Chapter 1 The Divorced Papers

Nova Bassey's POV»

Tears sipped from my eyes as I squeezed the papers in my hand. That bloody bastard! After everything I did for him for three years straight! He went right out to impregnate another woman and slammed divorce papers in my face.

My parents' words had been haunting me ever since I found out he was a cheat. "He doesn't love you and will leave you for a richer and prettier woman soon enough." Not only did my parents say that to me but the people around me as well.

Now that I had been rendered useless, mummified with debts from head to toe, he actually left me for a richer and prettier woman.

I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror that stood in the hotel room and watched the tears roll down my face before wiping them off.

I needed a distraction before dark thoughts would fill my mind, so I decided to drink until I dropped. No fun drinking alone in my room, that would only make me feel more pathetic than I already was.

A club was the perfect distraction, and who knew maybe the universe would bless me with a handsome man to take my worries away for the night.

Nothing I had was good enough for a club. Who needed clubbing outfits when you worked day and night without rest?

Luckily for me, there were a few times I'd have to attend special events, so I went through those clothes instead.

Nothing was as eye-catching as the dark red off-shoulder dress I owned. It effortlessly showed my curves and the top of my full breast peaked out from it.

I wanted to show some skin, and it was perfect as its length was only a little above my thigh.

The young blonde receptionist couldn't seem to hide how surprised she was to see me. Just that morning when I checked in, I was nothing but a mess.

"Wow, Miss Bassey, you look amazing." She complimented as she tried to hide her surprise. Though it failed.

When was the last time I received a compliment?

"I know," I smiled. "What's the closet club around here?"

"DareDevils. Hail a cab and they'll take you straight there."

I nodded with a brief smile before leaving the reception.

The air was refreshing. The road bustled with cars and bikes and the livelihood seemed promising. A cab stopped in front of me and the young-looking driver seemed dazed as his eyes landed on me.

I hopped in the backseat and did my seatbelt. "DareDevils." The words came out as plain as ever.

He nodded his head and began driving.

As much as I hated it, my ex-husband, Marvin, clouded my thoughts and made me feel bitter inside. I still loved him and hated myself for that.

The only thing that made me smile was how the driver occasionally peaked at me through the front mirror.

His driving skills were so smooth that I hardly realized it when the car came to a stop. I paid him and walked away. A cab driver wasn't the kind of fun I was looking for tonight.

Welcomed by the giant red double D's on the building wall, I inhaled before going in.

As I had expected, a lot of men were attracted to my beauty and even guys with women with them turned around to look at me. The night was just starting.

Knocking twice to get the bartender's attention, a young lady with piercings all over her face walked over to get my order as I sat down on the free stool. "Give me the hardest you've got."

Her hair was spiked up like an animé character and her lips were buried in a black color that matched her eyeshadow. Even with her goth makeup, she was pretty.

She was completely topless and wore red string panties with confidence as she served her customers.

Her black lips formed a twisted smile. Judging from the look on her pierced face, it would indeed be very hard. But I didn't mind, the point was to drop after all.

In front of me sat a small shot looking like a normal whiskey and I asked myself, what harm could this cute little thing do?

Turned out, it was a cute devil as it burnt down my throat and caused my face to scrunch ugly for more than a second. The feeling, though, was exhilarating! It made my entire body come alive in an instant though I was covered in goosebumps.

"It's that hard, huh?"

My head twisted to the side as I heard a deep voice beside me and my eyes took in the handsomeness of a bright young man with brown hair and taunting blue eyes. I could tell he was broad-shouldered and masculine from the way his shirt held on to him so firmly, and he was the kind of fun I was looking for. He shot me with the brightest smile and I felt my nipples harden.

His eyes looked me up and down, and I could have sworn he licked his lips.

"Pretty much, but not as hard as I am right now." I was taken aback by how forward I had been and a part of me silently begged he didn't think of me as an easy slut.

His smile froze as he gazed at me, giving me tingly feelings in my middle. "Would you like me to ease you up?" His brows twitched up as he asked.

I felt my lips curve into a smile and I grabbed his hand for him to lead me out of the club. Thank you universe for heading my prayer!

His car was beyond impressive, but I had known earlier that he was a rich kid. We drove down to my hotel and went straight to my room to get down to business.

The receptionist gave me a sly smile as she saw us walk in, and my cheeks burnt red.

His touch was gentle but mind-ravaging! Slowly and tenaciously, he trailed down my body, feeling my curves and destroying my sense of reasoning.

My hands wrapped around his neck as he placed a soft and gentle kiss on my lips that felt as though it had been the breeze! Boy did he know how to tease a woman.

I didn't even realize it as he undid my zip. My nerves were on edge as I felt my dress slide down my body to the floor. Our kiss depended on and I was left moaning. I would have moaned out his name if only I had known it.

A hand cupped my tits and stroked my already hard nipples and all I wanted was to feel him inside me already.

Every kiss and every touch pushed me further and further out of my mind until I was completely insane.

I was left surprised at how his touches had effortlessly driven me out of my mind.