The Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Huge thanks to all of you out there for voting for my book, I honestly can't thank you guys enough! So as a special gift, I decided to give you look into Blake's view of the shit that's happening right now. I hope you enjoy! <3

Blake's POV.

I was in idiot. A complete, fucking idiot.

And it had taken me a year to etch that thought into my foolish mind.

I still remember when I had met her. My father, Jake Ryder, had introduced me to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Alison Williams.

It had been a rainy day, the wind howling with agony as it ripped past the streets. The day I met her.

- Flashback to 5 years ago -

I continued to glare at the back of my father's head, my fists clenched in my lap. My father had decided to drive today, his eyes trained carefully on the road, one hand lazily draped over the head seat of the passenger seat.

"You can stop staring at me you know,"my farther's amused voice rang out as he glanced at me through the rear mirror.

I chose to ignore him, instead glaring with much more intensity.

"Blake."he sighed,"I know I'm beautiful and all, but please stop staring, I'm getting flustered."

I rolled my eyes, averting my gaze to the window watching as droplets of rain splattered against it as if enraged at its very existence.

My father was going to introduce me to my future wife. A girl who I had no idea was. I had no idea how she looked like. No idea about her preferences. I knew nothing about her yet I was soon to marry her.

I was only 20 and I was already thrown into a relationship. I wasn't ready for this.

This girl was my father's best friend's daughter. I had never once met her as the two of them lived in America. James would occasionally visit, but his daughter never came, tending to sleep over at her friends. I was already of sick of hearing my father's praises towards this girl. To me she sounded like a stuck up, spoilt, goody two shoes and I had no intentions to be connected with her in any way.

"She's a great girl, Blake. You'll love her."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again. He had repeated the same line about ten times now, and it was getting on my nerves.

"Whatever. I bet she's a bitch." I grumbled.

He frowned, glaring at me,"Stop acting like a whining teen, Blake. You haven't even met the girl and you're already judging her."

I bit my tongue, avoiding eye contact. My father continued to frown throughout the rest of the ride, occasionally glancing towards my direction and narrowing his eyes.

I was never one for commitment. In my teen years I had tended to be quite the player, getting some exceptionally talented girls in bed before dumping them publicly. I had loved seeing their tears running down the makeup-caked faces. It was amusing really. They would give their bodies to a man they had just met, so willingly in hope of love in return. It was absolutely ridiculous.

But even now, I still mingle around, diving into beds with some ladies that I had met in conferences, meetings or clubs. So the idea of dating someone repulsed me. But the thought of actually being married to someone, terrified me. Hell, it was someone that I didn't even know! I didn't like being tied down to one person. I was still young, and wanted to explore the community of ladies and their talents, yet my father disagreed. He continued to not approve with my decision of playing women, warning me that one day I would regret my actions.