Sex with a Billionaire

The Other Side of Damien

As the cab screeches to a stop, I quickly paid the cab driver. All I could think of was meeting him again. Being free with him. As fast as I could, I rushed toward the mansion. My throbbing ankle twisted as I blindly ran.

I screamed out in pain, causing to attract attention. A woman with two children on the street looked at me worriedly. "You should wear shoes outside, and your ankle is swollen. It needs medical attention."

I managed a weak smile at her. "I have to meet someone really badly. It's all I think about right now. "

I limped the rest of the way to the mansion. It was a slow and painful process, but if I see him again, it will be all worth it.

Finally, I reached the mansion doors. I rang the doorbell, and the butler looked out to me. "Come in, Miss Rosaline. Mr. Damien wasn't expecting you."

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I started my way up the steps of his staircase when a maid stopped me. "I'm sorry...Miss Rosaline...Mr. Damien is...not in the state of meeting you." She seemed to be trying to use nice words to describe the situation.

"And what is that?" I asked.

The maid looked away and fidgeted. "I will tell Mr. Damien that you are here."

What is this mysterious situation that the maid refuses to tell? What could be any worse than what has happened?

"Mr. Damien is in...a meeting. He cannot meet you right now," the maid said.

I sighed, defeated. "Please tell me when he is done." The maid quickly nodded, and I spun on my heel to head down the stairs.

That was when I heard a moaning noise, then suckling noises following it. What was going on?! I marched up the stairs, pushing past the maid.

"You think having sex with his business partner is normal?"

The maid looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry for what Mr. Damien has done, Miss Rosaline."

What is she talking about? Why wouldn't she just tell me what is going on?

As I head down the hall, the noises got louder. Then I hear a loud groan and "Damien".

Is Damien...with another girl?!

Tears form in my eyes. No, it can't be him. It just can't be. He would never do that to me. He just wouldn't!

I get to the door at the end of the hall. I gather up the little courage I have and twists the knob.

Oh no he didn't! But he had.

On the bed was a blondie, stripped of any clothes, and her legs wide apart.

A man, with Damien's hair, was suckling her pu*sy, so I couldn't see his face. No doubt it had to be Damien. There was no other way.

I could feel the tears stream down my cheeks. Why did I think I was any different? That he would choose me over all the other girls in the world? What was so special about me that I would believe that he loved me, and only me?!

The blondie finally looked up at me. "Damien, I think we have company."

A familiar, muffled voice said, "I thought I told Maria to stay out."

I could see the blondie's lips curl into a smile. "No, it's not her. Looks like someone you fucked."

I could feel a strong surge of hate towards that stupid blondie. Curse her good looks, her curves, her perfect face! Though I could feel an even stronger hate towards Damien. Couldn't he have just told me he didn't like me? That I was no different?!