his massive, male member and I let out a gasp. The air around me grew thicker and harder to breathe. Everything suddenly felt much hotter."But instead of a thanks, you're busy throwing tantrums about some stupid article?" He said, looking me in my eyes and standing right in front of me. I kept my eyes on his chest, unable to meet his very intense gaze.His fingers suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to look up to his. A shiver ran down my spine at our sudden proximity. It felt like I was having an asthma attack again, but it wasn't scary."Now, which is it?.." He whispered huskily."You don't like to be called my slut... or you don't think I can make you one?" He asked, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips."What?" I blurted out in disbelief."You don't think I can have you now if I want?" He continued, brushing hair out of my face with the back of his hands. His touch did something to me that I couldn't quite explain. I inhaled sharply."You wouldn't dare." I said, raising up my head to look him in the eyes. I saw his face light up with mischief."You would be begging for it." He said."Ugh please! You're probably so infected from being inside too many women. Why would I beg for such?" I sassed.He chuckled. André Wolfe freaking chuckled at what I said. I've never seen him find anything funny before. Closest thing I've seen to this was a little smirk on his face but here he was... actually chuckling.His arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to himself. I yelped at the sudden movement."Mi esposa..."Now he's speaking Spanish? Did he hit his head or something? He brought down his lips to whisper into my ear."If I still want to spread you apart and go deep inside you, I can guarantee you'll love every bit of it." He said, making my knees buckle.I instinctively clamped my thighs together, closing my eyes and turning my face away from his alcohol breath. Was he drunk? How is he still so attractive? I was literally starting to make a mess of myself down below.He suddenly let go of me and I almost lost my balance. I was out of breath and my robe was hanging loosely on my body. His darkened eyes casually roamed over my exposed parts, making me self conscious and covering up again. I felt ashamed.My boyfriend is probably locked up somewhere for a crime he most likely didn't commit. He is missing and here I was, being too close to a womanizing, drunk billionaire. I felt like a traitor to Dylan."I..I.. have to go." I stuttered, before turning around to leave."See you later tonight!" He called out after me, making me halt.I turned around with a questioning look on my face."What's happening tonight?" I asked."We're going to see a business partner of mine." He answered."He's throwing a big party and we're invited.""I'm not interested." I said defiantly. I was honestly so tired of accompanying him to his numerous events.Night clubs he own, galas and even auction houses, were starting to become a regular occurrence. I just wanted to have one night of peaceful sleep, like a normal person."It wasn't a suggestion." He stated, making me frown."Besides, this isn't just any business partner."What was he driving at?"It's El Narco's party and we'll be his special guests." He said, making my eyes widen."What?!"Sheila's POV"Champagne my lady?" A waiter smiled at me, holding up a tray of glass flutes. "No, thanks. I'd prefer water." I politely declined, to which he just nodded and moved on.I sighed as I looked around the hall, filled with rich and influential people. I knew I was attending the event as André's wife, but I still couldn't help but feel out of place.I was clad in a black, high slit dress that did little to hide my full cleavages and seemingly increasing curves. Apparently, André has a knack for women in provocative dresses. He wanted to show me off like some trophy, a prize he had just won. No wonder the press keeps referring to me as his latest slut.I was getting bored sitting by myself and watching the men and women around, flirting and exchanging pleasantries. My mind flashed for a second, to the main reason I'm present here today; El Narco.A small part of me couldn't help but feel like André was finally tired of protecting my ass, he was finally giving me up to El Narc
Sheila's POVHow could I not see it earlier? I had been so focused on escaping El Narco, that I walked into an even bigger fire. André Wolfe was that fire and he almost consumed me tonight.I made my way towards my room in this annoyingly, huge mansion. André was with his father in the hospital, so he should be pretty occupied for the whole night. That should give me enough time to pack my few belongings and hightail out of here. I have to get away from all this. I never wanted my life to come with this much drama.Getting into my room, I grabbed a small leather bag and started rummaging through the wardrobe for a few old clothes of mine. I made sure not to take any of the stuffs that André had bought for me. My belongings weren't much, so it was pretty easy fitting all of them into one bag."Sheila?!" Madeline's soft voice suddenly made me halt my actions. My eyes widened in shock and I couldn't find it in me to turn around and regard her.Wasn't she supposed to be at a friend's plac
