The Billionaire I Married by Mistake

|Katherine| “WOOHOO!!” The shout ripped from my lungs as the bass dropped, vibrating through my bones. My arms shot into the air, caught in the ecstatic energy of the moment. Around me, a sea of bodies moved as one—jumping, spinning, swaying in wild abandon beneath the kaleidoscope of lights. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the music. Every beat seemed to thrum through my veins, louder than thought, louder than anything else. The crowd roared, a wave of cheers and screams that echoed through the walls of the club like thunder. The lights swept the room in dazzling arcs—blinding flashes of blue, purple, and gold—while the air simmered with the pungent mix of alcohol, perfume, and cigarette smoke. I tipped my head back and downed the last of my tequila, the fiery liquid burning its way down my throat. Then, without hesitation, I dove headfirst into the heart of the crowd, my body slipping into the rhythm like it had a mind of its own. Suddenly, the spotlight hit me—sharp and bright. The dance floor exploded with noise, the crowd parting as if they knew I belonged in that light. I glanced toward the DJ booth and caught him pointing directly at me, grinning like he’d been waiting for this. He shouted my name over the mic, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of me. I made my way to the stage, trading a high-five with him as the beat dropped harder, the speakers nearly shaking the floor. Then I was dancing—really dancing. No thoughts. No hesitation. Just heat, sound, and motion. The stage pulsed under my feet, and soon others climbed up to join me, their movements just as reckless and free. Sweat trickled down my temples, slipped behind my ears, and snaked along my spine. My skin was burning with adrenaline and joy. Party. Travel. Shopping. This is how I define my life—three essentials, each one irreplaceable. Without even one of them, I wouldn't feel whole. The momentary pause in my fun usually happens when someone stops me for a photo. It’s part of the territory. I may crave personal space sometimes, but I’m not the kind of person who turns others away. So I smile, pose, and oblige—even if it means stepping away from my own joy for a moment. I’d barely escaped the crowd, navigating my way back to our table through the throng of bodies and flashing lights. The music continued to thump beneath my heels as I finally sank into my seat. “Kath, the party's never the same without you!” my friends hollered the second they spotted me returning. Caleb stood and handed me a drink with a boyish grin, the kind that could disarm even the most skeptical heart. Before I could thank him, his arm slipped effortlessly around my waist, guiding me to sit beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Let’s be honest,” I said with a teasing smile, flicking my hair over one shoulder. “I am the party, Gee.” That made them laugh, loud and unapologetic. The kind of laughter that echoed above the music and spilled into the night like confetti. Then I felt Caleb’s lips brushing my shoulder—featherlight kisses that made my skin tingle despite the layers of heat and noise in the room. I wore a midnight-blue tube dress that sculpted every line of my figure with intention. Paired with black strappy heels, I moved with confidence that needed no permission. My makeup was my usual: soft, glowing, effortless. I never bothered with caked-on foundation. I didn’t need to. I know what I am. I don’t say it with arrogance, but with certainty: I am beautiful. In the kind of way that comes from knowing your worth, inside and out. I smirked at the thought—because really, what’s the point of denying the obvious? I took a sip—no, a full, deliberate drink—of the drink Caleb had handed me. Around us, laughter floated in the air like music—my friends and cousins chatting freely at our shared table. But beside me, Caleb had other things on his mind. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the bare skin of my shoulder, trailing upward to the sensitive curve of my neck. His mouth was slow, deliberate, and full of intent. One of his hands crept along the small of my back, moving in lazy, teasing circles—soft enough to feel comforting, purposeful enough to send a message. A very clear one. I already knew where this was going. I could feel it in the weight of his touch, in the way his body angled toward mine, in the heat of his breath that tickled the shell of my ear. “Let’s go somewhere?” he whispered, voice low and rough, like gravel dipped in honey. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Oh, he was definitely turned on—every inch of him burning with desire. He didn’t even try to hide it. I finished the last of my drink and set the empty glass on the center table with a soft clink. Then I turned to face him fully. Even with the dim lights casting everything in gold and shadow, the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. He looked at me like I was his next meal. He swallowed hard. The way his throat moved, the tension in his jaw. Everything about Caleb screamed s*x appeal—those sapphire-blue eyes that always looked a little too deep, thick brows framing them perfectly, lashes any girl would kill for, lips shaped like a sin, and that jawline… sharp enough to wound. And let’s not even get started on his body—toned, sculpted, and unapologetically on display in that fitted black shirt. Yeah, Caleb