Married to the Billionaire to Divorce Him
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Chapter 8 Blinddate Aftermath img
Chapter 9 Nathaniel's POV 1 img
Chapter 10 Nathaniel's POV 1 - Continuation img
Chapter 11 Nathaniel Meets My Family img
Chapter 12 Nathaniel's Mother Visits img
Chapter 13 Meeting Nathaniel's Family img
Chapter 14 Meeting Nathaniel's Family 2 img
Chapter 15 The Dinner img
Chapter 16 Engagement Talk img
Chapter 17 A Mysterious Man img
Chapter 18 The Mysterious Call img
Chapter 19 Nathaniel's POV 2 img
Chapter 20 Hotel Scandal img
Chapter 21 Arguments img
Chapter 22 Argument 2 img
Chapter 23 Mrs. Hargrave's Offer img
Chapter 24 Meeting David Geezran img
Chapter 25 David Geezran's Gaze img
Chapter 26 GeeTech Team Dinner img
Chapter 27 Nathaniel or David img
Chapter 28 At David's House img
Chapter 29 At David's House 2 img
Chapter 30 New Apartment img
Chapter 31 Stalker at the Door img
Chapter 32 The Stalker img
Chapter 33 Nathaniel and David img
Chapter 34 At the Hotel img
Chapter 35 My decision img
Chapter 36 Unsettled Business img
Chapter 37 A Stranger img
Chapter 38 A Stranger 2 img
Chapter 39 Signing the Contract img
Chapter 40 At Hargrave Company img
Chapter 41 The Force Kiss img
Chapter 42 Meeting Mr. Hargrave img
Chapter 43 Meeting with Mr. Hargrave 2 img
Chapter 44 The Accident img
Chapter 45 Doctor's News img
Chapter 46 Love Confession img
Chapter 47 Nathaniel Visits img
Chapter 48 Getting Ready img
Chapter 49 Engagement Party Drama img
Chapter 50 Engagement Party Drama 2 img
Chapter 51 Sleeping at Hargrave Masion img
Chapter 52 Telling the Truth img
Chapter 53 A Snitch img
Chapter 54 A Sleepless Night img
Chapter 55 The Talk img
Chapter 56 Before Breakfast img
Chapter 57 In the Bathroom img
Chapter 58 Jessica's Request img
Chapter 59 The Wedding Day img
Chapter 60 Wedding Reception img
Chapter 61 Wedding Reception 2 img
Chapter 62 My Ex at My Reception img
Chapter 63 Wedding Night img
Chapter 64 Meeting My Ex img
Chapter 65 Scandal Videos img
Chapter 66 The Live Interview img
Chapter 67 The Ex Rumors img
Chapter 68 Trip to Bukan img
Chapter 69 The Fortune Teller img
Chapter 70 Drunk Sex img
Chapter 71 After Sex Trauma img
Chapter 72 Photoshoot img
Chapter 73 After the HoneyMoon img
Chapter 74 David Found Out img
Chapter 75 Forced to the Gala Alone img
Chapter 76 The Gala img
Chapter 77 My Savior at img
Chapter 78 More Sex img
Chapter 79 After Sex img
Chapter 80 Ava is Gone img
Chapter 81 Ava's Absence img
Chapter 82 Rescuing Ava img
Chapter 83 Ava in a Coma img
Chapter 84 Ava in a Coma img
Chapter 85 Taking Care of Ava img
Chapter 86 Ava's Awake img
Chapter 87 Rachel's Interuption img
Chapter 88 Ava's Finally Home img
Chapter 89 Jessica's Penalty img
Chapter 90 Christy and Priscilla Clash img
Chapter 91 Jessica's Rage img
Chapter 92 Nathaniel is Back img
Chapter 93 Sexual Intimacy & Love img
Chapter 94 Truths & Promises img
Chapter 95 The Beach Date img
Chapter 96 Is He My Son img
Chapter 97 Telling Jessica About the Son img
Chapter 98 Visitations img
Chapter 99 More Tension & Sex img
Chapter 100 Can't Get Enough img
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Chapter 4 Our Second Meeting

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered to myself, gripping my camera tighter as I walked into the Rosewood Hotel lobby.

I needed content for my blog, so I headed to Rosewood Hotel for some photos and videos. It was one of the top-rated hotels in the city, and the views were always breathtaking. I needed something fresh and exciting for my followers, so I figured a day at the hotel would be perfect.

This was supposed to be a productive day-get content for my blog and youtube channel, take stunning photos of the hotel's luxurious amenities, and maybe enjoy a peaceful afternoon by the pool.

But no. Fate had other plans.

Standing near the elevator, laughing with two ridiculously gorgeous women, was the same guy-The Worst Driver Alive. My experience with him a day ago had left a bad impression, and I never wanted to bump into him again.

He was dressed in a white shirt tucked into fitted black slacks, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off annoyingly perfect forearms. But that wasn't what caught my attention.

It was the fact that he had two stunning women hanging off his arms. Both looked like high-end models. One had long, wavy blonde hair and wore a bright red dress that hugged her curves. The other had jet-black hair and legs that seemed to go on forever, her emerald-green dress shimmering under the sunlight.

I quickly turned away, my heart pounding for no reason. Why was I even surprised? Of course, a guy like him was with two gorgeous women. He probably had an entire list of them waiting in line.

