Chapter 30 Why him?
I can feel my insides quivering, bile threatening to push past my stomach to spill out of my mouth.
I'm going to be sick.
I don't answer my aunt as I brush past her and hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. I make it just in time to throw up the glass of champagne that I just drank, acid coming out of my mouth as my stomach empties out.
Out of all the people in all the world, why did it have to be Miguel fucking Cargill?
The realisation hits me a like a ton of bricks.
I have been manipulated.
Miguel used whatever sexual chemistry I had with Black to use me. He's been scheming against Ben ever since I can remember, and he just used me as another one of his pawn pieces.
Even now, I'm still thinking of him as two seperate entities.
How could he play me like this? Is it even legal?
I let him fuck me raw, I allowed him inside my body, gave him things I've never even thought about.
Not once in all the years I've been together with Ben have we had sex without a condom. Not even once.
I knew he was savage, but I didn't expect him to do this to me.
And the worst part is, I allowed every single thing he did. I wanted it, craved for it.
I hungered for every touch from Black. I was even mad if I couldn't smell him.
If I had known it was Miguel, I wouldn't have done it. I would've never betrayed Ben like that.
Of course it's just my luck that Caroline is outside of the cubicle I stumbled into.
"Everything okay?" She asks with a raised eyebrow, the judgement evident on her pinched face. "Are you ill?"
I walk over to the basin on shaky legs, but I would be damned if I let her see me stumbling.
"I'm good." I nod at the bathroom attendant who magically holds a bottle of water out to me.
"You're not pregnant, are you?" Shock and disdain drops from her voice.
In her world, girls are not allowed to get knocked up before it is meticulously planned. I'm sure families like hers have abortion clinics on speed dial for a private service.
Gloom settles in the pit of my stomach at her words. "Of course not."
The words taste bitter on my tongue. Did I not ask Black what will happen if I end up getting pregnant? I'm on the pill and I take it religiously, but no contraception is one hundred percent, and Black has pumped his sperm into me every single time.
Except last night.
I clench my ass in remembrance, and I'm sure I wince.
"You better not be." Caroline's eyes travel to my flat stomach as if she could see straight through the fabric. "We don't want any gossip speculating that the only reason you and Ben got married is because you're pregnant."
The bathroom door opens and my aunt enters, catching the last of Caroline's words.
"Everything good?" Aunt Farrah's hawk-like eyes that are the exact same shade as mine go from me to Caroline. She looks ready to wield her knife at Caroline if I said the word.
"I'm good." I can't help but smile at her. "I don't think my lunch is accommodating with my stomach."
"Oh, I have something for you." Aunt Farrah steps closer to me and opens her clutch. "I always keep something for nausea and vomiting because you never know what food they might give you at these events."
"Smart." Caroline smiles at her. "See you outside."
We both watch her leave before my aunt turns to me. "What was that about pregnancy?"
I sigh and rinse out my mouth before popping the pill. "She probably heard me throwing up. No worries, I'm definitely not pregnant."
At least I don't think so.
"I really don't like that woman." Farrah says under her breath.
"You don't?"
That surprises me slightly. My aunt usually don't give anyone the time of day that she doesn't like, but she hasn't shown any animosity to Caroline before.
"I tolerate her for you and Ben, that's it." Aunt Farrah shrugs. "He's a sweet boy, I can't judge him because his mother is a bitch."
There it is again. Ben, the sweet boy, the good guy.
And I've unknowingly been sleeping with his brother, although sleeping with him is being called mildly.
We have fucked sinfully, debauchery took place that can't be undone.
"Also, they're very high up in the political world. "Aunt Farrah rolls her eyes. "Alessandro says we have to be nice to them."
Two elegant women enter the bathroom, cutting our conversation short.
I tip the attendant generously before following my aunt out of the bathroom, the nerves in my stomach knotting all over again.
I need to get a pregnancy test, just to make sure I'm not. It would just be the cherry on the cake if I was, and I'm sure the universe would just love to play another joke on me.
I don't see Ben when I enter the foyer again, I need to give him some type of apology for how I treated him. And I fucking hope he never finds out.
I smell him before I see him, and even after last night, my body reacts in a way that has me fuming at myself.
My pussy and ass clench involuntarily when I practically feel him approaching me from behind. How have I never been aware of him like this before?
"Madison." His voice is lighter now that he's not growling and whispering.
How could I not place his voice when now it's all that I recognise?
Goosebumps break out over my skin when I turn around and come face to face with Miguel and Madison.
"Miguel." His name falls from my lips like a prayer, and something flashes in the aquatic blue of his yes before he masks it again.
"You look beautiful." His Adam's apple bobs ups and down as his eyes take me in wearing the simple, but figure hugging black dress.
Fuck.
I can feel my panties getting slicker now that I know it's him, and my pussy clenches hungrily like it's waiting to be filled like only he can.
"Thank you." I gulp as images of the night before run through my mind.
Then I turn back around and practically run.
I need to stay far away from.
Or that man might destroy more than just my asshole.