Falling For The Married Billionaire

TIARA HALE

Who said life gets better as we grow?

I really need to know the person because I needed to ask why life gets harder and more complicated as we grow physically and advance in age. Or was it just my life?

And to make matters worse history will always find a way to repeat itself... without filtering out the bad memories and occurrences. In fact, history always picks on one's bad memories and makes them happen again and again.

I have a life filled with bad memories that I had chosen to forget and let go but life had to happen over and over.

This ache.

This pain.

This humiliation.

All of it. I have been through this before.

It wasn't new to me.

But that doesn't make it less painful. I could have avoided this if I had turned back and away from this office when I heard the moans and groans. The sounds of pleasure would have been appealing to me if I wasn't the one standing outside the door... if I was the one that was inside the office moaning, I wouldn't have felt this pain.

My heart constricted painfully not just because of the scene before me. The pain I was feeling at the moment was caused by the despair I had buried within me. The remembrance of my past, heartbreaking memories, and the accumulation of pains that I had pushed beyond the surface.

This pain was caused by the resurgence of my past which had now become my present... again.

And like always, this fresh wound was inflicted on my heart by that one person that I had believed was my person. Mine. My man. But like I said, history always repeats itself.

As I stood, shaking internally and trying not to crumble under the weight of my painful memories, two pairs of unapologetic eyes stared at me. Those eyes were even ridiculing me which may be because the owners knew that there was nothing I could do to either of them.

Not to my supposed man.

And definitely, not the chick he had chosen to cheat on me with.

"Have you ever been taught that it is rude to stare?"

The shameless blond that "my man" had sitting on his lower body as she rode him said to me, asking me to close the door so they could continue the action that was considered pleasurable to them but it was simply a heartbreaking sight for me.

To think that they were both still connected down there despite the fact that I had been standing here, by the door, for the past five minutes or so. They didn't scramble to get away from each other or hide their sinful acts from me.

it might be sinful to me since the man I had been seeing for the past eleven months had decided to cheat on me with the same girl that walked into our workplace eleven days ago but neither of them thought I had the right to be there, in my supposed man's office at that moment.

Since I wasn't invited.

"You should listen to her, chef. You shouldn't invade others' private moments. I have every right to sue you and I'll do that if you don't close the door and return to your post this instant."

Those words that communicated nothing but displeasure to me were said to me by my supposed man. A man I thought I might have a chance with after so many heartbreaking relationships. A man that I had stupidly trusted and given my all for the past months. A man that I started working with a year ago and started dating eleven months ago.

I should have known he would do this or should I say I have seen the red flags yet I didn't run nor did I stop seeing him, giving my body and time to him.

I shouldn't have ignored the red flags and after experiencing this since I started dating like every other girl, I shouldn't have given him my heart. I shouldn't have opened up to him. Maybe if I had listened to those that warned me about him, I wouldn't be in the position at the moment.

Imagine. The same man that spent weeks chasing me was this man. The man that I thought would help me achieve my dreams of becoming the best chef and having my restaurant was the same man that just told me that he would sue me.

He was buried within another woman yet he didn't look fazed and he wasn't even drunk. As if that would have made me feel better. The thought of that didn't stop tears from rolling down my cheeks.

I couldn't boldly say I was crying because of the two disgusting animals that I was staring at but I could boldly say my tears were caused by the fact that life had always been like this to me. I have always loved only to get cheated on or abandoned.

This injustice started way before I started dating. I shouldn't be surprised that I was getting dumbed by men when the man that was supposed to be with me for the rest or most parts of my life had left me when I was younger.

My dad left. He dumped my mom and me and never looked back to know how we were doing.

Maybe I had my mom's bad luck when it comes to finding love or getting loved.

"Isn't she the pastry chef? Why is she crying? Does she have virgin eyes? My granny wouldn't act like this if she walks in on me having sex..."

The blond girl whose name I had chosen to forget even had the audacity to move on slowly and sensually on my man... I mean on the head chef's shaft. She didn't seem like the same girl I had been showing around and gilding since she was the newbie the head chef had placed in my section.

So she doesn't know me now? And was she comparing me to her granny or saying that her granny was better than me? She must be thinking that my tears were signs of weakness. Did she even know that the man she was riding had been my man for the past eleven months? Does she even know that I had been planning our first anniversary for the past two months?

