If Bailey had expected Carlos to sleep with her immediately, she would have been deeply disappointed as he had just dragged her up and taken her home, without letting her say goodbye.
They were currently in his penthouse and she was right, all along. Carlos had been having sex with another woman. His tux has been carelessly tossed aside. A torn dress lay on the couch and the pillows were scattered. Heck! The smell of sex still lingered. But it was either Carlos didn't notice or didn't give a fuck. Bailey believed the latter. Sometimes she wondered what had actually driven her to date Carlos. He was hot as hell but was the most heartless man she knew. Who cheated on his wife on their wedding day?
She managed to find her way to his room with a purpose in mind. His father had made it clear that her job was to keep him in line. She needed to do everything in her power to make their marriage work. With that in mind, she knocked and barged in without waiting for a reply. She regretted it immensely because sprawled on his bed was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
She was tall and curvy with wavy chocolate brown hair and tanned skin. Her face was shaped like a diamond and she had pronounced high cheekbones and pink lips. Her drowsy brown eyes regarded Bailey with utter disdain and her curves were pretty evident under the sheets.
“Didn't your parents teach you any manners?” She spoke up, eyeing Bailey.
“I told you, babe. She's a slut. That's what they do.” Carlos spat out as he turned to face her.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“Who is this?” Bailey found herself asking as she felt a stab of jealousy. She was more heartbroken. He didn't even have the decency of getting rid of the bitch.
“None of your business. Get out!” Carlos ordered, pointing outside.
“Not yet hon. You know I hate when people are completely ignorant and disrespectful.” The bitch said as she sat up. She was naked under the cover and her breasts were perfectly perked up. There was a snake tattoo spreading from her left breast to her abdomen.
“I'm Vivian Kingston. America's best model. Now leave us.” She said, her voice laced with venom.
“You heard her. Get out!” Carlos said, not taking a second glance at Bailey. His eyes were solely on Vivian as she peered at him seductively.
Bailey didn't think before she walked up to the side of the bed and pulled Vivian’s ear, making the model scream in pain.
“Uh-huh. Take another step and your girlfriend will have only one ear.” Bailey threatened Carlos, her voice sickly sweet. She had grown up with a bitchy sister and a tomboy as a best friend. She knew how to treat over-pampered vixens. She tightened her hold, making her scream louder and a few tears escaped her eyes. Carlos stopped abruptly and resorted to glaring at Bailey.
“Now where were we? Oh, I'm Mrs Bailey Aston. And you're currently on my husband's bed and I don't remember ever being in a polygamous marriage. When I release you, you have one minute to get out of my house or else I won't be responsible for the outcome. Got it, bitch?” Bailey asked in that sweet yet deadly tone. She pulled harder to drive home her point and by now, tears were freely flowing from Vivian's eyes. The model nodded vigorously as she was in a lot of pain.
“So what will you do now?” Bailey asked.
“Get dressed and leave! Just let me go!” She screamed harder. But unfortunately, they were in a soundproof penthouse.
“Good girl,” Bailey said, releasing the poor ear. Vivian dashed into Carlos' closet and was out in seconds, fully dressed in another gown and with a last look at Bailey, she left.
Silence reigned for some minutes before Carlos finally spoke up.
“The next time you try that, we’re getting a divorce.” He threatened. Bailey scoffed at that as she sat down on the couch.
“Here are my rules. Don't fucking talk to me. Don't touch me. Don't try anything intimate with me or otherwise. Don't ever enter my room. Don't question my lifestyle. Don't talk to my father. I'm sure I was very clear. For the last time, get out or I will employ the same method you used on Vivi.” He ordered.
“Don't talk to me. Don't breathe. Don't eat. Don't do this, don't do that. Get out of my room.” Bailey mimicked his deep voice, as she sashayed out of the room, giving him a dashing smile.
***
“Damn!” Carlos cursed again as he took a swig of his vodka. He planned to get drunk and fuck anything within sight. Bailey Whitney was messing with his head.
“My bad, that's Bailey Aston now.” He corrected himself as he smiled. He was doing this for the company. His father had whipped out his last weapon. He threatened to make him relinquish his position as his successor as the chairman of Aston Group.
He had been super turned on when she had berated Vivian. He had expected her to leave the room and go cry in a corner, but he’d be lying if he didn't say she surprised him. Women were supposed to be weak and docile, but the little redhead was something else. All he wanted to do at that moment was order her to strip and touch her toes. For the first time, Vivian’s body didn't hold any appeal to him. The short tight dress she had been putting on didn't help at all.
“Damn! I need to get laid.” He muttered as he scanned the bar. But to his dismay, no woman whetted his appetite. He craved the redhead devil he left at home. He remembered vividly when they met in the same bar…
He had been sitting in his usual booth, with two women by his side and Miguel whining constantly in his ear. He had been bored as hell and was about to leave for the night when Miguel called his attention.
“Damn! That girl is hot!” He said, whistling. It wasn't hard to get Miguel’s attention, but hard to retain it. But the girl had gotten his attention and managed to hold him captive for about five minutes. This piqued Carlos' interest and he looked in that direction to see a woman, proudly spotting purple and orange hair, chugging down a large mug of beer. But that wasn't what held his eyes. It was the short redhead who was shyly nursing a pint. Her round ass and big boobs caught his eyes and made it hard to look away. She wasn't even his type, yet he wanted her badly.
“I'm definitely tapping that ass tonight.” He had said and approached her.
Carlos was interrupted from his reminiscence by his phone. He groaned in frustration as he saw it was Miguel.
“Dude! What the hell! Your dad is on my neck! Where in the world are you?” Miguel's panicked voice filtered through, making Carlos sober instantly.
If Miguel was panicking then it was bad. Like really bad.
“Man, are you there?” He asked worriedly.
“Yeah, what's up?” Carlos answered, trying not to get anxious.
“What's up? That's all you can say after you mess up pretty bad?” Miguel asked, irritated.
“What do you mean?”
“Great! He doesn't even know! Check the trending news.” Miguel said and hung up.
Confused, he checked his phone and was greeted by some unpleasant pictures.
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