The Temptation of The Billionaire

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

The Wine Press

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

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Emily eagerly chatted with her best friend, lily as they prepared to attend the highly anticipated gala.

"I can't wait to see all the fancy dresses and the beautiful decorations," Emily gushed. "This is going to be the event of the year!"

"I know, right? And rumor has it that some of the most powerful and influential people in the city will be there, even William Anderson" lily replied. "Maybe you'll even meet your prince charming."

Emily rolled her eyes at the idea. "I highly doubt it. None of these great men can care about me. I'm just excited to finally have an excuse to wear this dress I've been saving for a special occasion."

As an event planner, she was used to organizing these kinds of high-end events, but attending them as a guest was still an entirely different experience.

After hours of preparation, the women were dressed to kill in their stunning gowns and finest accessories, getting ready to head to the event. As they were about to leave, Emily couldn't resist taking a final glance in the mirror.

"Lily, do I look okay?" Emily asked, smoothing her dress nervously.

"You look amazing, Em. Trust me, everyone's going to be talking about how gorgeous you look tonight," Lily reassured her friend.

As they arrived at the gala, Emily was immediately mesmerized by the elaborate decorations and lavish displays of wealth. She spotted some familiar faces, including her colleague Maria from work and a few of the event vendors she worked with on a regular basis.

After a while, Emily started to feel parched from all the dancing, so she turned to Lily and said, "I'm so thirsty. I think I need a drink. Do you want anything?"

Lily nodded and said, "Yeah, I could use something to cool off. Let's go get a drink."

"Just order me a glass of red, I'll be waiting for you here . " Emily said.

"Sure thing," Lily said before turning to the bartender. "Can I please have a glass of red wine and a vodka tonic, please?"

"Coming right up," the bartender said before starting to prepare their drinks.

Suddenly, Emily felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find a man staring at her intently. He was tall, with piercing blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He wore a fitted suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and strong jawline.

Despite her nervousness, Emily couldn't help but be intrigued.

"Excuse me, miss, I couldn't help but notice how stunning you look tonight," he said with a grin.

Emily blushed, feeling a little flustered at his compliment. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

"May I have the pleasure of a dance?" the man asked, offering his hand.

Emily hesitated for a moment before finally taking it, feeling a spark of electricity as their fingers touched.

"I'm William," he said, leading her onto the dance floor.

"I'm Emily," she replied, feeling a thrill of excitement and danger as she looked up into his eyes.

They danced in silence for a few moments before William spoke again. "You look beautiful tonight, Emily."

Emily blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself," she said, teasingly.

William smiled. "You have a quick wit, Emily. I think I like you."

Emily laughed. "Well, I'm glad someone does. I was starting to feel like a wallflower."

"You're anything but a wallflower," William said, looking at her intently.

Emily felt her pulse quickening. There was something about this man that she couldn't quite resist. "So, William, tell me about yourself. What brings you to this event?" she asked, trying to deflect her growing attraction.

William hesitated for a moment before finally responding. "I'm the CEO of a tech company. I'm here to make some connections and hopefully drum up some new business. But, honestly, I'm more interested in the company I'm keeping tonight," he said, smiling at her.

Emily felt her heart skip a beat as the intensity in William's eyes grew. "Well, lucky for you, I'm great company," she said playfully, trying to hide her growing feelings.

William chuckled. "I have no doubt about that," he said, pulling her closer as they swayed to the music.

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