Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best smutty novels .TXT) 📕
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“AAAAH!”
The girl gets up watching me put all the things in the biggest suitcase in the house. I've ordered a taxi to get me out of here. Even if I have to sleep in the garage I'll do it, but I'm not going to stay here or pay this idiot Joshua one more bill, damn, he's got revenge for what I did to him!
"Who are you?!" she yells at me.
I, who am not at all surprised that she’s here, ignore her and continue with my things until she decides to yell at me in my own room. It will be difficult to have to take everything with me. I don't even waste time folding anything, I just keep it as if nothing had happened, there will be time to think about ironing the camisoles. Of course there is an iron in my workshop, we work with clothing.
"I'm Joshua's girlfriend," I take the time to tell her. The guy that…
I take a closer look at her and I am left with my mouth open. She's wearing his shirt. I could identify it in a million years. If you think that would help her not look so slutty being naked on someone else's chair, you're wrong. Putting on my boyfriend's shirt, Hmph!
"Or rather, ex," I correct myself.
“Huh?”
"Did you know that the guy you got drunk and fucked last night has a girlfriend? Because if you knew, I'm not going to judge you, just warn you that he's a real bastard.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about, Josh is a friend.”
“A friend whose shirt you wear and with whom you get drunk with until you fuck.”
“I… I don't know. Sometimes it just happens, but he never told me he was dating or that you lived here.”
"Didn't you notice the girl's clothes or the makeup? Did you think he was crossdressing?
"I won't judge him, he told me he was single!"
"Of course, so delusional."
I continue with my things.
She stays, hugging her elbows like she's the mistress of the house waiting for me to leave.
"Are you going to stand there?" I ask, indignant.
“Do you want me to help you?”
I look at her with indignation.
She looks serious..
“Listen, I really had no idea Josh had a girlfriend. If I knew, I don't think I'd have slept with him all these months.”
Wait a minute…
“What did you say?”
“That Josh has a girlfriend.”
“About the months, heavens!”
“Yes, I started seeing him a while ago but about two months ago we slept for the first time.”
“Two months?”
“Yes.”
He cheated on me when I was in Milan too.
Who am I to judge him then or her? Leonardo's wife did not know that I existed, nor did I know that she existed. It's a similar situation but in reverse, happening in similar times.
"Do you need a shoe bag?" she asks me, bringing me back to reality. A shitty reality, at least one with brains would have been sought. I am extremely indignant with the situation!
“Oh sure. By the way, you can bring me the picture of my mother on the fridge.”
"Oh, your mother. Tell me where the bags are.”
"Are you kidding or are you serious?"
She shrugs her shoulders.
They were made for each other, “you really deserve to stay with him” I blurt out not even with contempt but with pity for the person with whom Joshua will stay, however it is not that I regret his future too much if they have more in common than I one might venture.
"Under the cupboard," I tell her. “There are the big bags.”
"Okay," he tells me.
And she goes.
I keep packing my suitcase with my heart broken into a thousand parts, until I look at my mobile and discover something.
Leonardo has sent me an image.
It's a contract with his wife.
Really? Is he seriously about rubbing a contract with his wife in my face, while I'm just the stupid mistress? I think that in the girl who is here I see more of myself than I imagined.
Maybe that's why I let him help me. Of course, if he stays in the apartment that he pays me the corresponding rent for the price equivalent to the days that I have already paid for, although, I think of him and her, how miserable both of them must be and the only thing that sorry then it's pity.
For some reason I choose to zoom in on Leonardo's contract.
prenuptial contract
...Hereby, Mr. Leonardo Ferrari...
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