Prince Charming

SIA'S POV:

"Calm down, girl."

Jules, my childhood friend, kept trying to snatch the bottle of wine from my hand but failed miserably.

Apparently, I needed to drown my sorrows somewhere, so what better place than a club?

"I get that your husband cheated on you, but is he really worth this?" Jules asked, her tone laced with disbelief.

I rolled my eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

I didn't just lose my marriage and my title as Mrs. Wood—I lost money.

"You don't get it, Jules. I wasted three years of my life on that bastard, and all I managed to save was just five thousand dollars." I scoffed bitterly. If I had known the Wood family was so protective of their wealth—and so ridiculously stingy—I would have never married Ashton.

"What a waste."

Jules placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Hopefully, you'll get something in the divorce. So stop sulking," she added, and I simply nodded.

I needed a share of Ashton's properties—my little compensation for everything I had endured.

I had suffered enough in the slums while growing up, and I was never going back there.

My gaze drifted upstairs, where I noticed a tall man surrounded by New York's second-generation billionaires. He exuded power and had an irresistible pull to him.

And, God, he was hot—without even trying.

"I've never seen him here before, but he looks familiar," Jules murmured.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I stood up, only to stumble slightly. Jules was quick to catch me.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

I pointed toward the man upstairs.

"Go home. I have something important to do," I muttered, trying to push her away, but she held on. I frowned at her persistence.

"You're drunk, Sia. Let's just go back home."

"I am not drunk, Jules. Let go."

With a final push, I freed myself and made my way upstairs.

But by the time I got there, he was gone.

Curse you, Jules.

"Why do good things always run away from me?" I pouted.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a silhouette heading toward the corridor—the one leading to the private rooms.

Without a second thought, I followed him.

My prince charming was about to swipe his card to enter his room when I hurried forward, slipping inside just before the door closed behind us.

As expected, he turned to stare at me, a deep frown etching his face.

"You must be wondering who I am, but is that really important?" I teased, biting my lower lip.

God, he was so damn hot—and so tall.

I couldn't help but analyze just how big he must be under there.

He looked like Ian Somerhalder, and honestly, I wouldn't mind if he sank his fangs into my wet—

"Get out!" he roared, his deep, magnetic voice sending a thrilling shiver down my spine.

Definitely my type.

"I can't move," I murmured, watching his brows furrow as his gaze shifted from my face to my thighs.

Wondering why I can't move, perhaps?

"I scraped my knee falling for you. Do you happen to have a band-aid?" I asked, extending my hand toward his chest.

Before I could touch him, he grabbed my wrist, his warning gaze sharp.

"If you go any further, you'll regret it," he cautioned, his voice low and dangerous.

I chuckled.

"Then make me regret it—"

I hadn't even finished my sentence when he pushed me onto the bed.

The only thing I could see in his eyes was pure, unfiltered lust.

Of course he wants me.

"I respect women a lot," he murmured, a sinister smile tugging at his lips. "So, I'll do as you wish."

He moved on top of me, his body pressing against mine—

Wait.

I didn't even know his name. Or his medical records.

"Do you have a name? Or can I just call you mine…?"

"Shut up, lady. Let me," he muttered.

And just like that, I surrendered myself to him.

Maybe a lifetime of HIV was worth this night.