Craved By My Obsessive Billionaire Baby Daddy

CAMILLA'S POV.

I had only ever read about betrayals like this in books. Sometimes curled up in my boyfriend's arms while he whispered sweet nothings into my ears. 

What I did not expect was witnessing the same soul crushing betrayal in front of over two hundred guests, all jeering in laughter at me while my loving boyfriend stands tall beside his pregnant fiancèe. 

“Bryan..” my voice broke, my heart too heavy to utter the words that were clawing at my chest. 

He didn't seem in the least interested that I was crying my eyes out in front of him, or that his guests were laughing at me. He held her waist firmly, his eyes void of regret.

“You're not supposed to be here, Camilla.” He almost scoffed, like I was in inconvenience. 

My chest tightened, my life flashed before my eyes, and I could feel myself getting weaker by the second. 

“It's our anniversary, Bryan! Where else am I supposed to be!?” I raged, trying to mask the obvious pain that was coursing through my veins. 

“I told you to wait at home!” He spat, enraged. My eyes widened as I raised the bag in my hand, the one that contained the expensive, exclusive wristwatch that he had always wanted.

“I.. I wanted to surprise you!” I sniffed and more whispering rose in the company’s hall. “I walked in here thinking that you threw this party for me, only to find out it's your engagement and this is all you have to say!?” 

His pregnant fiancèe groaned like she was already tired of me. “Honey, this is embarrassing.” She whispered to him and he glared at me with disdain.

“I’ll handle it.” 

He left her side and grabbed my wrist, pulling me along forcefully and ignoring my screams. As soon as we stepped into the hallway, he freed my wrist but continued to glare at me.

“Just go home, Camilla. I will come see you later.” 

My jaw hung open but no words came out. The corners of my eyes burned, and my heart raced faster than it ever had.

“For what exactly? Are you this shameless!? You just got engaged and you want to come see me?” I sniffed but he rolled his eyes, taking a step back.

“What? I know you still want me, Camilla..” he grinned, my face warped in disgust. “It's not like you can live without me. I made you who you are. You exist because of me.” 

Like fire burning skin, rage surged through my veins. My palms balled into fists as I stared intently at him. If only he knew that everything he had achieved was because of me, and his company was successful because I allowed it. I became nothing so he could be something!

“You won't survive without me,” he continued. “You'll never find anyone better, Camilla. So go home like the obedient girlfriend that you are and wait for me. I can make time for two women and even more.” He bragged, the crackling sound of his laughter making my skin crawl. 

“Fuck you, Bryan! It's over between us!” I spat and he raised a brow at me. 

“What!?” 

Even though it hurt, even though I had lost everything because of him, I still couldn't let him treat me like I was his dog. 

“You heard me. Fuck off!” I shot and swung around immediately, heading out of the office building. 

“You'll come back, Camilla! You'll never find anyone to love you! You'll never find anyone better than Bryan Montgomery!” 

His last words echoed in my head as I stumbled onto the road. My chest burned with regret and pain. I had sacrificed five years of my life for Bryan, I got disowned by my parents and tossed everything aside just to be with him. And now this? 

How was I supposed to recover? How was I supposed to start all over now?

I didn't go very far, the pain wouldn't let me, so I walked into the very first hotel that I set my eyes on. I walked straight to the bar, my eyes swollen from the tears that had soaked my beautiful red dress. 

I tossed the wristwatch into the trash before going to settle on one of the stools. 

“Give me the strongest liquor you have.” I said to the bartender while holding my aching forehead in my palm. 

“I'm not sure that's good for you.” The bartender answered, his voice laced with concern, but I didn't care about his concern or anything else for that matter. I didn't care about the loud music that was destroying my ear drums, I just wanted to drown out the pain that was threatening to kill me.

“Just.. give it!” My teeth gritted, and he shrugged. 

Within a couple of minutes, I had downed five shots of the liquor. I poured more and more shots into my mouth until I could no longer see a thing apart from the blurry fluorescent lights in the bar. 

I staggered to my feet after dropping a few dollar notes on the desk and headed to the hotel lobby. I had to book a room because I was too drunk to leave, and I knew Bryan would show up at my house that night. I didn't want to see his face.

I headed upstairs to my room, and even though it was quite difficult and I couldn't see a thing, I had no idea why my door was already open but I staggered in anyway.

My shoes were off before I knew it, and I aimed for the bed when I noticed the figure lying on it. I couldn't make out his face, but I could tell it was a man. He was shirtless, with only his boxers on. 

“Excuse me, who are you and what are you doing in my room?” I squinted in a bid to see better, but I fell forward instead, landing right on his hard, moist chest. He smelt like sandalwood and mint. 

“Oh..” a smile crept up on my lips as my finger traced down his glorious abs. 

“I didn't know the hotel came fully equipped with male escorts.” I chuckled lightly, and I felt his warm breath on me as his muscles clenched.

“Escort? You're in my room.” 

His voice was deep and steady, carrying authority and making shivers run down my spine.

“Yes, escort.” I ignored the last sentence he made. “Isn't that what you are?” 

He was silent, so I continued to touch him. My fingers moved further down to his torso, and then he let out a deep grunt. 

“Easy, little flower.. I might not be able to control what happens next.” 

I bit my lip, letting out a silent moan. 

“I don't want you to.”