The Billionaire's Ex-wife

NAYA'S POV

Chloe and I downed a couple shots all at once.

My mind reeled from the day's event and I couldn't believe everything that happened. It felt surreal but I was going to give it all up.

“Come on Naya… let's go dance!” Chloe dragged me away from the bar and pulled me onto the dance floor.

I closed my eyes and threw my hands in the air as I moved my body to the rhythm of the pulsating music.

But soon, I scurried through sweaty bodies and back to the bar where I ordered more drinks.

I wanted to drown myself in alcohol.

Thanks to Chloe's perfect disguise makeover, I was free to enjoy the thrill of the club.. until Kevin Clark, my ex-boyfriend appeared in front of me.

“I almost thought you're not Naya Simpson, but you actually are…” Kevin flashed me a grin as I ignored his presence.

“What do you want?” I asked with a no-game look.

The obvious reason why I love alcohol is the ability to not give a shit about anything or anyone.

“Woah.. easy, this is the first time in five whole years I'm seeing you again, the least you could do is acknowledge the longevity and be open to chatting with me.” He blurted.

He still has the nerve!

What is wrong with all these men?

“I don't want to talk to you, so just fuck off!” I said and immediately wished that I could actually smoke so I could puff it up in his face.

“You look different.. and beautiful tonight.” He complimented me as I ignored him and gulped another shot.

I felt like I was in a whole new world with these shots!

I believe I've been a good girl long enough… before and after the death of my parents.

I couldn't tell if it was the thrill of alcohol, but I wanted to be different. Scratch that, I desired to be different.

“Especially in that dress... I think I like what I see.” He blurted as I laughed hysterically at his words.

He broke up with me for the same reason Ivan dared to file for a divorce. Now, he's flirting with me.

“Why are laughing?” He asked as I glared daggers at him.

“If only you'll realize you're wasting your breath in talking to me..” I looked away from him and gulped yet another drink and got off the stool to go to the restroom.

He held me back as I pulled my arm away from his grip.

“Don't you dare touch me!” I shouted over the loud music.

“Where are you going?” He asked as I snorted angrily at him. What in hell gave him the right to ask me stupid questions?

“None of your fucking business!” I said to him and wobbled my way to the restroom.

Before I could get to the restroom, Ivan popped out of nowhere and pinned me up against the wall.

This fucker!

I shook my head as if it was enough to face Ivan clearheaded.

“I always knew you're a cheap slut!” He growled to my face. “I could fuck you again here and now…” He breathed out as I tried to wiggle my way out of his grip, but I knew he wouldn't let me go that easily, so I stared at his face, and something about the way he looked at me made me laugh. I considered it a plus because I was drunk.

He soon let go of me and furrowed his brows at my actions.

“Are you drunk?” He asked as I looked up at him and dared to approach the one and only Ivan Anderson. The one man I don't dare defy.

But thanks to the alcohol, I felt confident. A sweet kind of confidence.

“No honey, but I think you are..” I slurred.

“What?” He raised a brow.

“Exactly, what gives you the right to be so mean to me? You're only just an unfortunate asshole my dead parents got me to marry…” I shrugged and I believe my attitude made him angry.

“You're just a cheap lying whore! Who were you talking to?” He asked as I rolled my eyes and he swiftly nodded at the thought of something. “It's only been a couple hours and instead of you to come begging me to spare you, you decide to sleep around!” He blurted and I slapped him hard across his face.

“Don't you dare spew nonsense in front of me!” I seethed and he looked shocked at my actions.

“I've endured all of your stupidity for a while now, and It feels good that I finally get to divorce an asshole like you!” I said and didn't realize when tears blurred my vision.

I quickly wiped them off.

“So kudos! We get to finally end this charade called marriage!” I hissed and tried to walk away from him but he pulled me back.

“W-What…”

“Leave her the fuck alone!” Chloe pulled me back to herself.

“You,” Ivan mumbled under his breath at the sight of Chloe.

“After what you and your family did to her, you have the right to harass her?” Chloe confronted him.

“I have every right because she's still my wife!” He growled.

“Not for long, honey…” I slurred and giggled at the look on his face. “I'll bring you those divorce papers signed!”

