Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I would have loved the rough way in which his lips kneaded mine, and I would have kissed him back with equal fervor if it was someone else. But this wasn't some stranger or lover of mine. It was Mark.

I struggled between pulling him to me and pushing him away. I wanted to clamp my teeth on his tongue or lips as I did the first time, but I couldn't bring myself to. This feeling was confusing. I wanted him to stop and go far away from me, but, insanely, I was scared that he would actually stop. It was crazy.

But I still struggled, and as I did, my eyes squeezed shut. I tried to speak even with his lips on mine. His tongue, somehow, made its way into my mouth. His body pressed on mine, and I could faintly feel the bulge in his trousers against my thighs.

My struggles doubled, and a scream rose in my chest.

My scream died in my throat because suddenly, his hands were off me, and I couldn't feel his body heat

anymore,

I brushed off the tiny tinge of disappointment and looked up to find a wall with limbs in front of me. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath.

There was a tall figure in front of me, his shoulders were broad, and his stance made me feel protected even though I didn't feel like I needed protection at the moment.

His fists clenched, and he took a step forward, "I believe the lady is rejecting you. You should respect her and leave," his deep voice rang out, hard and determined to stand his ground no matter what. His icy y gaze riveted to the stranger, "So that's what you do in your bar? You eavesdrop on people's conversations."Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I didn't mean to. I was in the restroom, and your voices naturally drifted to me."

"Nothing seems natural here because you seem quite determined to meddle in my affairs," then his gaze dropped on me, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe as he pinned me with that hot gaze. He pointed at the stranger, and his brows rode up his hairline, "Is this him, Sydney? Or he's one of them, isn't he? He's one of the assholes that's been telling you to divorce me. He's the one you've been cheating on me with!" He finished; his voice resounded in the hallway, and his raised finger trembled in the air. He quickly tucked it away.

"I don't even know him; I've never seen him before. This is the first time I'm even coming to this bar!" I blurted out. "Why are you so bent on convincing yourself that I cheated? Is it to make yourself feel better? Since you're the cheater here, does it make you feel better to act like the victim?"

In blind rage, he attempted to pull me from behind him again, but my savior was bigger and faster. I moved away from behind him and stood a few feet away from both of them.

"Stay back, sir." I suppressed a laugh. It would have been even better if he hadn't added 'sir.' It sounded so fake and mocking.

I looked at the bar owner, I squinted my eyes at him. I could swear that I had seen that face somewhere before. His piercing eyes and chiseled features felt like they had been ingrained in my memory before, but somehow I couldn't place a finger on who he was. There was an air of authority about him; he oozed an undeniable confidence and power. And it was there; the memory of where or when I had seen the face, but I couldn't quite reach it. It remained blurry and far from my grasp.

Mark stood squarely before the bar owner. Even though the bar owner was much taller and muscular, he didn't feel intimidated. In fact, with the anger oozing off him, he might as well be the bigger man. "Do you know who I am? You have no idea who you're dealing with." His gaze flickered past me and down the hall. There was a condescending look in his eyes as he took in the place before turning back to the bar owner. "I could sweep everything you ever own....everything you hold dear off your feet in the blink of an eye."

Mark's voice, as he threatened the bar owner, sent shivers down my back. There was an edge to his tone, and I knew he would really do it if he had to. He would strip the man off everything he had if he didn't back off.