
The Billionaire's Claimed Obsession
Chapter 1
She told herself just one, just one more drink and maybe it would fill the emptiness she felt inside. Avery couldn't believe Jaiden left her for Nikki. He said she was just an assistant and nothing existed between them but it was a lie… all a lie and the funniest part was that she knew it was.
Most times when Avery called his line, Nikki would pick up…saying he was busy doing more important things and that she was disturbing his life. Each time she complained , he would back Nikki up, yelling at Avery for being immature and too serious.
She walked in on him fucking Nikki in his office one day and he didn't even apologize. He blamed Abery for starving him and making him look elsewhere but she was on her period and had severe cramps.
“It was just three days” she sobbed but he rolled his eyes and smeared at her.
Now he officially broke things after four years of being together. She cried, begged and knelt outside his Logistics firm (the same one she gave him the money to start up) for days but not only did he ignore her, he paid people to push her out.
“It was all my fault though, I didn't love him enough. I should have done more, said more, I should have willingly accepted him cheating on me than voicing my pain and now I lost him…Gosh I love him so much I feel like I would die”. Avery said to herself.
Then before she knew it, she was in a new country, an underground club drowning in alcohol and busting her ass on the dance floor. Already two drinks past her limit, her laughter sharp and unsteady as she lifted my arms, hips rolling to the rhythm. The short red dress clung to her light skin, too short that her butt was almost visible…yep, she was going all out .
But what she didn't know was that there was someone on the top floor, watching her intently.
Luca leaned against the glass rail of the VIP section. A loosened tie hung around his neck, his white shirt rolled at the sleeves. He didn’t move, didn’t even blink, as his gaze remained fixed on her below. People passed in front of him, shouted greetings and tried to catch his attention but none of it reached him, he didn't care about anything or anyone else.
She swayed, smiling to myself, eyes half-closed. A stranger slid up behind her— mischievous ,cocky, grinning with too-white teeth. He offered her a drink and she took it. He leaned in to say something, his hot breath on her ears.
“You look so good, mind if I dance with you?”
Avery smiled, turned her back to him and started grinding against his body . He held her waist, pulling her closer and she could already feel his hard dick pressing on her. They remained like that for what felt like 5 seconds before she heard the noise of someone forcibly pushing through the crowd.
The air behind her shifted, colder somehow. Avery turned just as a fist came from nowhere—one brutal hit that sent the man she’d been dancing with flying to a table. The crash silenced half the club. Shattered bottles rolled onto the floor, liquid spilling like dark oil.
She froze, blinking at the tall figure now standing in front of her.
He was… fuming , face red hot with eyes that looked like he was ready to murder anybody. Broad shoulders, sharp lines, blood from his knuckles smeared across his cuff, but his voice was calm when he spoke.
“Take care of him,” he said, not looking away from Avery.
Two men appeared out of crowd—security, maybe his. They hauled the groaning stranger off the broken table.
“No one touches her except me.” He growled.
Avery's stomach dropped. “What the hell—”
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