André's POVI angrily stormed into my room, frustrated at the fact that Madeline had to see me like that. It's been over a month since my father's death and I still couldn't get my act together. Heck! I wasn't even around to attend my own father's funeral.I had been working overtime for these past days, spending more nights out and coming back home mostly drunk. I knew my daughter was concerned about me but I couldn't find it in me to face her. She had been spending more time with Sheila and they seem to be getting even closer. Maybe I should find comfort in that fact.I took off my suit, after pulling off my shoes. Standing in front of my mirror, I winced when I saw the battered state of my face. I had quite a number of cuts and bruises from the fight at the club, earlier tonight. I was always getting into one fight or the other these days too.A gentle knock sounded on my door, making me turn my head towards that direction instantly. I already knew who it was. "Come in." I mumbled
Sheila's POVIt's been less than ten minutes since she arrived and I was already so irked by the sound of her obnoxious laughter. I glared down at my food, stabbing my piece of chicken aggressively with a fork.We were currently eating together in the large dining hall, myself, André and this annoying, blond bitch. She never stopped laughing at every little thing André said, as they sat way too close to each other. It annoyed me that I was even bothered about their proximity in the first place. André has the right to flirt with any lady he wants, however he wants and wherever he wants. It not like he owes me any exclusivity."Honey, could you please pass me some of those sausages?" The blonde woman said to me with a saccharine smile.She looked so perfect, like a supermodel or something. Deep, blue eyes the same shade as André's. I failed to see why she wouldn't make the perfect partner for him. "Thanks, hun!" She said, as I passed her the said sausages, albeit begrudgingly.I looked
A/N: a little violent scene coming up, gotta warn ya.]Sheila's POV"Ssssh....Dad said we should let her be." I heard Madeline's soft whispers to another person in the same room."Well, I'm not disturbing, am I ?" Another voice responded and I made it out to be Harley's voice. What was she doing here?I was fully awake now but for some reason, I decided to keep my eyes closed, to know what kind of mischief these two were up to."Aunt Harley, you're going to wake her!" I heard Madeline groan out in frustration."She's been asleep since yesterday, Maddy."She needs sleep!" "Ugh, fine! Just one more picture." Harley said, making my eyelids fly open instantly. She was taking pictures of me while I sleep?They both seemed to be startled by my sudden awakening. Harley muttered some intelligible swear words below her breath and I squinted my eyes at her. Madeline quickly made her way to my side, hugging me warmly."Hey Sheila! We've been so worried about you." Harley smiled mischievously at
André's POV"Boss, it's all done." Jamie, one of my most trusted men said to me, earning a nod of approval as I went through the documents he handed me. I was pleased with the new multi-million dollar deal I just signed, and it was all thanks to his efforts. He gave me a courteous bow, stepping back to give me a much clearer view of the others. Three other of my most reliable men were present here, including Harley, who was busy rolling a blunt.We were currently gathered in my home office, where I hold meetings related to the mafia deals, so as not to get Madeline's attention. It was also linked to my personal bedroom.I was about to say something before the door suddenly clicked open, making everyone of us tense up. In walked Sheila, reddened face and a very cold stare like she had been bawling her eyes out for a while.I got to know of how Harley introduced her to the "family business" a few days ago and to be honest, I was a little mad at my cousin. I've never wanted to drag Shei
[Mature scene ahead!]Sheila's POV "Fuck!" I muttered, arching my back towards him to give him more access to my boobs.His tongue hungrily licked my hardened nipples, making me moan out in pleasure and spread my legs even wider. His fingers sensually ran down my stomach, making me shiver in excitement.He casually brushed against my clitoris, causing me to inhale sharply and cling onto him. At this point, I was so fucking wet and waiting for him to take me. I wanted him inside me, all of him."Oh Dylan! I've missed you." I whispered breathlessly, making him slide a finger into my pussy. I shut my eyes tight, relishing the ecstatic feeling.The way his fingers flicked gently inside me, making me move my hips ever so slightly. The way he claimed my mouth with his, literally taking my breath away. I've missed him so fucking much and it felt so good to have my boyfriend here again. I let out a louder moan, feeling his fingers move a little more faster. Fuck! Dylan was making me come un
Sheila's POVI wrapped a pillow around my head, in a bid to keep out the loud, banging noise on the door. Why can't he just leave me alone? Doesn't he get it? I wasn't interested in any stupid ass discussion."Go away!" I yelled out in frustration. However, a different voice replied me from outside."It's me, Harley!" "Ha! Nice try." I sassed, lying back on the bed."You know you can't hide in there forever." She said."Watch me!""Open the door, damnit!""Make me." I argued stubbornly."I brought croissants." Harley said, causing me to sit up immediately. Was she seriously trying to bribe me?"You can't bribe me with that." I shouted back, feeling my resolve weaken by the minute."Yes I can. Now come and open this door before I change my mind and eat it all by myself." She said, making me stand up immediately.Once I got to the door, I decided to place my ear on it to listen for any sign of André hiding out there. It seemed to be just Harley, so I quickly opened the door to let her