"No wonder he has such a shitty personality. Women are all over him. His looks and popularity have already gotten into his small head. Disgusting," I muttered to myself.

They laughed at everything he said as he flirted with them. He probably thought he was God's gift to women.

I swallowed my irritation and focused on blending into the background.

Don't look. Don't react. Just do your job, Ava.

I kept my head down, pretending to review photos on my camera in a corner, facing the wall.

One of the women pressed the elevator button, and I caught a glimpse of their conversation.

"Are we going up to have some fun?" the blonde asked, as she traced a finger across his chest.

"Of course," he said casually. "That's why we're here."

The elevator dinged, and they stepped inside. As the doors closed, he glanced up, his gaze sweeping the lobby. I turned back to face the wall, my heart beating fast.

The last thing I saw before the elevator closed?

His hand on the waist of the one on green.

I rolled my eyes and turned away.

Whatever. Not my business. Not my problem.

Thankfully, he didn't see me.

Good.

I shook my head. Focus, Ava. You're here for work, not to spy on a playboy like him.

With them gone, I tried to shake off the annoyance and focus on my task. After taking some more pictures and doing some videos, I made my way to the pool area. The hotel's outdoor pool was stunning, framed by swaying palm trees and classy white lounge chairs, fancy umbrellas, and a sparkling blue pool that stretched across half the space.The kind of place where people came to relax, spend too much money, and post pictures to make others jealous.

It was perfect.

I crouched near the edge of the pool, framing my shot. The angle was just right when a shadow fell over me.

"I know you're stalking me. Stop pretending. You staged that car accident just to get my attention or fabricate a story."

I froze for a moment. I knew his voice, it was him. I bent my head down, almost laughing at his stupid statement.

Seriously? Me? Stalking him? Fat chance!

I didn't bother looking up. Ignoring him was the best solution for my peace of mind. I focused on my camera, adjusting the settings.

"Guess you're a reporter... looking for a way to ruin me. I know ladies like you," he taunted.

I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes on the viewfinder.

"Ladies like you just want a piece of me, then keep quiet after collecting some money, gifts or maybe an erotic night with me. You're all the same."

That was it, I couldn't keep quiet as planned.

"Think whatever you want, I don't care. I am not interested in anything about you." I finally responded. Waving my hand at him like I was chasing a fly away.

"So I guess it's just a coincidence you were at the front earlier, too?" he spoke to me like I had to prove myself.

I crossed my arms. "Oh, you mean when you were walking into the hotel with your-" I made air quotes. "'Friends'?"

He laughed a bit, sarcastically. "Jealous?"

I laughed too. "Not in this lifetime."

I snapped the photos I wanted from that angle and stood up trying to look like I wasn't interested in talking to him. But I made a mistake by standing up and facing his direction.

I froze, my grip tightening on the camera.

There he was shirtless.

Water droplets clung to his hair, dripping down his skin down to his broad, chiseled abs that hinted at a disciplined gym routine. A small towel hung loosely around his neck.

Not that I was intentionally looking.

I quickly looked away, turning to walk off, but my foot slipped on the wet tiles.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, looking for how to gain balance.

Before I hit the ground, a strong hand gripped my arm, steadying me.

For a moment, I was too stunned to react. His grip was firm, his body too close. My hand had landed squarely on his chest which was warm, hard, and completely distracting. I froze, realizing where my hand was.

Am I staring at his chest like I've never seen a shirtless man before?

"Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn't want you falling all over me," he said, trying to mock me.

I jerked my hand back like I'd been burned, my face was turning pink or maybe red.

"Don't call me sweetheart, and let go of me," I snapped.

He released me, stepping back with an unconcerned expression. "As you wish."

I glared at him, heart pounding for reasons I didn't want to acknowledge. Without warning, he brushed past me, deliberately bumping my shoulder.

Thrown off balance, I stumbled backward, and fell straight into the pool.

The cold water swallowed me, and I came up sputtering, gasping for air. Everyone at the pool side were laughing like it was something funny. Including him and his side bitches.

I pushed my soaked hair out of my face, suppressing my rising anger.

He stood at the edge of the pool, arms crossed, completely unfazed.

"You asked for it," he said casually.

"You-asshole!" I splashed water at him. "You did that on purpose!"

"You tripped yourself," he said, bending down to take a good look at me in the pool. Like my frustration pleased him.

I swam to the other edge, pulling myself out with as much dignity as possible. My clothes clung to me, water dripping onto the floor.

"You are the most foolish person I've ever met," I spat, walking up to him.

He froze, eyes widening slightly. Then I realized, my clothes were soaked through and completely see-through, clinging to my body.

I quickly grabbed a towel from a nearby chair, wrapping it around myself.

"At least your body's better than your face," he shot back.

That was it-the last straw.

I marched up to him and slapped him hard across the face. Gasps echoed around us.

The blonde woman stood up, storming toward me. "How dare you slap-"

"Do you want to get slapped too?" I glared at her with a dead serious face. She hesitated, clearly reading the seriousness in my expression, then backed off.

He didn't say anything either, just stared at me with a look that promised we shouldn't cross paths again.

Grabbing my camera bag, which thankfully hadn't fallen into the water, I marched away, my wet shoes squeaking against the floor.

One thing was clear:

I hated him. No! I despised him, with my whole heart, soul and body.

            
            

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