Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex-Chapter 25: The Mask Slips

I woke up to the incessant buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. Sophie’s name flashed, and I felt a mix of anticipation and dread. After the media storm of the past week, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice still groggy from sleep.

"Liam, what were you thinking?" Sophie’s voice came through, a blend of concern and frustration. "It’s all over the news. What is going on with you? How could you do such a horrible thing?"

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. "Sophie, what do you want me to do? Your sister wants to take everything that I’ve worked for away from me."

"But Liam, all of the things they’re saying... you know it’s not true."

This would break Diane completely.

I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "It’s a mess," I admitted, surprising myself with my honesty.

"Look, why don’t you come over? We can talk about this face to face. I could really use your company, to be honest. I’ve missed you, Sophie, and everything I’m doing is because of you and for you." The lie hung in the air.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I held my breath, hoping she’d say yes. Despite everything—I craved her presence.

"I... I can’t, Liam," she finally replied, her voice tinged with regret. "I’m out of town for an event planning gig. I just called to understand why you did all this."

I could hear the conflict in her voice, the restraint. She was trying to be angry, to be disappointed. "I’ll see you when I get back. Talk to you later, Liam."

As she hung up, leaving me all by myself, reality came crashing back.

I sat there for a long moment, staring at the blank screen of my phone. The emptiness of the house seemed to mock me, amplifying the loneliness that had been gnawing at me all week. I needed a distraction—something, or someone—to take my mind off the chaos.

Almost on autopilot, I scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Natasha’s name. The phone rang twice before she answered.

"Liam," she purred, her voice low and inviting. "This is unexpected. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. I thought you might have forgotten about me," she said in a sarcastic tone.

"Why haven’t you been meeting up at the Ritz-Carlton for weeks now? It’s been like forever I haven’t set my eyes on you. Is it about the issue with your wife?"

"Hey, darling Natasha," I replied, keeping my tone soft. "I’m so sorry about that. I’ve missed you a lot, and I was wondering if you might be free this morning. I could use some... company."

There was a brief pause, and I could almost see the smile spreading across her face. "For you? Always. I’ll be at yours in thirty."

As I hung up, a mix of anticipation and shame washed over me. This was who I was, wasn’t it? The man who sought comfort in the arms of beautiful women, regardless of the consequences. I pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on getting ready for Natasha’s arrival.

Thirty minutes later, right on cue, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Natasha standing there, looking as stunning as ever in a form-fitting green dress that left little to the imagination.

"Hello, handsome," she said as she placed a hand by the side of the door striking a seductive pose while bitting her lips, and her eyes darting to the sight of my already erect groin and bare chest.

Without a word, I pulled her inside, pressing her against the closed door as our lips met in a heated kiss. She tasted like whiskey and sin, a distraction I knew I shouldn’t take but couldn’t resist. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I quickly unzipped her dress so i could feel the warmth of her breast on my bare chest.

We stumbled towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in our wake. As we fell onto the bed, I lost myself in the feel of her skin, twisting one of her nipples with my finger and sucking the other.

I carassed her body with my tongue tracing her abdomen, then down to her Vagina.

"I want you, Liam. She screamed, I want you to breach my walls and fill them with your warmth. I want to be pinned down and fucked as if it were my last..."

Hearing her say those words made me feel very comfortable. I loved when my women gets comfortable.

Shhh..." I said, as I slid my tongue into her Vagina and started thrusting in and out with my tongue, my groin got hardened as I stood up dragged her closer and penetrated her at once.

Loud moans of her ecstatic pleasure sliced through the tesion surrounding the house. Her nails dug into my back as I continued, faster than ever.

She shivered, clinging desperately to me, her fingers digging deeper into my flesh. With deft fingers, she started slowly, watching as my dick grew harder with each stroke. I kept going, relentless, and after a full-blown session, I came.

For a blissful hour, I forgot about the media storm, the press, the guilt—everything except the pleasure we were sharing.

Afterward, as we lay tangled in the sheets, I felt a momentary peace. But it was short-lived, shattered by the sound of the front door opening and a familiar voice calling out.

"Liam? You here, man?"

Noah. Shit.

I bolted upright, panic flooding my body. "Natasha, you need to go. Now."

She looked at me, confusion and hurt flashing across her face. "What? Why?"

"Please," I begged, already throwing on my clothes. "I’ll explain later. Just... use the back door. Quickly."

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, but she complied, gathering her things and slipping out just as Noah’s footsteps approached the bedroom.

I had barely pulled on my shirt when the door swung open. Noah stood there, his expression morphing from curiosity to shock to anger as he took in the disheveled bed, the lingering scent of perfume, and my guilty face.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Liam?" he exploded, his voice rising with each word. "After everything that’s happened this week, this is how you choose to handle it?"

I ran a hand through my hair, avoiding his gaze. "Noah, it’s not what you think—"

"Don’t," he cut me off, holding up a hand. "Don’t you dare try to bullshit me right now. I saw her leaving. I’m not an idiot."

The anger in his voice was like a physical blow. I’d seen Noah upset before, but this... this was different. This was disappointment, betrayal, and fury all rolled into one.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he continued, pacing the room now. "Do you have any idea what kind of shitstorm we’re dealing with right now? The media is having a field day with your divorce scandal that you made public yourself, and here you are, proving them right!"

I felt my own anger rising, a defensive reflex kicking in. "What I do in my personal life is none of their business—or yours, for that matter."

Noah whirled on me, his eyes blazing. "It became my business when I agreed to be your friend. It became my business when I started putting out fires left and right because you can’t keep it in your pants!"

"That’s not fair," I shot back, my voice rising to match his. "You know damn well that half of what they’re saying is true."

"But this wasn’t!" Noah shouted, gesturing wildly at the bed. "This, right here, is exactly what you’re accusing Diane of, trying to ruin her because of your selfish reasons. Do you even care about the people you’re hurting? About Diane? About your career?"

The mention of Diane was like a knife to the gut. I sank onto the edge of the bed, the fight draining out of me.

Noah’s expression softened slightly, but the disappointment remained. "Nobody’s asking you to be perfect, Liam. We’re just asking you to think before you act. To consider the consequences of your actions."

I nodded with a grim look on my face, unable to meet his eyes.

"From where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it," he said as he shut the door in a rage.

As Noah left the room, his disappointment hitting harder than any headline, my phone buzzed again. Another call. Another problem. And I wasn’t sure if I could keep the mask on much longer.