I have bought gifts for fuck sake!

"Shouldn't you at least be sorry? If you aren't, you should at least pretend to be sorry, Jude. It's me, Jude-"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Jude? I'm the boss around here and you will call me by my title. Who the hell are you by the way? You are a girl that I had taken pity on and given a place in my kitchen despite your whack skills!"

His reaction made me wonder if the blond added sugar or honey or any kind of sweetener to her pussy. Was I getting cheated on because we never really went on a date? We have always been sneaking around the kitchen or this same office to have a quickie.

Jude, the head chef, had never been to my house since I stayed with my mom until last month. I had never taken him home but my mom knew him. Even Jayden knew Jude. Jayden didn't like him neither did my mom.

But I stupidly believed that they were judging our relationship because Jude and I worked in the same restaurant. Jude was the overall head chef while I was simply the patissier, the pastry chef or should I say the baker that loves playing around with flour and milk?

I wondered if he was acting like that because of his newfound chick or because he had never loved me. I asked myself if I would stand there and watch the man I had invested my time in cheat on me and go unpunished like the rest that had come before him.

"Whack skills? Huh, Jude? I thought I was the best baker in town and as you said during those days, no one can take my place but I see some chick had taken my place on your pea size penis. It is such a shame that I have to witness this day... again."

I was pained that despite insinuating that he had a small penis, Jude had a massive tool between his legs and a big part of me knew that was one of the few reasons I stayed with him despite the red flags. That and the fact that my work didn't give me the time to meet other men.

Even if I had met them, it wouldn't have lasted. It wouldn't have ended like this or worse.

Maybe I fell in love with the convenience in our relationship or I was trying in love since my heart ached as he remained under and within the blond girl.

"You didn't tell me you were banging the patissier too, head chef."

The blond girl exclaimed. I thought she would slap Jude and walk out of the office but her next choice of words shocked me and drove me to the breaking point. I was enraged.

"She could have been invited for a threesome. I like toned skin girls.."

Jude laughed and he held my gaze before slamming into her. He was clearly daring me to do my worst. That was enough to make me realize that he never loved me and that I have been played for a fool.

"Join us or leave us. You can either choose to have fun or be the granny that my granny isn't."

The blond added, moaning and clinging to Jude. I was appalled. Sleeping with my man wasn't enough. She had the guts to insult me and Jude had the audacity to snicker. They would both pay even if I knew I would be the one paying with my employment status.

I left the office with the determination to make Jude pay. The cheating couple thought I had decided to be the granny as I walked away. My feets hurried to the chef's changing room. I pulled my bag out of the locker I had kept it earlier this morning and walked back to Jude's office, storming like a bull.

"Don't you ever give up? I thought my third leg was a peanut to you. Why are you so red over losing a peanut, Tiara.'

Jude yelled at me when I barged into his office again. I sure would miss his third legs and I wished I could chop it off and take it with me but I didn't want to ruin my clean criminal record because of a dickhead like him.

Yet my hand reached for the cold metal in my bag as the blond girl spoke to me again.

"Your time is over, granny. It's my time with the-"

She couldn't finish uttering her meaningless words though because I pulled out the only weapon I had and pointed it at them; the cheaters. Jude and the blond girl finally released themselves when they saw the dark shiny weapon that I had with me.

"Tell me that's a fake gun, Tia... babe. Y-you aren't a c-cr-minal, ba-baby..."

"I di-didn't want to come here or do this. He forced me. Please don't pull the trigger.."

Jude spoke out first, making use of the sweet voice that had deceived me for eleven months and the blond girl also voiced out, clearly lying to save her head. They were both going to pay for the past.

They would be punished for past relationships that broke my heart and left without getting punished.

Jude would pay for the past cheaters he had made me remember. Someone has to pay to make sure such never happens again and I have chosen Jude because he got me wanting more from the fake relationship... more than ever.

"Baby, let's settle this without the gun. Please."

Because I hadn't pulled the trigger, Jude must have thought that I was having second thoughts but I smirked evilly, walked closer to the couple, and pointed the gun directly at Jude's eyes. It would have been more satisfying if I had pointed it at his massive third leg but I stayed put and without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.

Jude had never screamed so loud, not even during sex.

TIARA HALE

Nothing could beat this.

