Not Allone

"ONCE YOU sign that paper, it's all over for us, Ellie."

My soon-to-be ex-husband, Valerian Blackwood, sat across from me, legs crossed, a scotch in his hand. He didn't seem to care about our separation at all.

Two years of marriage, and all I was fed up with were the endless scandals about him and his mega-ton amount of women chasing his round and soft ass. Who was I to question it when my husband was Valerian Blackwood? A drop-dead gorgeous billionaire. He was smart, sophisticated, and just perfect in every way. What else could I even ask for?

But the life I was looking for was far away from what he'd given me. After all, we were nothing but a couple for a cause.

"Isn't that the purpose of divorce, Val?" I retorted, unsure whether I should let the ink stain the paper or take my time.

On his side sat Attorney Eglin, tapping his thumb on his knee, his fat ass plopped on the chair. His eyes were bored, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to witness a couple breaking up.

Behind Valerian stood his cousin, another witness, who obviously didn't care about what was going on. I think I was the only one who was making a big deal out of this.

"You still haven't given me any answer about the properties I want," I added, earning a scoff from him.

"Ellie, let me remind you that all the properties I let you manage were all mine. Everything I own is conjugal, but that ends when you sign that paper. Stop this nonsense and I will transfer any properties you want under your name. Deal?" He negotiated.

No, I couldn't stay with him. I was done with this life.

"I still don't understand why you wanted to end this marriage when you're already living like a queen. What else do you want?" He added, sucking his inner cheek and watching my eyes fall down on my hand that held the pen.

Letting out a soft sigh, I chose not to answer. We never had a fight, even after I told him I was going to ask for a divorce. He was calm and composed, and I was always the one who overreacted. Maybe it was because he never really cared.

Most women who would kneel before him envied me. By the time the news came out that Valerian Blackwood was back to being a bachelor, many would celebrate.

"Time is ticking, Mrs. Blackwood," Attorney Eglin reminded me.

"I know," I accidentally spat at him. My hand flew to my head and massaged it.

What was I doing? I'd been decided since I brought it up, why was I wasting time?

I heard a clank. Valerian's glass hit the glass table. He stood up with a soft exhale, stealing my attention.

"Attorney, if you don't mind. I'm just going to talk to my wife," he excused himself, snatching the pen from my hand and letting it fall on the table.

As polite as he spoke, he dragged me to the back of his villa where all his art was displayed. The click of our shoes hitting the marbled floor echoed throughout the wide area.

His grip wasn't tight, but I felt like I was wearing chains as a bracelet.

"What do you think you're doing?" I whined, halting my steps, causing him to stop. "I don't have time for anymore of your bullshit, Val. I'm out of this relationship," I told him, putting a period on my decision.

I tried to pull my hand from him, but he didn't let go. Facing me wholly, those piercing green eyes held me captive.

I was fully aware of the kind of aura he owned. His charm would never fail to blow me away. His eyes, which reminded me of spring, were now boring holes in my face. The gaze he was throwing me was too heavy for me to carry, making my knees fold and making me unable to run away from him.

"What's your reason, Ellie? I gave you everything you want and everything you need. What's not enough?" He asked, there was no longing in his voice. It was too flat, and it was hurting my ego. "Tell me where I made a mistake. Tell me."

"You know what I want," I replied, my face stoic.

"How many times do I have to clarify it to you? I never had any women aside from you. The moment I got married was also the moment I stopped living the life I had. We had an agreement about that, remember?"

I shook my head. "You're a liar."

"Does someone else's gossip matter to you more than hearing my side? You didn't even let me explain."

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Then prove it to me," he challenged, taking steps closer and closer to me. But as he closed the gap between us, I was creating distance from him. "I have been faithful to you. I tried my best to learn how to love you."

"That's the point, Val. You treated me like a lecture you could learn but never paid attention to. It's a fail," I said, gasping for air as my back hit the cold wall. "It's more than fine to me, because I never really loved you as well."

The lively spring that reflected in his eyes became dark and wild.

My throat felt deserted. I tried to swallow hard, but I knew to myself that there was only one thing that could quench that thirst.

