The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 42

Aidan's POV

I wake up with a banging headache. I groan and flutter my eyes open. The sun seeping into the room

makes me shut my eyes back the moment I open it. My eyes hurt. After a while of keeping it shut, I

open it again.

I see a feminine hand wrapped around my body and I turn to my side to see the girl beside me sleeping

soundly. I suddenly remember what happened last night, how I brought the girl from the party to my

villa.

I sigh heavily and pick up my phone from the stand to see the time. It is past 8 am already. I curse

silently and throw the girl's arms away together with my phone before jumping down from the bed.

I pick up my phone again to check if there is any message from Chloe but there is none. The girl stirs in

her sleep and I realize I don't even know her name. I didn't bother to ask for her name, we only went

straight to business.

I rush into the bathroom to take a bath, thinking of what excuse to give to Roland. I don't even know if

he is coming for an appointment today or not. Chloe did not call to tell me if she was able to fix another

appointment for today or not.

I take a quick bath and hurry out, to wear a simple dress since I have no official clothes in here with

me. The clothes I have here are just casual ones. I decided to bring the girl here because I couldn't

wait to have sex and the villa is nearer than my apartment.

When I am out of the bathroom, I see her sitting up in bed with the comforter on her chest and her hair

disheveled.

"Hi", she greets me with a smile. I ignore her and walk to the closet. She clears her throat and says.

"Hey."

"Stand up, get dressed and leave. I need to be at work, I am late already", I utter, wearing my clothes in

a hurry.

"What?"

I turn to her, wondering why she seems surprised that I am asking her to leave. We are done with

business, aren't we? She wanted sex and I wanted it too, now that everything is over, isn't she

supposed to leave?

"What do you mean by what? You expect me to leave you here?" I raise my brows in question.

"No, but I thought...."

"You are wasting my time, I have a lot to do at work. Get up and leave please", I return to wearing my

clothes. I am in no mood for arguments. My anger right now is towards Chloe and I can't wait to get to

work and shout at her.

I pull the shirt over my head and bend to pick a shoe to match my dress. I barely go to work like this but

I have no choice. My clothes from last night are ruined and I am making a mental note to order office

wear to be delivered to the villa on my next visit.

I twirl around and move over to the bed to pick up my wrist watch and phone. The girl is still sitting on

the bed, without attempting to go like I requested.

"What are you still doing? I asked you to leave", I say in a harsh tone and point to the door.

"You can't just ask me to leave like that, I......."

"I can't ask you to leave?" I sneer at her.

"This is my house, woman. Stand up this minute and get lost! Don't waste any more of my time", I yell.

She stares back at me with a daring look.

Then, she stands up with the comforter wrapped firmly around her and begins to pick up her clothes

tossed in different directions when we were in the heat of the moment last night. She wears them as I

wait with folded arms.

When she is fully dressed, she glares at me coldly. "Good. You can go now."

"Aren't you going to pay me?" She

demands with disbelief.

Reality dawns on me that I brought home a whore. I never thought she is one and I am surprised that

girls who have sex for money are at the party, just like the girl before me. I am thinking girls found in

high-class clubs like this, have sex with whoever they want for fun. I have always thought girls who

have sex for money are seen in low-class clubs.

I shake my head, not wanting to argue further with her. Besides, she is wasting my time and I don't

intend to go without seeing her leave first. I pick up my trousers from last night and bring out some

notes. I stretch it to her without counting and she grabs it almost immediately.

"Will you go now?"

She regards me with another cold glare and mutters an inaudible word before storming out. I heave a

sigh of relief before following suit.

****

"Why the hell didn't you call me?" I bark at Chloe. She is standing in my office with her hands behind

her. I can't help the anger I am feeling. Roland refused to let her fix another appointment and I know

the deal with him will be canceled.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Don't fucking tell me you are sorry. Just give me a good reason why you couldn't call me. You know

how important this is yet you did not bother to call me", I bang the table in frustration. The deal with

Roland is a big one, worth millions.

"I thought you were going home to rest because you left the office early so I decided to text you instead

of calling so I wouldn't bother you. I'm sorry, sir."

"If I went home to rest like you claim you thought, would I come back to see Madeline? What is fucking

wrong with you? What sort of stupid thought and assumption is that? Did I ask you to be considerate? I

fucking employed you to be my secretary, not the one looking after me." I shout and she flinches.

"I'm sorry, sir", she sniffs.

I am so angry that I feel like firing her this minute but I know I don't have the time to go through the

trouble of looking for another secretary and teaching her what to do and what not to do.

I don't even know if the person I am going to employ next will be better than Chloe or worse. My former

secretary was fired because of her clumsiness even though she is competent and hardworking.

I guess I am stuck with Chloe for now, I thought.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and I mutter. "When this happens next time, you will be

fired."

"Yes, sir."

"Go!" I order and she leaves immediately.

Since Roland is no longer interested in getting the deal finished, I guess I will just let it go. I can't beg

him to come back when it's obvious I am not the one at fault but my stupid secretary.

I open my laptop to begin work, pushing the thoughts of Roland away. I have plans to call Richard later

in the day, we didn't see each other after he left to see the girl he kept talking about and I wonder if they

ended up in bed. I thought I was going to see his missed calls this morning but I didn't see any missed

calls.

I hear a knock at the door and I raise my head before permitting the person to come in.

It is Chloe and I wonder why she is in here, instead of calling me.

"What is the matter?" I question her, looking back at my work on the desk.

"You have a package, sir", she replies. I hoist my head again in curiosity. This is when I see the box in

her hand.

"A package?"

"Yes, sir", she moves forward to drop it on my desk. I am wondering what it is about and from who.

"You can go", I tell her. She nods and leaves.

After looking at the package for a while with my hands on my jaw out of curiosity, I grab it and begin to

tear it open.

The first thing I see is a note and it reads, "This is the best birthday present ever from your best friend."

I realize today is my birthday. I forgot today is my birthday and my curiosity increased. Who is my best

friend? Is it Richard or mother? Who can it be?

Mother is always the first to call and wish me a happy birthday and I wonder why she hasn't called

today. I continue tearing the package open till it reveals what is inside. It is a camera. I am confused.

Why is my birthday present a camera? Who sent this? What is inside the camera?

I place my hand on the button at the right side and I start it. A video pops up immediately and I play it.

I see a man and a woman in each other's arms, kissing each other while standing. I can't see the faces.

I watch in attention and wait for a while before they fell on the large bed. The man moves away and I Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

see the girl's face.

"Tessa?" I call out loud. I am not supposed to be surprised but I am.

Is she the one that sent this? What is happening? I have always known she is a slut and this is enough

evidence.

When the man begins to thrust into her with his head bent, he trails kisses all over her before raising

his head.

This is when I see his face and the answer to all the questions I have been asking myself.

It is Damien.