Although I knew I was going to regret the action I had decided to take, following my impulse, I had never felt better. Pulling the trigger and hearing his screams made me smile like the devil if there was one that was a female.

"Shït, Bïtch!"

Jude cussed but that didn't stop me from applying more pressure on the trigger of the gun. Of course, Jude wasn't dead. He was alive but he would have to bear some amount of pain for the next few hours since I had attacked him with a pepper spray gun... the best of its kind.

This was blissful.

"It isn't a real gun."

The blond chick exclaimed and tried to attack me, but that only made me point the gun at her, spraying her ugly face with the contents. A smile stretched my face as she screamed too. How about using her mouth for something other than moaning?

Take that!

"Took you long enough to figure out that I wouldn't stain my hands with your rancid blood. This will do just fine and I do hope you both find a way to keep banging each other without your eyes."

I stated darkly and chuckled. They messed with me at the wrong time. If my mom could see me now, she wouldn't believe that her daughter just stood up to a cheater. My previous experiences had always ended with a cliche narrative.

Catch a man cheating, ask him why he would do that to me, and then cry for days or weeks, or months. It depends on how deep I had fallen, like the emotional fool I was.

But not this time though. I was done acting like a victim. I was still the victim though and that's why I chose the nonlethal self-defense method.

"I'll ruin you, Tiara. Kiss your job goodbye!"

Jude finally got over his deflated ego and he threatened me even though his eyes were still suffering from the irritating impact of the pepper spray. It would take them both thirty minutes or more to recover and by then I would be long gone and out of reach.

I wasn't scared of Jude, but it was a relief that he didn't know where I lived.

"For your information, job owner, I quit! And in case your useless brain hasn't noticed or registered this, I am done with you, Jude. I dump your cheating ass and I hope to never see you again, ässhole!"

I barked even though my natural voice made it sound like a squeak. Jude would get the message I was trying to pass across regardless. That was all that mattered. Rather than wallow in pain alone, he should suffer too, no matter how short-term his suffering would be. This was also the first time I said the word "dump" first. Feels good...

"I'll make you regret this! Do you know who I am-"

"You seem like a cheap slüt, silly and there is nothing your tiny self can do to me. It's a pepper spray gun this time. It won't be the next time I see you."

The Blond had the guts to threaten me. She looked incapable of performing any other activities or actions except riding a man. What could the likes of her do to make me regret venting my anger and misery?_ Nothing. She couldn't do a thing and even if she managed to make a move, I had Jayden. He would break her and throw her in the trash where she belonged.

"Let's see if you can make your dreams come true after what you have done to me. I'll make sure you never..."

"Hush, Jude. I know you are shameless, but it's breaking my heart to see you passing empty threats with your third leg wagging between your two legs like a dog's tail. You can do better, head chef, and good luck finding a Patissier like me. We both know those in there can't get the job done as I do."

Making reference to the other chefs in the kitchen, I retorted and took one final look at the man I had spent eleven months with. I was disappointed in myself. Now I see why my mom and Jayden kept warning me about Jude. I could have done better but all that had become a tale I would love to move on from as soon as possible.

But before I moved from the office and left the restaurant, I walked even closer to Jude and took one of the many gifts I had bought for him, despite my low income. The fashion necklace wouldn't be of any use to me and it didn't change the fact that I had lived the past months of my life as a fool, but I pulled at it and roughly took it off Jude's neck.

Since my heart was still aching but Jude's body had found a way to accommodate the effect of the pepper spray, I made use of the gun again and sprayed more of my hot pepper between his legs... on his erëcted third legs.

That made him scream again, filling my ears with music.

I left his office and restaurant without looking back, not even when the customers in the dining area asked me why I was leaving without making their snacks.

My heart had been shattered but, thankfully, I left the restaurant with pride.

I needed to find and get a new job soon because my savings wouldn't be enough to live the life of an unemployed twenty-three years old. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have spent my money on getting an apartment and making preparations for an anniversary that wouldn't hold... Obviously.

"Waking up from your lovey-dovey slumber before now would have saved your energy and money, Tiara Hale!"

Running my hands through my curly hair, I murmured those words to myself. How I wished I could get a good spanking from someone. I needed to feel an emotion different from embarrassment and disappointment.

