The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Annabelle's POV

The music is loud, and girls are swaying their hips to the sounds. The atmosphere of the clubhouse is a mixture of happiness, freedom, excitement, and tension..sexual tension. Everyone seems to be happy except me. I want to be drunk in my sorrows. I can see my best friend watching in pity.

"I hate him, Pam. I hate him", I cry as I gulp down the remaining content of the alcohol.

"Babe, let it go already. Let's enjoy this night", she places her hand on my shoulder to pacify me but I am inconsolable.

Tears are already streaming down my eyes. Pamela sighs when she sees my tears. I know she is already tired of telling me everything will be fine.

She wants to enjoy the party but having me around is ruining everything for her. She must feel it is a big mistake bringing me here in the first place. I know she brought the idea of a party, just to cheer me up but I am pathetic.

"I will deal with him when next we see", I burp and wipe my tears with the back of my palm.

"I won't bear his kids anymore. I won't.....", I said and belch again.

"I told you to forget about him already, didn't I?" I can sense her irritation.

I am shocked at the tone she is using at me. I just want to talk about Cameron all night so I can eventually forget about him by tomorrow.

Why can't she just understand?

"Are you shouting at me, Pam?" I point my index finger at her chest in question. Pam shakes her head and pulls me to her body.

"I just want you to hear me because of the loud music", she whispers in my ears, defending herself and rocking my body to hers like a baby. She wipes my remaining tears with her thumb.

"It's ok, baby. You know I love you, don't you?"

I nod and disengage from the hug. I am beginning to feel pressed so I stand up abruptly and sway a little. Pam stands up to help me so I won't fall.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to pee," I answer.

"Let me go with you", Pam suggests.

"No", I laugh out loud. "I'll be right back." I move away from her hold.

"You sure?"

my friend will use the little time to her advantage before I am back as I see a guy throw

it difficult to locate the washroom. I realize how drunk I am. I rub

I cry as I put my two hands to the walls to guide me to

walk and I am trying to get my

the door to the washroom is in front of me. I push the door open with my left leg and enter.

quickly urinate after entering the first toilet when a guy

when

are you doing here?" I ask

are you doing here?" He demands

why he is in the female washroom

strides to the mirror to wash his hand.

you call me a drunk?"

a party girl. Drinking isn't really help ing me forget and here I am in a washroom with a man who is calling me

shout. He veers around and folds his

course not",

finish

you want to catch a glimpse of the

in

is a few steps away from me when I begin to

his crystal blue eyes, the long pointed nose, the pink lips,

which is why I fell hard for

pulling me out of my reverie and I shudder. He moves his mouth close

am a

sober. I

up towards the door to see what is written above it. I gasp softly when it dawns on

my head again as

woman I want with my charms", he leans forward to whisper in my ears. "You are inclusive. I know I am handsome so stop ogling me."

can go out, I begin to feel sober and I stop

staring at you. Besides, you aren't handsome to me. My boyfriend is way more handsome. You don't need to feel so confident about getting any girl you want, me

roll my eyes, ignoring the pounding of my heart. I don't want him to think I find him attractive, he is too confident of

"Really?" He smirks.

"Yes."

where I am standing.

looking at me that way. Besides, what are you doing here all alone and wasted?" He folds

you I am here alone?" I laugh,

you won't be this drunk", he

know how to reply to him. I am suddenly speechless.