After The Affair: Falling Into A Billionaire's Arms の小説・ストーリー

It wasn't just the sex, though what he was currently doing to me was making it hard to think of anything else. It was how he made me feel. Safe. Wanted. Perfect. I closed my eyes, reveling in his arms. I was falling for him. I was falling for the billionaire. A billionaire. “Something wrong?” Bastian asked, pulling back, his eyes dark with lust and want. I had frozen without meaning to. He was a billionaire. I couldn't be falling for him. I shouldn't be falling for him. It was like falling for a prince, and I was no Cinderella. There was no way I would ever fit in his billionaire world.

My mom announced. I have a photo session later in the day momma, there is certainly no way I will cancel it just to have a boring meeting at Frederick's mansion. He'll marry me regardless. A car horn from the mansion's gate distracted me. I and my mother rushed to my room window only to see Ma Lauren walk majestically into the house. My mom glared at me and I buried my face in my pillow. Yes, Frederick is hot and wealthy, I just wanted to be all over Vogue and other magazines as the wife to Frederick Hudson. It'll boost my modeling career. As for being in love with him? Hell no, I wasn't.

I immediately turned to the other side of the window to get a better view rather than her demanding look, but then again, she tapped me. “What! Betty... I have nothing to tell you” I said. “Somebody is keeping secrets here...” Betty said “No, she's not. Latifa has a lover rich boy client now, stop stressing it” Wendy politely said “Really? And I guess someone is seriously having some thinking here?” Betty assumed “Yeah, the guy from our last clubbing” “Girls, please!” “Oh, here she comes again... See. You should grab this opportunity. Have fun. Orgasm-date yourself for once! Be happy once again, you never can tell this may be the miracle you have been waiting for, he’s so freaking hot.” Bett

However, Tessa did not go into such details like Hector. “What happened?” Zayn asked. “Humiliation! It was so humiliating!” Hector sighed. He looked at Zayn with an embarrassed expression. “Tell me, which man would be able to stand it after encountering such an incident? I was so good to her. I took her in and paid off her debt of a few hundred thousand dollars. The four of us were living happily initially, who knew that after a few years with me, she…would have an affair. I caught her in the act with that man! I caught them red-handed on the bed! Director Zayn, tell me. I’m a man, a decent man. How could I put up with her?”

Bruno reclined his head as the woman performed an act that she excelled at: oral pleasure. She was eager to spend another night with the billionaire who had arrived in town. She had heard from other girls about his addiction to sex and other fetishes. As she felt the warmth in her mouth, she pulled back and smiled at the satisfied man.

The headline blazed across the screen in bold black letters: "THE SETUP: How Arabella Ashford Played Two Billionaires- Affair, Lies, and a Baby Conspiracy Exposed" Below it, a photo. Arabella and Adrian at a café, laughing. The timestamp read three years ago, during her marriage to Everett. Except that she'd never been to that café. She'd never worn that dress. That meeting never happened. "That's not real," Arabella breathed. "That's not…I've never…" Adrian was already scrolling through the article, his jaw clenched. Sources close to the family reveal that Arabella Ashford's relationship with billionaire Adrian Whitmore began long before her dramatic divorce from Everett Quinn. Text message

*** "With this, the series of trials leading up to the Year-End Sex Party' Euphorotica' begins!" The voice of a female operator rang the bells in front of hundreds of academic couples. Arthur stepped forward, stood proudly, and cut the red ribbon. Applause and cheers erupted. The couple hugged each other tightly and passionately. Arthur stepped back, immediately embracing me in a tight embrace. I was so afraid my white Victorian-era dress would slip off, its collar so open. But Arthur noticed my hand trying to lift it. My heart soared, and he lifted me up. He placed his chin between my breasts. The heartbeat monitor beeped, and it was honestly a bit embarrassing. How could I have melted so e

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

“Touch me, and you’ll regret it!” Emily shouted, pushing away a male doctor who had tried to calm her. She screamed, “All of you just protect each other! You’re all corrupt! What’s Anna giving you in return? If you don’t let me expose her, I’ll take my son and jump from this building!” The room erupted with chatter. "Maybe she’s right. Could Dr. Miller really be in an affair?” “I don’t know, but Dr. Miller’s young to be a lead physician. I wouldn’t be shocked if she… you know, used certain ‘connections’ to get here."

When I got back from the restroom, Vittoria was talking to someone using my phone. Talk about privacy. I couldn’t see myself being with someone like her, much more getting married. It was a momentary lapse on my part to consider that idea, even just for a moment. That mistake is now causing me distress because it’s all over the news and social media. They market it like some fairytale affair, editing photos of us together. Little do they know, aside from basic information that is publicly available, we know nothing else.