Taming the Billionaire Alpha

A Night Of Passion

Phoebe's POV

" Here's your key card, Mrs. Turner," The receptionist at the hotel said.

Mrs. Turner? A title I have carried for the last five years with pride. Up until now, it hadn't hit me that I basically lost my identity when I married Ashton.

I wish I could just get over it, but it's not easy. It hurts deep down to my very soul. I wish I could just box up my feelings and forget the last ten years of my life, but I can't, so how did he? Why was it so easy for him to do this?

" Mrs. Turner..." the receptionist called me, pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked at her with a blank expression.

" I'm sorry... Thank you," I said and took the key card.

I made my way to the hotel room and took off my jacket. My phone rang on the bedside table, I didn't even look at who was calling, I turned it over and threw myself on the bed.

It was just before midnight, and I was in a hotel room instead of my matrimonial home. In that moment, the last ten years of my life played out like a movie in my mind.

I was trying to figure out what went wrong. I tried to figure out what mistakes I made to make him treat me like that. Ashton took my heart and shredded it into a thousand pieces.

I shouldn't have left my career for him, I shouldn't have given up my company for him and mostly, I shouldn't have made him the center of my world.

These regrets meant nothing because the fact of the matter is that I have lost my husband, and there is nothing I can do to get him back.

I got out of bed and took a laptop, I logged into my banking account, and there was just under twenty thousand in there. Once my account had so much money, I didn't even bother to check how much was left.

Even then, I should have more money than I had. Looking closer, I could see a purchase for a Villa worth fifty million dollars, a car worth ten million, and a purchase of fifty million from a jewelry store. These are the gifts that my husband gave to Melody on her birthday, I just didn't think that he charged them on my account.

I don't know why I didn't see this before, but the truth is right in my face. Ashton has been planning to leave me for some time. Not only that, but he wanted to make sure that I left with nothing, forcing me to leave town.

Just thinking about it made me angry. I gave this man everything, and he took it all and left me with nothing. With the money I have now, I can't really stay in Lester City even if I wanted.

Ashton is the CEO of PTL Group. As of now, he is the top dog of Lester City. No one is going to help me here. no one would dare go against Ashton Turner, so I know that I don't have any leverage here.

It's hard, having to face the fact that I have lost everything I have been working so hard for a decade. That the last ten years of our lives didn't mean as much to Ashton as they did to me.

I realized that I needed to take my mind off Ashton, the more I thought about him, the angrier I got. I took my phone and without even thinking, I made a call.

" Phoebe? Is that really you?" she said.

It was Emma, my childhood best friend, one I haven't seen in three years. Emma is one of the people who was against my relationship with Ashton. She has never liked him, but just merely tolerated him for my sake, but when I gave Ashton the company, we had a fall-out. She basically walked away from our friendship because of it. To be honest, I doubted if I would ever be able to see her again.

" Wanna go out? I feel like drinking," I said to her.

" You don't have to ask me twice, I'm on my way," she said to me.

****Red Cherry Club *****

Phoebe's POV

( Ashton's Private Room)

" I want shots!" I said to Emma.

" Why not?" She said and called for the waiter to bring us shots.

" You know what else we need?" I said to her.

" Boys! I want more boys, bring me ten boys! One boy for each year I have been with Ashton..." I said to Emma, slurring my words as I tried to hold on to the table and almost tipped it over.

" You're drunk! Maybe we should go back to the hotel," Emma said.

" No! Not yet! I need the bathroom," I said to her and stumbled to the door.

My phone rang in my jacket. I took it out and answered without even checking who was calling.

" Hello," as I stood against the wall to keep my balance steady.

" Where are you?" A male voice came from the other side of the line. It was Ashton. Why the hell was this guy calling me?

" What do you want?" I asked him.

" Phoebe, I don't have time for these games, okay? You have been calling me and hanging up for the last ten minutes!" he said to me.

" I didn't call you!" I said to him. Why would I call him?

" You're doing this just to get my attention, right? Calling me this late in the night, do you really think that I want to be with you? I told you, I am with someone else, our marriage is over, the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for everyone," he said.

" First of all, I don't want to go back to you, I would rather cook rice grain by grain than be with you, secondly, I do not remember calling you, but if I did, trust and believe that it was a mistake, and lastly. Get off your high horse. If I were you, I would really wonder whose child your new woman is carrying," I said to him and hung up.

Here's a thing, these last few years, Ashton and I have been trying to have a baby, he doesn't know this, but he has a defect, an old injury that made his sperm weak. Over the years, I have been secretly giving him medicine I made to make it better.

This is why we could never have a healthy pregnancy, I had miscarriages during the first trimester all the time. Even then, I took the blame and told him that it was my fault. I was protecting his ego as a man.

I looked at the call registry, and it seemed like he was right about one thing, my phone had been pocket dialing itself for the last ten minutes. Without saying much, I blocked his number and deleted it from my contacts.

When I was done in the bathroom, I walked out, only to bump into a large man. He held my hand tightly. He looked distraught and weak.

" Help me..." he said to me.

I looked at his shirt, it had blood stains on it, I pulled the shirt back, there was a wound, not just that, but there were black veins around the wound, he looked like he had been poisoned.

" Help me..." he said and took out his watch, I don't know how much it costs, but it looked expensive, still, I didn't want his money, but that didn't mean that I wanted him to die either.

" Take this, help me.." he said.

" Keep your watch, I'll call you an ambulance," I said to him.

" No! Upstairs..." he whispered to me.

" What?" I asked.

" Room... I have a room upstairs..." he managed to say.

" Okay, I'll take you upstairs then," I said and hung his hand over my shoulders.

We walked to the lift, there was a fingerprint scanner, he placed his thumb and the lift closed and went upstairs. When it opened, we were in a penthouse suite.

" There..." he said and pointed at the dark blue door. I took him to the door, I opened it, it was a bedroom. I took him to bed.

He turned and opened a drawer on the side table. He took out a vile with blue liquid and then laid back.

" Are you okay?" I asked him.

" I'll be fine... just need to rest for a few minutes," he said and shut his eyes.

At this point, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't exactly leave without knowing if he was right. He just passed out. Though I was initially drunk, I was beginning to sober up a little.

I went to check on his wound, the black veins around the wound were beginning to fade away, and even the wound itself looked like it was healing. How was this even possible? What the hell did he drink?

When they say that curiosity killed the cat, I know exactly what they meant. I should have just left him and went back to drink and party with Emma.

But no... Not me! I had to open the drawer, and inside, there was nothing but one more vile filled with blue liquid. Again, I should have just put it back and left.

I couldn't even do that. Instead, I opened it, it didn't have any smell, I poured a little bit of it on my palm and tasted it. Not only did it not have a smell, but it also didn't have any taste. I closed it and put it back in the drawer. I tried to stand up, but instead, everything went blank.

***** The morning after ****

I opened my eyes to a sun filled room. The drapes were opened, and the wind was flowing inside the room. Not only that, but there was a warm body besides me, I looked under the sheets, and I was naked.

" Phoebe... What the hell did you do?" I said quietly, afraid to wake him up, in that moment, memories about last night played out in previews. I remember taking off his clothes.

" You don't want this..." he said weakly.

" I'll be the judge of that," I said and tore up his shirt. He held my hand.

" If you keep going like this, I won't be able to control myself..." he said.

" Then don't..." I said and kissed him.

I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed about how I acted last night. This whole thing happened because I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I have never acted like that before, I didn't even know that I had it in me.

I looked at the man's face and he was handsome, even more so that he was sleeping.

' At least he's handsome' I said in my mind, trying to console myself for sleeping with a stranger.