CHAPTER 5- REJECTION

The sound of her moans filled up the entire penthouse.

Victoria was pleasuring herself with a plate of chocolate crepe and bananas. Not the single bit embarrassed of what they neighbors may think should they have heard her.

Savouring each and every bite she had she continued to moan, she was in love. Her newly hired French chef Javier was the answer to her prayers. She could feel herself orgasm with every bite.

Victoria firmly seated on the kitchen counter praising the 2 years her senior French Chef as she heard the buzz of the elevator as the doors opened.

"Wes? What are you doing here?" With nothing but a shirt on, Grace quickly steps behind Javier to hide herself. She was dressed in booty shorts and a tank top, not a sight for guests.

His eyes wander over her body then immediately tenses as he notices that she hides behind Javier.

"We need to talk Rose"

She coughed awkwardly. "Wes, can we do this some other time. I'm kinda busy at the moment"

Just as Wes was about to say something Javier spoke up. "Belle, no worries, talk with him I'll give you both some privacy. Her tells her as he walks towards the elevator, no doubt to head outside.

"Belle?" Wes asks as Victoria quickly slips into Javier's pants.

"Its nothing Wes, why are you here?"

Not bothering to say anything further Wes walks back to the elevator in time as the doors open. Shoving Javier into the elevator he barked out at the French man.

"Leave and don't come back"

Annoyed at the behavior of her husband, Victoria turns to Javier.

"Javier, I'll call you later, I'm sorry." Victoria smiles at him. Trying to ease the tension.

"No you won't" Wes snaps. He pulls out a roll of hundred dollar bills and tosses it at Javier. "Get the fuck out and don't come back."

Kicking the bill back out onto the floor of the penthouse Javier leaves.

Frustrated with Wes' behavior Victoria ignores her husband and makes her way to her own room to wear something appropriate.

"You can't be sleeping with men"

"Wes you have a girlfriend you strut around in public with. You're publicly humiliating me everyday. So don't fucking walk in here and start bitching about my PRIVATE affairs"

"You're my wife Victoria and I'll-"

"Fake wife Wes" she cut him off. "You were gone for 2 years and 9 months. You can't just waltz back into my life and start calling shots. Now tell me, what do you really want?"

Wes felt a pain in his heart. This had got out of hand and he had come to see his wife with the intention to fix things. He couldn't help but get jealous when he saw Victoria comfortable with Javier, the lord knew how much he wished Victoria was that comfortable with him.

"I've been lookin for you, I came home and you weren't there"

"I know" she sighed. "I don't live there anymore Wes. I wanted a place of my own. And it was good I did otherwise I'd have to be putting up with Monique right now."

She shook her head at him not hesitating to show him her disappointment. "What are you doing Wes? Have you seen the amount of Media attention the both of you are getting? Your arrival alone to Heathrow with her caused such an uproar!"

"I'm sorry about Monique."

She was surprised. She hadn't expected an apology from him. "Why are you doing this Wes?" She asked. "Why are you here? We have 3 more months left"

His demeanor suddenly changed. Shaking his head in deep thought his next word surprised her.

"Macdonaland"

"What?" She questioned. Curious as to what Michael had to do with all this.

"He was suppose to be my partner, how'd you nail him?"

A sigh escapes her lips. She should have known. It was probably a bruise to his ego that she got something he couldn't.

"I got to know him Wes. Like really got to know him. I Gave him a reason to trust me and now he does whole heartedly"

Wes was surprised. He knew Victoria was smart but clearly he had underestimated his wife.

"I want Macdonaland"

Victoria choked. "What?"

"I want Macdonaland Victoria. Give Macdonaland"

"I can't do that" Victoria was frustrated now. It was taking every bit of her strength to reign her temper in. And after all she had been through this past week, she had very little strength left at the moment.

"You will find a way, or I'll bring your company down" Wes stated in matter of fact manner. Not the least bit concerned about his wife

She laughed. His expression changed, he was shocked at her changed in behavior.

"Bring my company down? Know your place Wes. I started King Industries with the cash I earned from selling my own jewelry! And look where it is now! I had become the best not because I swam against my competition but because I tossed and turned them. Bent them to move according to my will. You may have been in this longer but I play a much better game then you do. Everyone in this industry knows that. You're a fool if you don't know this"

She was standing in front of him now. Her eyes burning with rage at the nerve of the man before her.

Noting their proximity, Wes grabs hold of the opportunity before him. Yanking her by the hand in one swift movement he trapped her in his arms and kissed her. He forced his tongue into her and tasted her. There was nothing gentle about him and Victoria enjoyed his roughness. Wes needed to taste her, yanking her robe off her, he began to place rough kisses down towards the lower part of her body. She wanted him she reeked of sex. He could sense it and he wanted her too.

But he couldn't do it.

Without another word. Wes turned around and left.

Victoria was beyond embarrassed. All Wes had to do was kiss her and she had spread her legs. She couldn't help the tears that spilled down her face as the rejection she felt settled in.

Desperate for a distraction she made a phone call.

"Emelia, yeah its me. Let's go out?"

She was gonna dance the knight away.