Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 33: Want Her More

"We’re here, ma’am." She heard the cab driver say which made Celine raise her gaze out to the gigantic building outside that looked incredibly towering.

Emirates hotels.

An ironic smile raise Celine’s lips, her sharp blue eyes barely visible beneath a wide hat that would conceal her whole face if she kept her head lowered.

Ian didn’t even respect her enough to invite her to his home, him sending her the address of a hotel was an indirect insult that he didn’t see her worth taking to his home.

He gave her a dirty offer and called her to a hotel where he planned to use her body like a toy who didn’t have a mind of it’s own.

The more she thought about it, the more the man she had almost married disgusted her to no end.

Celine paid for her ride and stepped out of the cab. Before she could start walking up the steps that led into the hotel, she felt her phone vibrating in her bag.

"Celine, don’t do anything stupid. Your plan is reckless, you didn’t even think it through. I’ve been so worried about you, but I never thought you would plan to do something this risky. Don’t go to that hotel, tell me where you are and I’ll come there. Let’s discuss how to get you out of this mess."

"I’ve made up my mind Elise, I’m there already. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine."

Celine knew Elise would fill up her ears with warnings again, she appreciated Elise’s concern but she didn’t plan to change her mind.

As she tucked her phone back into her bag, she walked up the steps.

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Emirates hotels, honeymoon suite 85,

Ian rested relaxingly on a modern rocking chair, his laughter echoing through the romantically decorated suite.

"Hahahaha! Haven’t I always told you that she was the stupidest most naive woman you could ever meet? Celine is like wet clay, if you’re smart enough, you can mold her into anything you want, that’s why I’m not letting her go." He said to someone over the phone.

Any minute from now, he expected her to knock on his door.

Celine Roberts, that woman...he had to admit he was somewhat attached to her.

The way she was naive and clueless...it was something that attracted him to her at the very beginning. He had been fascinated to meet an actress thriving in the entertainment industry yet she was so innocent, so easy to fool.

He would have a girl right in his bedroom, naked and waiting for him to fuck, and Celine would be right there cooking for him, too naive to know what a man does when he locks himself up in his bedroom for five hours straight as long as they kept their voices down and with the soundproofing in his home, she wouldn’t be able to know. He could just throw a little excuse at her, he was writing a new song and he needed hours of focus to be able to put enough emotions into his music.

"What an idiot." Ian chuckled to himself as he recalled that. "I tell you man, having a girl like her as a girlfriend was the most fun experience." He continued to his buddy over the phone.

He once had an ongoing orgy party with the best girls in Neville, hosted right in his own villa. By chance that day, Celine had called him. It had been quite fun for him to have a full conversation with her over the phone while in the middle of having his fun and she couldn’t find anything suspicious.

How could she still expect a man to be loyal to one single woman in this day and age when there were thousands of walking, breathing sex dolls out there? She really was hilarious.

Men loved adventure, men loved to explore, men loved to taste every flower in the garden, and the dumb societal norm that strived to keep a man tied to a single woman was stupid and it just stripped men of the freedom they could have. Thankfully he wasn’t the kind of man to conform to society.

Ian’s songs were all love songs, depending on seasons he would release love or heartbreak songs, the disgusting longing and loyalty in the lyrics of love songs always made him sick, but it was what sells to the public, he had a full team of ghostwriters who specialized in coming up with those sickening lovey-dovey lyrics and all he had to do was sing them with his perfectly trained voice.

People loved him for his voice, everyday he had thousands upon thousands of devoted fans singing praises of him, almost worshipping him. They adored him and he did his absolute best to maintain the perfect persona of a good hearted, devoted man with a big heart who could love a woman so deeply, his whole life seemed to depend on it. He was selling the public a persona that went perfectly with the kind of songs he produced, people loved stupid shit like that.

Ian never wanted to give up this free life he had to live, the freedom to have any woman he wanted in his bed, host orgy parties, live wildly without destroying his persona which continued to sell and earn him fortunes, so Celine was his perfect ticket for a coverup.

In all honesty he had been extremely surprised when he met her and realized her personality wasn’t a curated persona for the world like many public figures employed. He had seen actresses who were actually haughty and rude in reality but in front of others they sold the perfect personality of being a humble and sweet person.

Celine was like a ripe, fresh fruit unexposed to toxins, just real and natural. There could be others like her, but it was quite rare to find one with a stable rising career.

She was perfect for him.

He would use her to further show the world what a love-struck man he could be, he would use Celine to fulfill every fairytale prince fantasy for all his female fans, he would be that unreachable prince charming in their eyes, and Celine...his clueless little Celine would have no idea that he was living his most free life behind her back. But things had happened unexpectedly and she had walked in on him playing with her little sister who had been giving him the hints that she wanted to be fucked.

He had kept things under control by making her see what he could do to her if she backed out. Celine’s personality increased his fan base and made his reputation look even more pure in the eyes of the public, and the swoon worthy love story he had curated with her had sold him even more to international reach, she was an asset to his career.

But who would have thought, she would suddenly come up with the wild idea of running away at their very own wedding. He had not just lost face, but it had made people question their relationship until he came out and pulled the public sympathy onto himself.

He couldn’t deny that with Celine’s so called vow of virginity until marriage, it had made him quite excited to unwrap her for a taste, it was like waiting on a special birthday present for when one would open that present and enjoy it fully, so he had been patient, almost lost control a few times and almost lured her into giving in but she would continue to remain steadfast.

It made him want her more.

Before he would fully destroy her for humiliating him, he would get a taste first.

"The paparazzi are on standby, once I’m done with her by morning, I’ll slip out of the suite and I’ll give them access in, they’ll take pictures of her used and still laying in bed. What those kind of pictures will do to her already ruined reputation, well... let’s wait and see.

"Hahaha, you know me, my revenge is always brutal. I’ll make her regret making a fool out of me by leaving me on an altar like a complete idiot!"

"Ding ding." Just as he was still talking on the phone, the doorbell rang and he immediately looked towards the door of the suite with a knowing smile on his face.

"She’s here already. Gotta go." He hung up the call, casually strode to the vanity to fix his hair and loosen the tie on his robe.

Women couldn’t resist him if he looked like this. Seductive, charming and disarmed.

He went to the door and pulled it open with a broad, welcoming smile.