I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark)
I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Chapter Nine

I kept struggling, pulling at my hands and cussing out as Mark pulled me to the hallway, right beside the male section restroom. I stumbled after him, unable to keep up with his pace in my heels.

Even in my wildest dream, I wouldn’t have thought I might run into him here. I mean, in our three years of unfortunate marriage, I could count the number of times on the fingers of one hand I had seen him elsewhere apart from home. I had assumed he was always at work then recently, I concluded that he was ei-

ther at work or in some fancy hotel f**king my sister.

“Mark, what is wrong with you?” I hit his fingers wrapped around my wrist with my free hand, “Let go of my hand.”

He didn’t say anything, he just stormed ahead, his back rigid.

Ever since I proposed the divorce, he seemed to have become a ghost out to hunt and haunt me, appearing everywhere I was.

I let out a low groan as he slammed my back to a wall and pinned me to it. The

depth of his deep blue eyes were fathomless and they had turned so deep you

would think his natural eye color was a deep black.

“You seem to have lost your memory, haven’t you?” He snarled and I flinched.

“You’re my wife yet you rub yourself against a stranger like that? How sluttier can you be?!” He bit out, his expression got scarier and his words came out

harsher. “If I hadn’t stopped you, I bet you would have ended up in bed with him.”

I swear I would have slapped him. My palm itched to come in contact with his cheeks. “Watch how you speak to me, Mark.” I pushed against his grip but it just wouldn’t budge. The bastard.

“I will speak to you however I wish, you cheater. Who would’ve believed a prude like you was capable of cheating?”

I scoffed. “Cheating?” That was the highlight of his sentence. “Did you just say

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I cheated? The one who’s cheating here is you!” I spat in his face.

“Oh. Now tell me the number of girls you’ve caught me in bed with.”

scoffed. Incredible. “Are you actually denying this right now?”

He didn’t say anything. “I’ve caught you having S*x Bella. My own sister!” I screamed, “Worse, it was on our wedding anniversary.”

I remembered it to be our second–year anniversary. Still trying to make the mar- riage work – because of my selfish parents even though he didn’t want me,

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Now that wouldn’t have angered me neither would it have as I hated to admit – hurt me a little if it wasn’t Bella. Few months into our marriage, I had assumed he spent his nights with some bimbo and I had grown to accept that.

“I bet you didn’t even know it was our anniversary.”

He was silent for a while, the hallway was bathed in silence as his eyes probed

mine, searching…

“Is that why you want a divorce?”

Oh. If only I could hit his face right now. “Yes, yes,” I blurted. “And I advise you

to sign the divorce papers.”

“Wha-”

“You cheated on me with my own sister. How disgusting can you be?”

“There’s nothing between us. We both know this marriage is just in name and

paper.”

Liar! “Whatever, I don’t even care anymore. You can keep denying and lying. I

don’t give a shit. I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t remain caged in your shad-

ows. It’s high time I go back to living my life.”

“What about the business? You do know what damage this coul-”

“I don’t care, Mark!” I shut him up and I saw his annoyance build. “I don’t care

anymore what the implications could be. I just want to leave, okay. Sign the pa-

pers.”

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“Look, I don’t care what you want right now,” he gritted out, “All I care about is my company’s image a-”

“If you cared then you wouldn’t have blatantly ignored me the way you did

ce we got married. You would have at least attempted to make this work.”

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He pulled back, a smug expression on his face. “Are…” he trailed off, his stare peering into my eyes, digging into my soul. “Are you hurt?”

I felt his hold on me loosened and I roughly pulled away. I staggered forward in my heels and attempted to leave but he was too fast. His fingers once again. wrapped around my wrist, and he pulled me back. Again, he slammed my back against the wall, but this time, he didn’t pin me with a deathly glare but his l*ps.

The breath was knocked out of me as his l*ps came down on mine, warm and soft. I reflexively closed my eyes and let his l*ps crudely mold mine. In fact, I rev- eled in the feel of his l*ps on mine, my senses became hazy as I gave in to his hypnotizing k*ss. His hands circled my waist and pressed me closer to him, the heat of his b*dy created a maddening sensation on my b*dy.

His tongue probed, seeking entrance. I opened up, and his tongue sn*ked into my m*uth, wet and-

My eyes flew open, my b*dy grew rigid, and my teeth instinctively came down. on his tongue. What had come over me?

“What the f**k, Sydney?!” He pulled away and released me.

I staggered feebly, my vision unfocused for the slightest second after he pulled away. Shame washed over me. It was our first k*ss in three years and my b*dy had instantly reacted to it, all of my being had clung to the feeling like it.

years. was what I had been waiting for all these

I gathered my wits about me and faced him, “How dare you k*ss me with that. filthy m*uth of yours?! That’s f**king disgusting,” I yelled as I cleaned my tongue on my tank top. I knew that was childish but I wasn’t thinking.

It was as if he hadn’t been listening to me. I watched, slightly panicked – I won- dered why I was panicking as his tongue sn*ked out of his m*uth. I watched,

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transfixed, as the deep pink flesh sn*ked its way to the corner of his m*uth and licked there before his tongue slowly darted back in.

I blinked, thrown out of the momentary hypnotization, as he came at me again. His hands were like a vice as they pinned my hands to the wall above my head.

“Mark!” I struggled against his hold. “Let go of me. I’m serious-”

My words died in my throat as he reconnected our l*ps. I resisted the urge to be pulled in like I did the first time. I resisted the urge to savor the blissful feel of his l*ps on mine.

I would have loved the rough way with which his l*ps kneaded mine and I would have k*ssed him back with equal fervor if it was someone else. But this wasn’t some stranger or lover of mine. It was Mark.

I struggled between pulling him to me and pushing him away. I wanted to clamp my teeth on his tongue or l*ps as I did the first time but I couldn’t bring myself to. This feeling was confusing. I wanted him to stop and go far away from me but, insanely, I was scared that he would actually stop. It was crazy.

But I still struggled and as I did, my eyes squeezed shut, I tried to speak even with his l*ps on mine. His tongue, somehow, made its way into my m*uth. His b*dy pressed on mine, and I could faintly feel the bulge in his trousers against my thighs.

My struggles doubled and a scream rose in my ch*st .

My scream died in my throat because suddenly, his hands were off me and I couldn’t feel his b*dy heat anymore.

I brushed off the tiny tinge of disappointment and looked up to replace a wall with

limbs in front of me. My ch*st heaved up and down as I tried to catch my

breath.

There was a tall figure in front of me, his shoulders were broad, and his stance

made me feel protected even though I didn’t feel like I needed protection at the

moment.