Ramsey's POV

Billionaire's surrogate stripper

Ramsey's POV

The door of the room came apart as I marched it open with force and it came down with a loud ear deafening sound.

“I fucking wish to bruise that handsome face of his, the mother fucker thinks his smooth words would fucking get to me.” my hands grip the bottle of whiskey sitting on the table hard with veins popping like it was going to pop open.

“Honey you're going to hurt yourself the way you're going let me take care of it.” The bitch I married for a wife tried to placate me by touching my arm softly in a bid to take the alcohol from my violent grasp.

“Shut up you bitch.” I yelled and pushed her, making her slam her butt to the floor and heard her screech and moan in pain.

“Learn to stay the fuck away from me else I'll do more than smack your ass on the hot floor I'll cut your hair and after that cut off your tongue and fingers one after the other till you bleed to death.” I warned and she tenses up in shock.