Chapter 2 Prince Charming

SIA'S POV:

"Calm down, girl."

Jules, my childhood friend, kept trying to snatch the bottle of wine from my hand but failed miserably.

Apparently, I needed to drown my sorrows somewhere, so what better place than a club?

"I get that your husband cheated on you, but is he really worth this?" Jules asked, her tone laced with disbelief.

I rolled my eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

I didn't just lose my marriage and my title as Mrs. Wood-I lost money.

"You don't get it, Jules. I wasted three years of my life on that bastard, and all I managed to save was just five thousand dollars." I scoffed bitterly. If I had known the Wood family was so protective of their wealth-and so ridiculously stingy-I would have never married Ashton.

"What a waste."

Jules placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Hopefully, you'll get something in the divorce. So stop sulking," she added, and I simply nodded.

I needed a share of Ashton's properties-my little compensation for everything I had endured.

I had suffered enough in the slums while growing up, and I was never going back there.

My gaze drifted upstairs, where I noticed a tall man surrounded by New York's second-generation billionaires. He exuded power and had an irresistible pull to him.

And, God, he was hot-without even trying.

"I've never seen him here before, but he looks familiar," Jules murmured.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I stood up, only to stumble slightly. Jules was quick to catch me.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

I pointed toward the man upstairs.

"Go home. I have something important to do," I muttered, trying to push her away, but she held on. I frowned at her persistence.

"You're drunk, Sia. Let's just go back home."

"I am not drunk, Jules. Let go."

With a final push, I freed myself and made my way upstairs.

But by the time I got there, he was gone.

Curse you, Jules.

"Why do good things always run away from me?" I pouted.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a silhouette heading toward the corridor-the one leading to the private rooms.

Without a second thought, I followed him.

My prince charming was about to swipe his card to enter his room when I hurried forward, slipping inside just before the door closed behind us.

As expected, he turned to stare at me, a deep frown etching his face.

"You must be wondering who I am, but is that really important?" I teased, biting my lower lip.

God, he was so damn hot-and so tall.

I couldn't help but analyze just how big he must be under there.

He looked like Ian Somerhalder, and honestly, I wouldn't mind if he sank his fangs into my wet-

"Get out!" he roared, his deep, magnetic voice sending a thrilling shiver down my spine.

Definitely my type.

"I can't move," I murmured, watching his brows furrow as his gaze shifted from my face to my thighs.

Wondering why I can't move, perhaps?

"I scraped my knee falling for you. Do you happen to have a band-aid?" I asked, extending my hand toward his chest.

Before I could touch him, he grabbed my wrist, his warning gaze sharp.

"If you go any further, you'll regret it," he cautioned, his voice low and dangerous.

I chuckled.

"Then make me regret it-"

I hadn't even finished my sentence when he pushed me onto the bed.

The only thing I could see in his eyes was pure, unfiltered lust.

Of course he wants me.

"I respect women a lot," he murmured, a sinister smile tugging at his lips. "So, I'll do as you wish."

He moved on top of me, his body pressing against mine-

Wait.

I didn't even know his name. Or his medical records.

"Do you have a name? Or can I just call you mine...?"

"Shut up, lady. Let me," he muttered.

And just like that, I surrendered myself to him.

Maybe a lifetime of HIV was worth this night.