was sexy. No doubt about it. But that’s all he was. “Nah,” I said coolly, letting my fingers glide across his thigh. Once. Twice. Just enough to make him twitch. “Enjoy yourself here, Caleb. I’ll be back on the dance floor in five.” My nails pressed in, just enough to sting, and I watched his eyes flash—desire flaring even hotter now, laced with a hint of frustration. He leaned in, his lips aiming for mine, but I turned my face at the last second. He kissed my cheek instead. A growl of frustration escaped him, low and heated. “Is it true you’re such a tease, Kath?” Caleb murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear with deliberate intent. A wave of heat rolled through me, sudden and sharp, but I didn’t let it show. These kinds of gestures—the whisper, the touch, the practiced seduction—never really worked on me. I’d learned how to navigate them. Charm was a language I spoke fluently, and immunity was my armor. I turned my head slowly, meeting his smoldering gaze with a playful glint in my eye. “I don’t know. Am I?” I asked, my tone feather-light, laced with innocence I didn’t feel. His eyes, gleaming under the low lights of the lounge, scanned my face like he was searching for something deeper—some c***k in my composure. His desire was palpable, thick in the air between us. I wasn’t unfamiliar with that look. I’d seen it too many times to count—hunger, longing, a desperate wish to be the one I’d finally say yes to. That’s why I never got shocked when people tried to sleep with me. I understood the dance. I’d mastered the rhythm of polite refusals. “Kath…” he whispered again, his voice rougher this time, edged with frustration. Instead of leaning into the tension, I moved gently forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. It was light, barely there—just enough to send a message. He groaned under his breath, his jaw clenching as his eyes fluttered shut. When he opened them again, his gaze was fire, nearly searing. Still, I only offered him a sly, unapologetic smile. “Sorry, Caleb,” I said softly as I rose from my seat, smoothing my dress. “That’s a no. I only came back here for a drink. I was thirsty, not looking for trouble.” But before I could take a step away, his hand closed firmly around my wrist, pulling me back with just enough force to surprise me. “Caleb—” I gasped, my eyes narrowing as I looked down at his grip. “There’s really nothing, Kath?” he said, his breath warm against my ear once more. “I’ve been courting you for a month now.” His tone was raw, laced with disbelief and frustration. But I didn’t flinch. I’d faced worse than this—more persistent men, more desperate pleas, and darker intentions. Caleb was just another page in a chapter I’d already read too many times. “There’s nothing,” I replied calmly, peeling his fingers from my wrist one by one. I looked him square in the eyes, expression unreadable. “And I hope you’ll be okay with that.” For a moment, neither of us moved. The weight of silence stretched between us until, finally, he let go. He slumped back onto the couch, his head tilted back as he pinched the bridge of his nose like he was nursing a headache—or disappointment. “Damn it,” he muttered. “I heard the rumors. People warned me you were impossible to tame. I guess they were right.” I gave him a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, Caleb. I really did try. But I can’t force myself to feel something that isn’t there.” He looked at me then, eyes tired. “But I made you happy, didn’t I? Even for a little while?” I stepped closer, cupping his cheek in my hand for a brief moment, my touch gentle. “Yes. You did,” I admitted sincerely. “You’re fun. You’re kind. That’s not nothing.” “Tch,” he scoffed, brushing my hand away like it stung. “Then stop touching me like that, Kath. You’re turning me down, but you’re still seducing me.” I let out a soft laugh. “Oh. Sorry,” I said with a shrug. “I didn’t mean to.” With that, I gave him one last glance and turned away, walking back toward the pulsing music and neon haze of the dance floor. The moment I stepped into the light, the crowd erupted. “Kath!” My name rippled through the party like wildfire. Familiar faces beamed at me. Hands reached out. Bodies swayed and pulled me back into the celebration. I danced, smiled, laughed—like nothing had just happened. But who would have thought that this would be the last night I danced freely. The last night I lived on my own terms. The last night before everything changed. My hands frantically unbuttoned his shirt as he attacked me with kisses. I heard the door shut behind him. Then I felt his hand on my ass, and he forced me to wrap my legs around his waist. My hands automatically wrapped around his neck, my fingers digging into his hair. He started walking—destination unknown. His kisses were hot and very hungry, enough to blur my thoughts. And every step he made; I could feel his arousal between my thighs. I was drowning in his kisses, completely lost in them, so much so that I barely noticed when he gently lowered me onto a soft bed. He climbed over me, his mouth still claiming mine. And damn… His kisses were addictive—utterly intoxicating. He nipped at my lower lip and explored the corners of my mouth like he owned them. Maybe that’s why, despite how much I’ve always prided myself on self-control when it came to lust, I still found myself here—helpless beneath him. His kisses moved lower. I