Mr. Billionaire Boundless Love

At this point, she knew that the men in the room were trustworthy, so she felt comfortable leaving her friends with them.

Emily waved her hand excitedly and replied. “That’s okay, I’ll stay. Take care!”

Seeing Selene leaving, Clint also stood up and turned to his friends. “It’s too noisy here, and I’ve got a headache. I think I’ll go.”

Johnson looked surprised. “Clint, what’s wrong with you? You promised that we would hang out, and now you decided to leave early?”

“I just need some quiet. You guys make too much noise. See you later.” Clint answered impatiently, then left without any hesitation. The others seemed unaffected by his departure, maybe because they were used to his strange outbursts and his odd personality.

Selene felt refreshed by the air outside. It seemingly sobered her up a little. She hailed a cab and was about to get in it before a familiar voice stopped her.

“Selene!”

Selene turned around and saw Clint walking towards her.

He staggered heavily and stared at her. He must’ve been very drunk.

“Are you okay?” She frowned and asked.

Clint walked to her, and Selene noticed how blank his eyes were. He muttered something, then suddenly slackened towards her.

The heavy smell of alcohol surged towards her. Selene felt the urge just to leave. But she thought that would be too mean and unconsciously stretched her hand to hold him. “What’s wrong with you, Clint?”

“Selene…” He leaned on her shoulder and muttered something inaudible.

Selene wondered what he was talking about as the only word she could make out was her name.

Selene briefly considered calling Clint’s friends to take him back but then decided to drag him into the cab. She then told the driver the address of Clint’s apartment so they could stop there first.

When they arrived, Selene felt it very familiar, as she had lived there for several months.

Clint was half-unconscious with drunkenness by the time they arrived at his apartment complex.

Selene had to help him get upstairs.

When they got to his front door, she asked Clint for the key, as she no longer had it since moving away from there.

Clint didn’t respond.

Selene went through his pockets in an attempt to find his keys. It was summer, so Clint wore very thin fabric trousers. She could feel the hot-to-the-touch thigh muscles through the fabric.

She soon found the key and then opened the door.

The apartment looked pretty much the same. Nothing had changed at all.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She dragged Clint onto the bed and took a deep breath.

She looked at the man lying on the bed and realized that things had happened the same way on that fateful day her life changed.

She coldly looked at the man and left him alone. She turned to go to the bathroom to wash her hands and face.

She splashed cold water on her face, which sobered her up.

Just when she raised her head and looked at the mirror in front of her, she saw Clint silently standing behind her.

Selene was frightened, and before she came to reality, Clint hugged and kissed her.

What happened next was a blur.

Animalistic instinct seemingly took over both of them as they made passionate love. For Selene, it was as if her own body moved without her own accord.

Selene could barely remember the exact details of what happened. Maybe the alcohol had clouded her mind. Or maybe the sex was so good that it made her mind go blank. Clint was good at what he did.

They both wanted it. They both needed it.

Unlike most of the other men, Clint’s face went pale rather than red when drinking. His eyes were red and had a glint in them.

Clint just kissed her lips slightly. Smelling his alcohol breath, Selene cringed slightly and turned her head away. Seeing this, Clint moved his mouth away and kissed her earlobe and neck.

When they were still married, they often had sex. But they only made love in bed.

But now, they did it in the bathroom.

He hugged her from behind as she held the washing machine for support. She stared at herself in the mirror and thought she looked strange. Behind her, there was a blurred face of a man.

They were man-woman, immersed in passion, divorced and single, in a scene that was truly chaotic.

When they finished, Selene lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep. Maybe she felt tired after her intense work week.

****

The next day, she awoke with sunlight shining through the window.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Clint’s face. Even though he was indeed handsome, he looked drowsy, and his eyes were bloodshot from having drunk so much alcohol the previous night.

He stared at her blankly, seemingly deep in thought.

Selene evaded his eyes and fixed her hair. She sat up straight and then looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s no big deal.”

“I got too drunk. I don’t remember what happened last night. Do you?” Clint asked.

Selene turned at him and smiled slightly. “Me? I have needs. What’s wrong with that? You’re saying you got too drunk, and now you don’t remember. But I heard that when men get that drunk, they can’t get erections; I don’t believe your excuse.”

Selene paused, then continued. “Why not just admit that you wanted to have sex? What’s wrong with one-night stands?”

She wasn’t a talkative person in general, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hold her own verbally.

Clint lightly sneered and sat up. He rubbed his eyebrows. “Yes, okay. I admit it.” He said calmly.

Selene got up, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and put them on.

Her back was against him. The morning light highlighted all the curves of her body, giving her a very appetizing look.

Clint glanced at her body, and his breath caught in his throat. Blood suddenly rushed away from his head and into a different part of his body.

He closed his eyes and asked in a low voice, “Are you angry with me?”