Chloe nodded in agreement as she glared daggers at Ivan before she dragged me away from the club, even while I protested to grab one last drink, she didn't let me.

"You've had enough.” She said.

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, it was dawn and the last thing I remembered was when Chloe dragged me away from the bar to the dance floor.

I grabbed a handful of my hair; what happened afterward? My head ached.

“Top of the morning, best friend!” Chloe said excitedly when she entered my room.

She gave me a cup of hangout tea. “Here, drink it for your hangover.”

I took the cup of tea and sipped it. “What happened last night?”

“Oh, you can't imagine!” She said.

“Tell me…” I stared wide-eyed at her.

“You were quite wild…” She said and gulped the glass of water in her hand.

“Did I do anything wrong?” I asked, that was all I cared to know.

“Oh no, if you ask me, you did everything right. From telling off Kevin Clark to putting Ivan in his place… damn girl! You were lit!”

“What? Kevin.. and Ivan? I met both men last night?”

“Damn, I wish you could remember the details yourself!”

Speaking of Ivan, where are the divorce papers?

I quickly got out of bed and searched for it.

“What are you looking for?” Chloe asked as she watched me open drawer after drawer.

“The divorce papers!” I said as my eyes scanned the room.

“Check the shelf, it's there.” She said as I hurried to the shelf to pick it up.

I tried to remember the events from last night but I couldn't.

“Good thing you've finally decided to sign them…”

“I decided to sign them?” I furrowed my brows at her and she looked at me with surprise etched to her features.

“Of course, you did.”

“I don't remember,” I mumbled.

“Whether or not you remember, you have to sign those papers and go throw them at his face in the office, just like you promised you would.” She shrugged.

“I promised?”

She rolled her eyes at me.

“Sign the fucking papers already, or do you need alcohol to boost your confidence once again?”

I bit my lip.

“That Ivan dude is probably waiting for you to show up with the divorce papers already signed, don't you realize?”

I looked away from her, grabbed the pen on the table, and quickly flipped the pages whilst my hand hovered over the signature space.

Whether or not I remember the events from last night, I felt the need to move on with my life and away from Ivan and his family.

I craved for a fresh start without them in it. Then I clasped my eyes shut and opened them before I quickly signed the document.

A while later, Chloe couldn't stop exclaiming how proud she was as she helped me dress up with a new makeover before I took a cab to Ivan's office.

I didn't need several shots of tequila to help me walk through the lobby and into the elevator with countless eyes on my new look. I felt more than confident.

Before the elevator could arrive at the top floor, I felt the rush of memories from last night flood back. Thanks to it, it became a different kind of confidence, altogether.

I ignored his secretary who just sat there wide-eyed at my appearance without even trying to stop my entry into Ivan's office like she usually did.

I barged into his office only to find him pounding recklessly into his little bimbo, Flora.

He looked up at me from his face buried in her neck and pounded into her one last time before he zipped back up.

The sight of them hurt me, but I decided not to let it affect me or my resolve.

“I see you've become one sexy dog.. fucking anything in a skirt!” I seethed with venom in my words.

“Isn't that your wife?” Flora narrowed her eyes in surprise at me. Ivan ignored her.

“And I see you kept to your words…” He muttered like he wasn't affected by my insult.

“There's no need to bore ourselves with unnecessary previews, here…” I threw up the papers in the air and watched them fall to his feet.

He just stared at them and tried to hide his emotions. “I see it wasn't the alcohol..”

“Now, you have no right whatsoever to pry into my life, ex-husband!” I smirked at him and he looked speechless at my actions.

I watched his eyes narrow down my body and I scoffed at him.

This fucker! I'm more than convinced that he's indeed a sex addict.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and resolved to leave before whatever it was that held me at bay could disappear.

I didn't want to lose my cool in front of him and allow him to mock me.

I noticed his jaw clench as I dared to click my heels towards him. “You better go back to fucking your little whore before she'd shit her pants while waiting for you…” l eyed him before I clicked my heels out of his office without failing to slam the door.

As I scurried through the hallway and back into the elevator, Ivan Matthew Anderson could go to hell for all I care!