Hot Mom and Her Billionaire Ex-hubby

Tracey's POV

"I'll fuck his brain out tonight."

I said to myself as I took a glance at her own reflection in the mirror.

In the hot steam of the bathroom, my perfectly toned body looked amazing.

Being the voted hottest cheerleader, winner of beauty pageant, and social influencer, I used to have hundreds of admirers in college and millions of followers online.

And I gave it all up when I got married to Lucas Plarre three years ago.

I used to be madly in love with him. The reason was obvious -

He was so freakin' hot and I wasn't blind.

I mean, who wouldn't love Lucas Plarre?

He was a self-made multibillionaire in the pharmaceutical industry and the hottest bachelor in Dayton City at that time, so it took me quite some effort to secure our marriage.

And that effort included warding off his long-time girlfriend Jessica.

When I got married to him, no one had expected our marriage would turn out to be nothing but a piece of paper.

For entire three years, that mother fucker had never touched me.

Not even once.

That wasn't fair. He knew that the only thing that I had always wanted was a husband and a child.

Before anything gets weird, hear me through - Lucas Plarre isn't gay. I saw his collection of porn and it blew my mind. But the crux was he couldn't get over with his highschool sweetheart Laura, who passed away after suffering from years of chronic pain.

He loved her so much that he couldn't bear the thought of touching other women.

If he hadn't wanted my father's support in his pharmaseutical company, or if my father hadn't pressed him hard, he wouldn't have agreed to marry me.

And he told me on our wedding night that he would never ever touch me.

And after three years of marriage without being touched, I finally had enough.

Tonight is the night.

I've been calculating my ovulation for days and I will finally get what I want -

After tonight, I will be pregnant with his child and he will regret not touching me in the past three years.

I put on the hottest Lingerie and walked out of the bathroom.

I intentionally slapped the door, so he raised his head from a pile of documents to look at me.

"What the f...?!" Lucas frowned.

He didn't look enticed.

Instead, he looked vexed, putting down the glass of sparkling water that I had just poured for him.

"Today is your birthday, darling," I said in a luring voice, fiddling with his tie.

He pulled his tie back and looked at me with a deadpan face, "Put on your clothes right now. I need to talk to you."

"Yes, boss." I leaned against his table with my legs spread open like a slut. "Tell me what you want."

Lucas picked up a folder from the table and threw it in front of me.

"I want a divorce," he said.

"What?!" I was petrified.

I want to get pregnant and he wants a divorce?! Talking about not being on the same page!

"You've heard me. Loud and clear. That's our divorce papers. I've already signed it. Now you need to sign it." He said in a cold, indifferent voice.

I was still processing this whole thing. My mind raced fast as I remained still and silent.

"Both you and me know that our marriage is a mistake. We need to end it right now." His voice started to get impatient. " I don't love you. You can dress up like a whore or do whatever you want, but nothing is going to change this fact. Do you understand?"

Feeling disappointed and frustrated, I crossed my legs and asked, "Why now? Is that because that bitch Jessica is coming back this month?"

Lucas looked surprised.

"How did you know that Jess is coming back?" he asked.

I raised my eyebrows and answered bitterly, "I have access to your computer and I read all your emails."

"How dare you...?!" He tried to stand up from his chair.

I pushed him back to his seat and sat on his lap, "A free tip for you, darling. If you don't want others to hack into your computer, don't use your high school sweetheart's birthday as the password!"

"You..." Lucas looked a bit disoriented. His face looked flushed.

I knew that the drug I put in his wine started to work.

I didn't want to pull a dirty trick like this, but since he wanted to divorce me and this was literally the last night I spent with him, I just didn't care.

I had to fuck him once. That's what he owed me as a husband. At least his genes were good and our babies would be beautiful and smart.

"Now, darling." I loosened his tie patiently and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, one after another, like those big tits blonde girls did in his fucking porn collection.

"What... What's going on...?" Lucas slurred. He looked so hot when he was turned on like this.

"Nothing, darling. We're just going to have the best ever goodbye fuck." I said in a cold stern voice as I lowered my head toward his crotch.

As he started to moan, I scratched his legs with my nails, dragging long, deep blood streaks.

I looked up at him and saw his face. He was in pain and ecstasy at the same time.

I was caught in a dilemma.

I wanted to hurt him really badly, yet the sex was fantastic.

We were supposed to be perfect together if he hadn't been such a fucking jerk.

It took me a lot of love to hate him like that.

As I was on top of him, I felt that I was riding a wild horse.

The more violently I moved my body, the more I felt ashamed of myself.

Talking about guilty pleasure.

I looked down into his eyes and pressed my lips against his mouth.

It was the best kiss I had ever had in my life.

I knew that he felt the same despite the influence of the drug.

"Oh, darling," I whispered with my tongue between his lips. "Give it to me. Set a fire in my body."

He roared like an angry beast and suddenly got on top of me, pressing me against the bed with force.

As he finally ejaculated inside me, both of us became exhausted and fell asleep.

...

The next morning, I climbed down the bed quietly with a sore back and great satisfaction.

I finally got what I wanted.

I put on a V-neck dress and took a glance at my soon-to-be ex-husband.

He looked like a fucking combination of Allen Dillon and Johnny Depp in their prime.

To my relief, he was still soundly asleep.

"Sleep as much as you can. You mother fucker." I thought to myself. "Because this is the last day of your life that you can enjoy a good night of sleep."

I put on my Jimmy Choo and saw the divorce papers on the table.

I picked up a pen and put my signature on it.

Then, I looked at my ex-husband one last time and walked out of the bedroom.