Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I whirled around and turned to him. He started to advance toward me but I didn't hesitate to roughly push him away from me. He remained rooted to a spot. I held his gaze and coldly spat out, "Enough! I don't want to play this cat-and-mouse game with you anymore!"

I took a step forward and pushed at his chest again. "What the fuck do you want?" I pushed him back again, "What is it? Tell me! This body?" I pointed at myself.

Furiously and blindly, with shaky hands, I unbutton the shirt I had on, shamelessly revealing the lacy bra I wore. "This is what you want?! Fine! come on, let's sneak around like rats!" I pressed myself against him.

"Why don't you have another woman on the morning of your wedding? Come on!" I took his hand and placed it on my ass. "Do what you have to do and get me out if your fucking system," he closed his eye as I spat in his face, "All I ask is that you have the mercy to let me go after you've had your way with this body!"

Mark opened his mouth to say something but I didn't let him speak. I cradled his face with my palm and slammed my lips on his.

The kiss was rough. It was filled with anger and pain and despair. I kissed him with everything I had. I poured out all my frustration and pent up anger once and for all, I kissed him so hard that I bit him and felt the iron taste of blood. Even when I ran out of breath, I didn't stop. I refused to let him go until 1 couldn't stay a moment without breathing.

I pulled away with a loud gasp, exhausted. I bent and grasped my knee as I tried to regain my breath.. I saw Mark bend down and picked up my shirt..I hadn't even realized that it had fallen off. I didn't say anything as he moved closer to me, put the shirt around me and calmly buttoned it.

He regarded me for a while before he brought up his hand and then traced his thumb on my sore lips, wiping away his blood from my lips.

"You drive me crazy, Sydney," he said in a husky voice that made me madder because of the effects it had on me. "I do want to fuck you," he drawled softly, won't even lie about that. I want to have you sprawled before me, I want to taste every inch of your glorious body before I slowly ease myself inside of you." There was a pause, his finger on my lips stilled and his eyes roamed my face. I glared back at him, my breathing ragged.

"I want to do a lot of things to you and one stolen moment will never be enough. I don't want a one off thing. I want to fuck you over and over again, I want to make love to you till the only man you think of is me but only if you're willing." He shrugged slightly, "I don't mind waiting till you've decided. I can wait for you. I have enough willpower to hold myself back and I wouldn't pressure you."

I looked at him with disdain. This guy really is something. I picked up my bag, threw him a dirty glare. Fuck you, asshole, then I turned and made my way out of the room.

When I got outside, I tried to steady my trembling hands as I brought out my phone and dialed Grace'sNôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

number.

"Hey!" It felt like eons before she picked up.

I frowned. She sounded out of breath. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Just tired. There's like a zillion things to do here and Sandra won't let me leave."

"Oh. I'm done with Mark though."

"I figured. Don't worry. I'll find my way out of here now. Go to the intersection ahead of his place. I'll pick you up there."

"Alright. I'll be waiting."

I ended the call with Grace and started to walk by the sidewalk to the intersection.

Few minutes later, Mark's car drove past. I turned and my gaze collided with Mark's that was already on me. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

Just as I looked away, the calm silence of the day was broken by the screech of tires and the blaring horn of vehicles.

My senses instantly grew alert and I turned, my eyes widened in horror, to see Mark's car hastily tried to reverse as another car swerved into their lane. The car approaching seemed to have lost control of its brake or something because it was unable to stop.

I uselessly stood there and watched as the vehicle collided with Mark's car in a deafening crash and sent it overturned by the side of the road, while the other car ran straight into a pole. The sound of glass shattering and crunch of metal could be heard as the smell of burnt rubber filled the air,