Billionaire’s Side Attraction

Lula Lopez

“Oh, come on Lula, don’t be like this”. As these words left Celia’s mouth, I felt like punching that sorry-ass look off of her botoxed face.

I tried to control myself before now, but her words infuriated me. I tried to be as calm as possible when I asked. “What do you mean by that, Celia?!”

She rolled her eyes, shrugging off my question. “Let’s talk in private, please.”

I was taken aback, but slowly, a smile crept up on my face: “You’re worried that everyone will find out the truth, aren’t you?” I cackled. “I don’t care what you have to say to me. You coming to Houston was a waste of time, enjoy the sceneries and go home.” I snatched my things from the table whilst Javier dropped the check-and we headed for the exit. I ignored the bystanders who were enjoying the scene, some of them had whipped out their phones and started recording. This annoyed me because drawing attention myself was never my intention.

Celia ran up behind me and stopped in front of me. “Please, Lulu, let me talk to you.”

I sighed and gave Javier a knowing look which he understood. Then, I followed her to the back room. It was the only way to stop the useless drama she was putting on in public. She shut the door, making sure we were out of everyone else’s hearing before she sighed and focused on me. “I’m sorry, Lulu.”

I scoffed. I could not understand how I felt hearing her say sorry to me, “I don’t care how sorry you are. Why do you care how I feel anyway? You did what you did without considering my feelings for one day. For goodness sake, Celia, you were my best friend.”C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

At this point, her eyes had turned wet and buds of tears rolled down her face. “Please, Lulu, I know what I did was messed up, I never wanted to betray you like that. I tried to fight it for months, I tried to resist his advances. He was being so nice to me, he took care of my mama. he was-he was everything. He makes me feel special.”

I listened without any emotions on my face. Carlos had his way around people, giving you the feeling of not being alone. He could make any woman fall for him by his charms and of course, his handsome features. “Congratulations on your engagement.” I headed for the exit in an attempt to leave the room but she was in my way again.

She shook her head in the negative. “He only announced the engagement as a counterattack for your having moved on so quickly. I promise you, He has no intention of marrying me.” I don’t understand this broad, how does her belittling herself make me ‘feel any better’?

This has always been Celia’s way of attaching herself to the big clicks. She suffers from an extreme case of low self-esteem and often tried to make up for it by hanging around people she thought were better than her. Despite my efforts at sending her to therapy to get help, she never got better, and this was another example of her attaching herself to someone famous just to boost her confidence among many other things.

I folded my arms against my rack. “Girl, I don’t care what you do with your life or with Carlos, just keep me out of it. I don’t want to hear from you ever again. For your information, I am not mad about you fucking my ex-fiancé behind my back, I am only mad that you would be so sneaky about it. You acted like my best friend, but the entire time, you were busy stabbing me in the back. So, you mean to tell me that if I didn’t find out about you both -or If I had gotten married to Carlos, you’d still be messing around with him behind my back?”

She dropped her head low. The guilty act wasn’t going to work on me. It only worked before but not now. If she truly felt sorry, she would have left Carlos. So, I know how sorry she is. She is only sorry she got caught.

I continued. “I thought as much. It’s just pathetic how you degrade yourself in this manner. Nonetheless, life goes on. I wish you good luck with your life. Excuse me.” I made my way to the door when I heard her frail voice behind me.

“Don’t hate me, Lula, please.”

I paused in my tracks but I didn’t turn to her. “I don’t hate you, I only feel sorry for you.” Then, I walked out. I joined Javier on the drive to the airport. Enough road trips for now. The ride to the airport was silent as I needed to process my thoughts.

Betrayal hurts just as bad as heartbreak, but betrayal mixed with heartbreak is deadly. I was dealing with betrayal, but deep down, I don’t think I was feeling heartbroken. I loved Carlos, but maybe the love was never as strong as I thought. Maybe.

We flew to Hollywood where we both worked. I had no plan of returning to Mexico anytime soon. My goal is to make Carlos Martinez a distant memory and I plan to do that soon. With a certain man candy beside me, I am going to fuck him so much until Carlos flows out of my system through cum… so much cum. My mouth watered just at the thought of tasting Javier again in my mouth.

My sight got misty with mischief as thoughts of Javier on top of me made me blush like a new bride. I looked over at him sitting beside me on the plane. He leaned into me and I whispered into his ear: “I’ve never had sex on a plane before.”

The side of his lips raised into a smirk. “Then, let’s try it right now.”