Jude would be the last. I promised myself. He would be the last man to make me feel like I was trash. He would be the last man to see my weakness. To hëll with love. I would also have cast men to hëll if I wasn't addicted to how a man's pleasuring rod makes me feel.

"Join the queer, Tiara."

It seemed men are scum and not meant for me, but I knew certainly that men's natural pleasuring tool was meant for me. Joining the queer community wouldn't help me. My heart had been broken so many times, but my addiction to that natural phenomenon hadn't decreased a bit.

It would be hard not to think of Jude even after what I did to him and what he had done to me. It would be hard to go without getting sexual satisfaction for as long as I stayed without a man, but as I walked down the street of Los Angeles, I concluded that I would focus on my career for the time being and get back to men later... after I make enough money to buy their loyalty.

Maybe that would help me get rid of my ill luck.

Even after what happened to me, life didn't take it easy on me. It remained hard and complicated. I was an adult with needs and bills to pay but with no job. Isn't that great? I inhaled deeply and walked around town thinking about my less interesting life.

Some hours ago, I still had a boyfriend and a job, but not anymore.

I lost track of time as I walked aimlessly around the city. Although I had intentionally chosen to take a long walk to clear my head and ease the ache my heart carried, I soon realized that I had walked far away from my home.

The road I was walking on was different and I was the only one walking on the side of the road. Every other person was in their expensive private cars. I was still thinking about the day I would own, drive, or be driven in one of those fast beauties when one of them drove off the road at a speed that could be compared to that of lighting.

And its headlights flashed at me, blinding my sight as the car advanced towards me... like it was intending to kill me by running over me or maybe take my legs. With a body of water behind me, there was nowhere to run to.

It was me against a natural element and a man-made machine.

Was I smelling death or was life just at it again?

TIARA HALE

Even if I had screamed, I doubted the driver would have heard me and steered the advancing car away from me and back on the right track...

How would he or she have heard me if they couldn't see me?

My mind froze and my mouth failed me as I shielded my eyes by holding them behind my palms. It might sound stupid, but I waited for the impact of what I knew would be life-threatening. My brain replayed my life and memories.

Starting from how I had to stoop lower to Jude's level and how I struggled to get the job, I just lost over a man. I was reminded of how hard it was to get through culinary school. I saw my mom screaming at me to go to business school or law school rather than pursue my passion for cooking and baking.

I saw myself weeping over different men and how pathetic I looked as I allowed them all to step on my heart and then I saw Jayden. My sweet Jayden. I was hoping I would be able to tell him about what I did to Jude today.

I thought about how he would be proud of me. After all, he got me the gun for safety purposes. Jayden was the only man that had never left, not when I cried about other men and definitely not when I made fun of him.

If I were to die now, I knew I had lived an unfulfilled life. My mom would never forgive me, and neither would Jayden let me rest in peace. Even my unfulfilled dreams won't let me have a great time in the afterlife.

"Use your eyes!"

Screaming, I hoped that the car's driver would hear me but the sound of the advancing engine didn't stop... if it was still coming towards me, why was I still alive and standing on my two legs? The car wasn't slow, so it should have gotten to me ages ago.

My heart was beating audibly and throbbing against my ribcage as I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my palms. Of course, I was scared of dying or getting hit by a car and my heart sank when I felt the coldness and hardness of the car's bonnet against my legs before I could lower my hands completely and make use of my eyesight.

The impact wasn't as hard and life-threatening as I expected, but the fact that I felt the coldness against my legs right below my knees, almost killed me. I almost died from shock. Coupled with the ache in my heart, my body couldn't bear the shock and I started breathing unevenly as my hands finally dropped back to my side. I realized that the car had stopped before me with its headlights still at their brightest. The driver must have slowed down at some point.

Should I be grateful for that or should I make good use of the anger brewing up within me? How could a driver be so reckless in this part of town?

The bright headlights wouldn't allow me to see beyond it. I couldn't see through the windscreen because of it and as I tried to even my breath, I waited for the driver of the car to exit the car and apologize or offer to get me to the hospital since my legs were shaking due to shock.

It was a miracle that I hadn't fallen flat on my face or my ass.

Not fancying heels had once again been a blessing to me.

I waited, controlled my breath, and tried to make my legs stop wobbling, but the person behind the wheels of the car didn't come out of the safety and comfort of the beauty that I would have taken in and admired if it wasn't about to cripple me some minutes ago.

