Rocked by the Billionaire by Lola Swain

couch next to him. He stared down into his lap.
    “Look at me,” I said. “Have the fucking balls to look me in the eyes when you speak that way to me.”
    But he didn’t have the balls to look at me, but it didn’t really matter because he said it.
    No matter how many times I dressed up in sexy lingerie or killed myself to make myself available to him or humiliated myself by having video chat sex in front of the wrong person, I would never be good enough in his eyes. And that is a fuck of a thing to realize, especially when you’re in love with the person who doesn’t give a fuck.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s actually better this way because now you know. I’ve given the power back to you to make the decision.”
    “I deserve better,” I said and stood from the couch.
    “Yes,” he said.
    I walked toward the elevator door to Aiden’s suite and waited to hear him call my name. And when I reached the foyer and he did, my heart leapt.
    “Wait, Lexi,” he said.
    I rested my forehead on the elevator door and thought about what I would say. I would make him promise that he would leave Raven immediately and commit only to me. I would have to think of something to say to Devon, but I was sure he would understand. I know, what a fool.
    I took a deep breath and turned to face him. He stood before me and smiled. With his pants down around his ankles.
    “I’m leaving in a few hours to go to Atlantic City for the night. How about one more fuck? What do you say?”
    “I-I...what?” I said.
    “For old times’ sake?”
    “Fuck you, Aiden,” I said and pushed the button for the elevator door to open.
    “Come on now, don’t be such a prude!”
    I turned and faced him when I got into the elevator and he shook his cock at me. After the elevator door closed and descended, I slammed my fists against my legs and wailed. I made it to my room and threw myself on the bed and cried myself to sleep.
    When I awoke five hours later, I booked the first flight out of New York the next morning and went down to the bar to drown my sorrows.
    I saw her sitting at the bar by herself, aviator glasses covering her maddeningly beautiful face. I stood in the entrance to the bar and studied her to figure out in what ways she was better than me and why Aiden thought she was better than me.
    She is beautiful...no doubt about it. She has auburn hair and gigantic tits and a delicate, pretty face that is more natural than many of the overly injected porn stars I've seen.
    I felt worse looking at her as if I would have been okay with Aiden’s unceremonious dumping if she was ugly. Lucia always said that if you are dumped for another woman, always hope she is much prettier than you. She figures that makes sense and then you can make it right in your brain and heart. I always thought the opposite. If the girl I was dumped for is ugly, it’s not a reflection on me. It is flawed logic, to be sure. Either way, nothing is changed.
    Lucia would have told me to turn around and leave the bar. To stop torturing myself, go back to my room and wait for my flight. But I'm not Lucia.
    I went in and slid into the barstool next to Raven Sheridan and ordered a beer.
    “Just a beer?” Raven said after the bartender set down a cold pint of Boddingtons in front of me.
    I turned and stared at her and she took her sunglasses off and placed them on the bar.
    “Um, well I have to fly early tomorrow so I didn't want to get plastered.”
    Raven swiveled in the chair toward me.
    “Where are you going?” She said.
    “London...back to London,” I said and cleared my throat. “I live there.”
    “I love London,” she said and took a sip of her tall, red drink. “I always have the best time there. My name is Raven, what’s yours?”
    I realized that she had no idea who I was and since I knew Aiden was in Atlantic City, I decided to have some fun.
    “Mary,” I said and held out my hand.
    “You don’t look like a Mary,” Raven said as she took my hand