All Chapters of The Billionaire's Plaything is his Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Samantha's POVIf I was avoiding Lucenzo before, it is nothing compared to the past two weeks of our honeymoon. He might have well not existed with the way I was hell-bent on spending as little time with him as possible, and he works on his laptop day and night, so it hadn't been a difficult task to perform.Today is the last day of our two-week honeymoon that I have spent in the pool room, restaurant, or just strolling around the block, simply enjoying the view. Anything to get away from Lucenzo who couldn't even wait for the ink on our marriage register to dry before he went to another woman. I know our marriage isn't one of love or even friendship but at least have the decency not to cheat on our honeymoon.I have made friends with some of the other residents at the hotel, like Ellen down the hall. She is a sweet older lady, who has too much money on hand from her various divorced or deceased husbands. Her definition of fun is traveling around the world and spending her money befor

Samantha's POV"HE DID WHAT?" Eve shrieks so loud, making me whine as I cover my ears with my hands. "Wait...wait...wait," she says, even though she is the only one currently talking. "He kissed someone on your honeymoon?"I'm at the office on a video call with Eve. I hadn't wasted any time going back to work after the honeymoon. Same with Lucenzo. He had gone back to work the first day we moved into our new house. "I just can't believe it." Her brows are furrowed together.I blow out air through my slightly parted lips. "Yes, he kissed someone else on our honeymoon," I confirm for the fifth time in the last ten minutes."Are you certain?" Her voice flows through the speaker of my setup phone, held upright by a cluster of books on my desk.The glare I send to her through the phone could drop someone dead.She shakes her head as though gathering her thoughts. "Sorry about that. Of course, you're certain." A sigh. "Did you at least see the bitch's face?""No. Her back was turned to me?

Samantha's POVNow I understand why people drown themselves in constant drinking and partying. After one gets to like their fifth or is it sixth bottle it brings the buzz-like euphoria that allows one to forget all their problems. I'm currently speaking from experience as I shoot down another shot. It burns down my throat, but that buzz is welcomed, and I close my eyes, savoring it.The bar around us is loud and hot as fuck. Even in the dress I'm wearing which was picked out by yours truly, Eve. It is a fire-engine black mini-dress that showed more than it covered. Eve had assured me that it would catch the attention of any man I was hoping to fuck the life out of. Her words not mine. Not that I'm looking for that though. I just want to forget everything; Lucenzo, my marriage, and the new job I'm already dreading. I want to forget everything even if it is just for one night or a few hours."I told you this was what you needed." This comes from Eve who is sitting on the stool beside m

The next day. Lucenzo's POVI'm in the mini-conference room in my company with the contractors when Samantha walks in through the door, halting the conversation in another one of her God damn suits. This one is a black blazer paired with a straight black skirt."I'm so sorry I'm late." She probably had to deal with a killer hangover from her escapade the previous night. Good. She tiptoes to her seat, passing by me and leaving a whiff of her perfume behind. "Please continue," she tells the contractor who was speaking as she settles into her seat beside me before opening the file on the table in front of her to catch up with us.Maybe I should have woken her up this morning for our joint meeting with the contractors, but I'm still seething from last night, so I didn't. I lean into her, my lips an inch away from her ear. She tenses up but I ignore it. "You didn't miss much. We just started, and we are estimating the budget and how long the project will take."She faces me, making her

Lucenzo's POVSamantha's red cherry car is in the driveway when I get home, so I know she is in the house.I don't see her as soon as I walk in but when I climb up the stairs, the sound of voices coming through the crack of her partially closed door tells me that she is watching television. I decide to freshen up first before we have our talk.I knock on Samantha's door a half-hour later.The voices coming from within stop. I hear some shuffling, then the door opens to reveal Samantha in black nightwear. "Hey," she says with surprise as she moves away from the entrance, her hand still holding onto the door. "Come in."I pass the threshold and she closes the door behind me.I turn around to face her. "We need to talk," I start.The moon is out tonight and it is the only source of light in her room. It casts shadows on her features, but I can clearly see when defensiveness rises to her face. "What did you want to talk about?" She crosses her arms over her chest.I should probably drill