Seduced By The British Billionaire(18)

“Can we just go our separate ways Charles and pretend none of this has happened? It’s not you, it’s me.” She lied to him, looking him straight in the eye as the falsehood slipped off of her tongue.



Charles slammed his eyes shut for a second. Rubbing them furiously, he took in a deep breath. “Shit,” he mouthed softly. “This isn’t what I wanted.” His lips tightened in a grim line.



She shrugged apologetically. “We can’t always get what we want, not even someone as rich as you.”



Jutting his chin, Charles eyes lowered. “Now that’s not fair,” he pointed out. “You don’t know what my life is like, so you can’t judge.”



Crossing her arms defiantly, she cocked an eyebrow haughtily. “Oh can’t I?” Her tone was aghast. “Says the lying ill cheater with a supermodel wife.” She snapped. Almost immediate she felt the repercussion of her decision to blow her top. She regretted it as the words came out, cringing inside as his face turned from fury to utter disbelief.



He had been caught. His entire body stiffened uncomfortably. “Amber I…”



“You don’t get to talk.” She hissed with flared nostrils. “What the hell Charles? Did you think that I just wouldn’t find out about your wife or the nice little pill drawer you have going in your bathroom? What am I to you, some kind of sick game?” She pointed her finger rudely at him. “I have feelings for you. More than I wish I did. But you had to screw that up didn’t you?”



He started to speak, but she cut him off.



“No.” Her hand flashed up. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. Go home to your wife and fuck her instead.”



With almost all the strength she could muster, she threw her weight against the door. He jerked his hand back before she could crush it. Then leaning against the door, she sank to the floor with tears rolling down her face. Her heart ached. How badly she wanted to tell him how she felt towards him. Maybe if he had begged her to forgive him… But no, she couldn’t give in like that. She wasn’t going to be treated like a side babe for whenever he got horny enough. She wanted some sort of value in herself. As far as she was concerned, she was nothing to him but a good time. Drowning in her sorrow, the lump in her throat increasing to a detrimental size, she fished out her phone. Flashing Melanie a text, she sighed.



Need a drink…bad

Tonight was going to be a long night, and she didn’t want to do it sober…or alone.

*

Lights in the club flashed striations until it would make anyone epileptic instantly drop into seizure mode. There was even a warning on the door about it, which almost everyone ignored. But it was wild and loud, a perfect distraction to the outside world. Amber knew she was going a little crazy searching out this kind of distraction. But she couldn’t seem to help herself. She wanted to forget him and forget everything. Melanie seemed to always be successful in these kinds of places, so why couldn’t she?



“Woooooo!” Melanie came and sat at the little table next to her, her Martini raised in the air above her mini skirt and tube top. “See I told you this was fun,” She said encouragingly. “And so many single men here, goodness who do I choose?” She winked her eye, sarcastically posing the situation as a problem.



Amber eyed the crowd of young men and women dancing erotically to steady streams of music. They all looked like a giant heap of sex, rubbing and grinding freely against each other. Wasn’t exactly the kind of world she was used to, but right now she didn’t care; she felt soiled by the touch of a man already who seemed to treat it like a one night stand. Downing half her drink in one fell swoop, she slammed it on the tabled. Her eyes were half crazed at the moment, waiting for the buzz to drive her towards her goal. Once the alcohol took her in its clutches, she would begin the hunt. The art of woman would commence, picking out her prey for the night.



“I’ll watch your drink.” Melanie giggled, plainly showing her buzz upon sitting down. “You go have fun.” Her voice slurred a little with her accent. She didn’t care. “Ha! I’m a little drunk girl,” she admitted, her hand fanning the air. “Gee it’s hot in here.”



Amber grinned, feeling the first initial shock of warmth wash over her body as well. It made her feel alive. “Don’t drink too much.” She hollered over her shoulder while walking towards the massive throng. Somewhere in there would be someone who could drown away her feelings for the night. Equipped with only a tiny little red dress and stiletto heels, she bumped her booty inside. Someone’s hand reached out to touch her, but upon turning around, she couldn’t tell whose it was. Everything was up for grabs in the place. Her body moved and twisted to the beat. She let her mind go, relishing in the music until the alcohol had claimed her as its servant.