I didn't even hear the door open... that pushed me into the steaming lava of anger.

"Reckless and insolent brat! You are enjoying your cool air conditioner atmosphere while I stand here with shaky legs!"

I yelled but nothing happened or changed. The headlights remained bright. Other cars zoomed by every now and then. Still, no one came out of the car. Saying I was pissed would be the biggest understatement of the year.

Whoever was behind that steering was about to get two or five times what Jude and his Chick got from me today. Everyone seemed to be mocking me and today wasn't the day for that. I wasn't in the mood to be ridiculed like this.

I had to get over my shaky legs before I could move away from the car bonnet and the headlights.

Slowly and steadily, I moved to the car's black doors, hoping that I would be able to see the tomfool behind the wheel, but the tinted glasses didn't give me the chance. I knocked on the glasses repeatedly and cussed at the driver and any other person that was in the car.

"I understand that you are blind, but do you have to be deaf too? Besides, why do you have to lack manners?"

I screamed but the loud sound of different engines, racing to and fro the road, outranked my voice. It was annoying that, despite my efforts to be heard, the environment and noise pollution made it futile.

Looking through the windscreen, I realized that there was only one person in the car and the person was a guy. I wondered what I did to that gender in my past life for them to always treat me like they have been doing.

I mean, why today? Why did he have to almost kill me today of all days?

The man was dressed corporately from the little I could see through the windscreen. The man had his head on the steering wheel, which made it impossible to see his face, but even that didn't make me less angry.

If anything, the anger I felt intensified and I banged harder on the doors of the car, yet there was no response or movement from the annoying asshat who had obviously passed out. It was either he was drunk or he was dying.

For his sake, I hoped that it would be the latter... if not, I might just kill him myself.

"You better not be drunk, dude!"

Maybe it was due to the accumulated pain that Jude had made me remember. I couldn't tell but I didn't give up on getting the attention of the man with the car that almost claimed my life. The stranger looked rich. From his car... I could perceive wealth, but that gave him no right to drink when he knew he would be driving.

Amidst my struggle to get the man's attention, I ended up pulling at the handle of the door on the driver's side. I didn't expect the door to be unlocked and that would have made me excited if I hadn't staggered backward and fallen on my butt due to the unexpected result I got from pulling the car door.

I hissed and quickly scrambled off the floor with the fear that the man behind the wheel would open his eyes and see me in that state, embarrassment coursed through my body along with anger and irritation. Since the door was wide open, I was tempted to hit the stranger on his head, but I recollected how my mom used to tell me that I had to be nice to people because they might be going through worse shit than I could ever imagine.

"Please be dead."

Murmuring that to myself, I closed the distance between the strange man and me. I didn't mean what I said, but I said what I said. His head was still on the steering wheel. His dark hair was all I could see, but just to be sure that the man that almost killed me was still alive, I placed my fingers under his nostrils.

He was breathing just fine for a drunk man...

What I was doing was dangerous and the fact that the cars on the road were decreasing with each passing second made it even more dangerous.

Not to forget that the guy I was this close to could be a kidnapper that Jude sent out to get me.

No.

It couldn't be. Jude didn't have enough money to hire a sophisticated kidnapper.

Plus, with the close proximity to the stranger, I could perceive the smell of alcohol all over him. He reeks of it.

I raised my hand to smack the stranger on his head but my hand froze in the air when he suddenly voiced out and raised his head from the steering wheel.

"She will pay."

Simply yet precisely, the stranger caught my attention with his statement. His head moved back and forth before finally resting on the headrest of his car seat. He burped disgustingly before turning his face to me.

I was wowed by how beautiful he looked.

I stared at the man that almost killed me and marveled at how beautiful his face looked. He even said that someone needed to pay... which made two of us. He looked broken and my heart went out to him even though I still felt like slapping him for driving when he was drunk.

As I ogled him, I thought that I had met someone that was just like me... little did I know that he would soon become a pain in my ass in one... two... three...minutes, or thereabout.

It all started with my decision to help him get off the dark and dangerous road due to the kind heart I inherited from my mom. And to crown it all, I drove his car and him to my house. I took a stranger home out of humanity.

By the time I realized how dangerous it was, it was too late to go back in time.