arched my back as he reached my collarbones. One of my breasts slipped out of my dress, and he pulled the fabric down further until my chest was fully exposed. I wasn’t wearing a bra—just n****e tape—which gave him easy access. Somehow, he knew exactly how to peel it off, his fingers confident, skilled, before he started playing with my sensitive peaks. “Ahh!” I didn’t even recognize my own voice. Never, not in my wildest fantasies, did I imagine sounding like this. My body was on fire, and the space between my thighs was aching, heavy with need. “Fvck. You’re so beautiful…” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through me. And I must say it feeds my ego! “Javier…” his name slipped from my lips like I’d whispered it a thousand times before. His kisses drifted even lower, reaching the top of my breast. A loud moan escaped me as his lips closed over my n****e, sucking with just the right amount of pressure. His hands roamed further down, fingers trailing over my thighs—until one of them slid between. I cried out again when I felt his thumb touch me there. I was wet—so wet it only fueled the fire inside me. He replaced his thumb with his middle finger, stroking my entrance slowly, deliberately. My fingers knotted in his hair, and I couldn't think, couldn't breathe—I didn’t even know what to do with all the things I was feeling. Fvck. I’ve experienced pleasure doing it on my own sometimes. But it really hits differently when someone else does it! When his head lowered onto my stomach, as much as I wanted to look at him, I just couldn’t. I immediately realized what he was about to do. I could feel the anticipation building up inside me. My hand trembled as I tried to pull him back up—but before I could even do it...I immediately felt his kisses on my wet entrance! “Ja…Vier!” One flick of his tongue, and my entire body spasmed in pleasure. My eyes rolled behind my head. A loud moan escaped my lips as I called out for his name. He kissed it…hard, his lips never leaving my folds. He held my thighs firmly. I did my very best to stop him from what he was doing. But all I could do at that moment was to dig my fingers into his hair as I savor the intense pleasure. He kept on doing it until I exploded. I was still shaking in pleasure when he finally stopped. I thought it would end there, and he would let me rest for a bit. I felt him move but I was too drowned in my own pleasures. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him sexily ripping off a pack of condom, swiftly slipping it on his hard member, as he directed it on my entrance. His eyes was laced with impatience and so much lust! Then, without ado, his hard length entered me. I moaned in lust and pain, and I immediately wrapped my arms around him. However, I felt his body stiffen. And I instantly knew what was running through his mind. “Move…I’m fine,” I whispered in his ear. He tried to look at me, but instead of meeting his gaze, I kissed him deeply as I closed my eyes. He didn’t move, as if he was giving me time to adjust to him. But as stubborn as I am…I don’t want anyone to treat me as fragile as a glass, even if this is my first time! That was why, even though I was still hurting from accommodating his shape and length, I moved my hips. His eyes widened as he break away from our kisses. “Don’t move or—” “No, I want you to move,” I whispered. I tried to move once again but he was quick to stop me. He put his hand on my waist to stop me from moving. “I told you to stop it, Katherine…” his hoarse voice laced with frustration. But I was just too stubborn to listen. “I want you…so bad…please move,” I begged. His eyes darkened. I could almost hear him gritting his teeth. And when he did nothing, I moved my hips in circular motion once again. I want him to fvck me. To not give a consideration just because it’s my first time. I want him to show me who he really was. I know that he’s an expert in this field. So, I want him to do me with lust only in his mind. Nothing else. “Fvck!” he cursed when I continued to move my hips in a rhythm I know. And finally, he’s completely buried inside me. Then…he finally pulled me, his hands firmly holding my waist. He lifted my hips in a height he could access. At the same time, he began moving between my legs. I was shocked for a moment, but when his pace quickened, I moaned loudly once again. His thrusts then became harder and faster. And each time he thrusts, I meet him halfway. And with every passing second, it feels like I was chasing after something. He did it over and over again. Then I felt him pressed his fingers on my nub, and like a switch, I was suddenly nearing my o****m! “Ahh!” “Fvck, you’re so tight…” he growled as I tightened around him. He let out a series of curses as he pushed himself deeper. The world around me faded into a blur—I didn’t care anymore. Even the values I once held close seemed distant now. All I could feel was the weight of emotion, crashing over me like a tide I couldn’t escape. He continued to slam himself over and over again, played my folds, until I exploded. But it didn’t end there. I was still trying to calm myself from a mind-blowing s*x with him when he suddenly flipped me over, ripped off another condom, and fvck me once again. I lost count of how many times we did it before my body finally gave out. One thing’s for sure—if I hadn’t been completely exhausted, he probably would’ve kept going until morning.