A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

"Oh Xavier...my stupid sister would die if she knew I was in your bed every night," a familiar feminine voice laughed followed by a loud moan. 

My steps faltered at the bedroom door. 

My hands on the knob froze as my lungs closed up, refusing to pull in air.

There-on the bed-was Xavier.

My fiancé.

My fiance of seventeen good years. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at my fate.

His sweaty body was pressed against my step-sister-Natasha, their limbs entangled as he pounded into her shamelessly.

The sound of her moans bouncing off the thin walls was like daggers piercing directly into my fragile heart.

My chest tightened, my hands trembling on the door knob.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.

 I wanted to look away, to pretend that this wasn't happening.

But I couldn't pretend like I did not just catch my fiance cheating on me with my own sister. 

Instead my pathetic eyes remained fixed on them.

How could they do this to me? 

How could he do this to me? 

Three years ago, my father's mistakes left the Harnes Group drowning in debts.

Since then, I'd been nothing more than a pawn to Xavier and my step-mother. 

Xavier was supposed to be my fiancée-the heir to the wealthy Kingsley family, the man who carried our family's name back into the spotlight.

My step-mother paraded me around as his perfect little fiance, while he treated me as trash.

And I told myself it was worth it, after all, it kept my mother's cancer treatments going.  

But now...seeing him with Natasha, tangled up like lovers, it broke everything in me.

After everything I had to sacrifice for this relationship, after all the years I gave him, yet he betrayed me like this?

"I love you Natasha. Your body is perfect," Xavier groaned against her neck. 

His voice sounded so gentle, making me wonder whether I had been delusional about his love for me all these years.

I couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to me like that, at least not in months, or years.

The air smelled of sex and sweat, and my stomach churned in nausea at it.

Natasha's head rolled back in ecstasy as she let out another moan, then spoke, "Tell me baby, do you love Leah, more than me?" She asked, her voice sounded smug as she spat her last words.

Tears blurred my vision, and I waited-pathetically, and desperately for his answer. 

My delusional mind refused to believe what my eyes were seeing, as what remained of my heart fluttered with hope that maybe, just maybe...

"Never mention a thing like her in my presence again," he spat, his tone laced with so much hate, and I felt all the blood in my body immediately going frozen.

"How could I ever love a thing like her? 

She's completely, and utterly pathetic.

 Always crying and pleading for help for her sick mother like a beggar. 

She disgusts me so badly. And I cannot wait to finally get rid of her," Xavier hissed venomously as Natasha's laughter rang out at his words. It felt like salt, rubbing on my open wounds.

My lips trembled as his words echoed endlessly in my head 'She disgusts me so badly. And I cannot wait to finally get rid of her.'

The hollow buzzing filled my skull, and I could not hear what else they were saying.

I could not breathe, I found it hard to take in air.