His kiss.

"Come again?"

"You heard me, Val. I'm done. I'm signing the papers." I tried to escape his cunning demeanor, but he had pinned me against the wall, offering me no exit in between his possessive grip. "Let me go."

"You never loved me?" He wasn't asking, it sounded more of a threat. It was like he wanted me to say what he wanted to hear.

"There's nothing to argue about that. Let me go," I pushed his chest, but he was too strong compared to me. "Val, what are you doing? Attorney Eglin is waiting for us in--"

I was cut off when he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss he insisted on was rough, claiming me without telling me that I was his.

Automatically, my eyes fluttered closed, and a moan escaped my lips.

He held the back of my head, deepening the kiss. While his other hand found the hem of my dress and lifted it.

My thighs felt the sultry air coming from the open windows, and a flame under my skin was made when his warm palm caressed my thigh, making its way up to my hip and playing with the garter of my underwear.

I knew I said I was over with this, but I just couldn't help myself from surrendering to his touch this easily.

There was something about his kiss that made me want to fall on my knees. There was something about his touch that made an uncontrollable wildfire inside me that could only be smothered by him, just Valerian Blackwood.

His kisses traveled down my jaw and settled on the crook of my neck where he nibbled my skin, finding my sweet spot only he knew.

I gasped when his hand slipped inside my underwear and found my wetness.

"You're so ready for me, Ellie. Let's see if you're still going to push me away if I do this," he whispered in my ear like the devil telling me to commit a sin.

And I just did.

I let him devour me.

"Valerian!" I exclaimed when he spun me, facing the wall, stripping the little thing that hid my femininity.

Shushing me, he placed a wet kiss behind my ear. "Quiet now, baby. We don't want anyone to hear what we're doing here, right?" He sipped the lobe of my ear.

My eyes rolled when I felt the head of his bare hardness on my entrance.

Suddenly, all the inhibition left in me was gone, and all I wanted was to welcome him inside me. To feel his force, his strength, and his pace. I wanted him to dominate me like how he usually did, I wanted his length to fill me, make me feel so full of his thickness.

My hands couldn't find anything to hold on to but the cold wall as he slammed his length inside me.

"Oh!" I moaned, arching my back and bucking my hips closer to him, welcoming every thrust he gave. "Vale... Ah!"

"Tell me you won't search for this, tell me, Ellie." Every word came with a pound from behind me. "Tell me you won't crave for me."

"I won't look-- oh! For this kind of heaven... ahh!" I tried to speak, but the friction inside me made my toes curl, what he was doing to me made me want to yield and let him tie me up.

No, I had to fight this. But how? He was a sinful seduction. I was running away from him, I was leaving him.

"Oh, Valerian..."

He banged me fast and rough, just like how I always wanted. I liked it the way he wanted.

My walls began to clench, my breath was hitching. I'm coming!

"Ellie, I'm so close, baby," he groaned in my ear, a call for me to release and let go of the knot that was forming in my stomach.

"Ah!" I sighed, a sigh of relief, the sound of satisfaction. My body wanted more, but my head told me to stop. This one mistake was enough.

"Elodie!" Shots of hot fluid inside me followed.

His heavy breath hitting my skin gave me goosebumps.

Catching our breaths in that position, I was the one to break us apart. I hissed when I felt him slip out of me and his semen started to drip on my thighs.

"This will never happen again," I uttered with finality, earning a senseless chuckle from him.

"Oh, really?" He wasn't convinced at all, and I just proved myself wrong when he claimed my lips and I answered his kiss.

How I hated myself!

With that lingering kiss, he sipped my lower lip, and I moaned from the sensation, a reason why he wore a smirk on his face. "Now tell me, my Elodie, are you still signing those papers?"

Back to my wits, I opened my eyes and was blessed by the sight of his beauty. "Y--yes," I stammered. Cursing silently, I pulled my chin up. "I'm still signing those papers, and you can't do anything about it."

A dangerous smile spread on his lips, pulling himself closer to me. "Make sure of that, Ellie. Because even if you divorce me right now, I know you will end up with me."