Slumdog Billionaire

10. Fake Boss

Chapter Ten

Clara, still laughing, turned her attention to Declan, her voice laced with mock seriousness. "I mean, look at this," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

"The owner must think you're some kind of celebrity or something. Got it all wrong, huh?"

Denver, who was also quite tipsy, picked up on Clara's tone and joined in the teasing.

"Yeah, Declan, who did you think you were tonight? The king of the world?" he chuckled, nudging Declan in the arm.

Their laughter grew louder, drawing even more attention from the people around them. They were clearly enjoying the moment because they were back to mocking Declan, their words slurring slightly as they continued to poke fun at the situation.

"Seriously, Declan, I didn't know we were in the presence of royalty," Denver continued, raising his glass in a mock toast.

"To Declan, the mistaken fake VIP!" he exclaimed, laughing.

Clara clapped her hands, adding, "Yeah, all hail King Declan, friend of the mighty and the powerful who is a gold digger and will lie to brag about being someone that he is not!"

Her voice rose over the music, and her laughter was contagious, albeit somewhat cutting given the sarcasm.

The rest of their group chuckled awkwardly, some glancing around to see if others were listening. The mood at the table became a mix of amusement and slight discomfort as Clara and Denver continued to mock Declan; she didn’t even think of how their words might affect him or the others around them.

Their behaviour, amplified by their drunken state, made the situation increasingly awkward for everyone at the table.

Stella leaned back in her chair, feeling overwhelmed by all the noise and drama around her. She had had enough of the evening's ups and downs. Looking at Declan, who was sitting quietly while Clara and Denver made fun of him, she felt even more frustrated because he wasn't saying anything.

Wanting to calm down and step away from everything happening, Stella reached for her glass of red wine. She hoped that drinking it would help her relax and forget the mess for a while.

With each sip of the wine, she tried to ignore Clara's loud laughter and Denver’s teasing. She closed her eyes, trying to block everything out and focus on the warmth of the wine as it went down her throat.

“That’s why I prefer staying in my room and reading my novels or helping out in the garden. The club seems like a horrible place” she mumbled to herself sadly but she came to the club thinking it will help her forget about her unfortunate marriage with Declan who seems to be an imposter.

Sitting there, Stella let the calm feeling from the wine wash over her. She wanted to escape the loud voices and just have a moment of peace. The wine gave her a little break from the hectic night, letting her tune out and find some quiet in her mind.

Declan noticed that Stella had drunk enough wine to make her a bit unsteady, so he decided it was time to leave.

“My wife and I are going to retire for the night “

He said goodnight to their friends and gently lifted Stella in his arms, carrying her bridal style out of the club.

Declan checked his customer's Rolex smart wristwatch that no one had. the entire world but him to check the time. Seeing it was already late, Declan thought it best to book a hotel room nearby for the night.

Once they were in the hotel room, Declan began to help Stella out of her clothes so she could be more comfortable.

As he did this, Stella couldn't help but look up into his face. Her gaze drifted to his lips, which seemed especially tempting at that moment.

“Look at your lips” she slurred

Her heart began to race, and she felt a wave of warmth and excitement every time Declan's hands touched her.

This feeling brought back memories of their first night together, intensifying the emotions stirring inside her.

Stella, noticing the effect she had on Declan, smiled coyly and continued to flirt with him. Her actions grew bolder as she traced the contours of his face gently with her fingertips, running them through his beard and down to his chest.

Her soft, dainty hands against his skin sent a shiver through Declan, eliciting a low moan from him as he closed his eyes to savour the sensation.

Her cleavage was exposed from the way she was positioned, and it drew Declan's gaze irresistibly.

The intimate atmosphere and Stella's tender touches reignited a familiar passion between them, reminding them of their deep connection.

Stella leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, her eyes locked on his.

The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this tender, charged moment.

The electricity between them was palpable, each touch and look deepening their desire.

As Stella's hands continued their exploration, a soft moan escaped her lips, her body growing warmer with each passing moment.

Memories of their last intimate night together flooded back, intensifying the heat between them. Each flashback made her touch more urgent, her breaths shorter.

Declan was captivated, his eyes tracing every curve of Stella's beautiful body as it responded to his touch and her own memories.

The sight of her, combined with the sound of her soft moans, was overwhelming. He felt a deep longing to reconnect with her on a level they both clearly missed.

The room's air seemed to thicken with their shared desire, each glance and caress adding to the building tension.

Declan moved closer, his own breath mingling with hers, their senses enveloped by the warmth and the echoes of their shared past.

Stella wrapped her arms around Declan's neck, pulling him closer. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in deeply.

"You smell divine," she whispered, her voice a mixture of affection and desire. Her warm breath on his skin made him shiver, and he tightened his embrace, overwhelmed by the closeness.

The simple compliment and her gentle touch sparked an even deeper connection between them.

Declan wanted to lean in to kiss her forehead softly, then trailing kisses down to her neck, savouring the sweet scent of her skin that she had complimented him on.

“I shouldn’t do this, we shouldn’t be doing this . I know we are married but still …” Declan was so confused on what to do.

His brain is telling him something else while his heart and and boner is telling him a whole different thing.