Im In Love With His Son

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Jessica C. Dolan

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

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Susan's POV.

"Oh, Shit! I'm horny! I need a man like right now". I said fondly, touching my vagina. I wouldn't say I liked the feelings that usually come with this period. I hated that ovulation period always made me yearn for sex like a loose female dog.

It was the only time in my life where I freely allowed my feminine part to take complete control of me; other days, I was a workaholic who never got exhausted, making her millions.

But right now, all I needed was a good dick that could satisfy my sexual fantasy and orgasm. Ovulation has always made me let my guard down.

"I need to be fucked hard today. Who's going to be the lucky man?" I muttered as I hurriedly stood up from bed to prepare for a meeting.

I walked inside my bathroom completely naked. That was the best way I could sleep well with no clothing. I've always instructed my domestic workers to knock before entering my room.

If walking naked was legal and socially expected, I would be an ambassador. I was always too stressed after my daily hustles, and the last thing I wanted was to be in a sexy nightie or pajamas all through the night.

"Oh, What a Beaut!!" I said, admiring myself as I stared at the mirror. I've always been obsessed with my physique. My look has never complimented my age.

I was too hot for a thirty-four-year-old. My alluring eyes, busty boobs, and curves were every woman's dream, and I was lucky to have them neatly knitted from birth.

I chuckled as I remembered my last sex with Stephen. He couldn't satisfy me. He cummed almost immediately as he grabbed my breast, messing up his condom without adequately using it. It wasn't his fault. Seeing my boobs would make a man cum even without getting Intimate.

"So who's gonna be the lucky guy fucking this body tonight?" I asked myself again, admiring myself in the mirror.

"Not Stephen; I wouldn't want a weakling like him," I frowned and pouted my lips.

"What about Chris?" I asked loudly and snapped my finger in excitement.

"Should I invite him over for dinner?" I chuckled.

Chris was a pro. The last sex we had was worth every second. I smiled as I had a flashback of how he gently used his cock to cause an electrifying sensation around my body as he inserted it from behind. One of the best doggies I've experienced. He made me ride him so hard on my office table for hours and allowed my juice to splash all over his cock. And I loved how his tongue waggled around my clit and made me moan with satisfaction.

"Yes! Chris will be my gigolo for today," I screamed in excitement and chuckled when I caught a gaze of myself in the mirror, dancing like a Clown over a dick.

"Oh shit," I muttered as I noticed the thought of Chris made my vagina wet. I was dumbfounded and felt so horny. I couldn't wait to have Chris on my bed while he ate me like a snack. I made a humorous facial expression in the mirror and giggled.

"Oh, I wish I had a dildo". I grumbled as I inserted my finger into my wet vagina.

I could hear Sarah's voice echoing in my head, as usual, when she educated me on the need to get a dildo. She believed it always came in handy and could save the day. Her favorite slang was "With Dildo, no man! No problem." she had always emphasized how much I needed one as a single lady so I don't get rotten down there.

Sarah had control over her time as she was self-employed. We've been best of friends for as long as I can remember.

"Should I consider buying a vibrator on my way home tonight?" I asked myself and leaned on the wall.

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