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Choosing My Billionaire Husband Forty-seven
"What?" I asked, not believing my ears. I remained in the car, glaring at him even after he unlocked the doors. He sighed as he looked straight ahead, making me question why he was avoiding my eyes. "Let's just go." "I'm not going anywhere!" I exclaimed. "Why would you want to bail him out after what he's done to me." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Just a few hours ago, you were blaming yourself for his misfortune. Now I want to put you both out of your misery, you now want him to remain in jail? What exactly do you want?" Something strange was going on here. I could just feel it. There was a reason why he was avoiding my gaze and why he suddenly wanted to help my father. It had nothing to do with me and I had spent so much time with Davis to know that once he had made up his mind on something, he wasn't going back on it. "At least let him stay there for a night," I pleaded. "Then you'll have someone else take him home tomorrow. I don't want him to come home with us." He held me
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Forty-eight
Even though Davis was holding the shaving stick over my head, he didn't move away from me. Where I thought he would laugh, he simply kept a straight poker face that intensely gazed at me.The position was very intimate. I could feel his every breath and with my hand still on his chest, could feel his heart beating. "Let me go shower," he said and I nodded, turning away again. "Wanna join?" My eyes darted back to him, surprised at his request and wondering if he was simply joking. He smirked as he got up. "Very soon, we'll shower together all the time," he said as he entered the bathroom. Left with nothing else to do, I played with my fingers and tried to calm myself down. It didn't make sense being this flustered all the time around him, especially when it was this obvious. In the meantime, I undressed and wore a bathrobe, sitting by the edge of the bed so I wouldn't have to hide to undress when he got out. When the door opened, I ignored his glistening body and semi wet hair and
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Forty-nine
Davis kissed me again and there was nothing else I wanted to do than be there with him, holding him while he explored my body. While I was lost in the kiss, he led my hand to in between his legs, letting my palm feel his raging boner. My eyes popped open when I felt it, but he didn't let me react. Holding the rest of my body closer to him, he slipped my hand into his shorts, letting me feel his thickness and length. His cock was warm and so big, my core contracted a little when I wondered if I would even be able to handle it. Even as I lightly touched it, it seemed to be moving on its own. I swallowed. I'd never touched or seen a real penis before. Touching that part of him brought me back to consciousness. Was I truly ready to do this? Davis let out a sound like a growl that seeped through me. I was the one making him feel that way, making him feel so good, that he had to groan in pleasure. I tugged at his cock that seemed to keep growing as I rubbed it, not sure I was even doing
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Fifty
Now I had his full attention, I wasn't sure which question I wanted answered first. His unwavering stare made me nervous and it was a feeling I didn't work well with. "Will you answer every question I ask honestly?" I asked, stalling to think. "Of course. You already think the worst of me so no amount of honesty is going to make you like me or hate me more," he said. I felt a little bad. He was right. I did think the worst of him. But what other choice did I have?"How do you know my father?" I asked, deciding it was best to get on with it. He pursed his lips but answered in a heartbeat. "We did business together."I had never really understood that part but never tried to ask because I didn't think anyone would be willing to answer me. "If you already did business together, then why did he need me to marry you to gain his favor and do business with him again?" I asked and he looked at me like I was the most clueless person he had ever met. Sue me. No one ever told me anything so
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Fifty-one
The rest of the week went by as well as it could have gone in my opinion. Davis was considerably nicer, but he never tried to touch me again. Work went well, with Davis taking me with him at the beginning of the week, but after the third day, he never returned from work. Worried, I called him on the phone, but he never answered my calls. It seriously bothered me, but this was not the first time he had done something like this. It just didn't go down nicely to realize he could just switch up on me after how far we had gone. The house felt lonelier and the food tasted bland without him. At night, it felt much colder and as I wrapped the duvet around me, I wished it was his hands encircling me instead. Everything in the house reminded me of him. I couldn't believe it was possible to miss him this badly. Not being able to contact him just made it a hundred times worse. I felt scared. Not just for him, but for myself. I'd become so used to sleeping with him that being in this room alone
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Fifty-two
Davis's POVI had to leave. I just had to. Who could blame me? Staying with her, spending all day with her, and fighting to keep my hands off her were the most difficult things I had done all year. I was tired. What the fuck was wrong with me? Even right here at the farmhouse, alone and surrounded by the sounds of animals mating, I still couldn't stop thinking about her. I was right when I told her I'd never felt so strongly for anyone as I currently did for her. But then again, I'd never been so attracted to a woman and lived with her for weeks without sleeping with her. Maybe that was why I was so smitten by her. Maybe that was all. Anything could have happened on that night a week ago when she was willing and eager under my arms. If I had just continued, I would have had her screaming my name and holding onto me while she came. I could imagine what her face would look like. Yet, something had stopped me. It wasn't fear or self-control, no. It was the realization that I secre
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Fifty-three
Cassie's POVMy head hurt terribly like an army of drummers was fighting on it. I was hungover. Getting up, I grimaced when the pain changed position, wishing there was some sort of concoction I could drink to make this horrible hangover disappear immediately. When I opened my eyes, I had to wipe them again and again to understand where I was. Was it the drink? Fear set in, momentarily distracting me from my headache. Where was I?The room was arranged but quite dusty. White sheets covered most of the things in the room, giving it a haunted look. My heart began to pound and I covered my mouth, fighting the urge to scream. Had I been kidnapped? But how? Seeing the door, I rushed to it but after trying the doorknob a couple of times, it didn't budge. I was hyperventilating now as I wondered where I was, who brought me here and what I was supposed to do. Nothing about this place was familiar. Last I remembered I'd been drinking happily in the movie room, so how did I end up here?
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Fifty-four
It was hard to determine who had instigated the kiss because we were both holding tightly onto each other and kissing like our lives depended on it. His hands wandered over my body, settling on my butt and grabbing it. My mouth opened and he immediately stuck his tongue into it. Our tongues danced together and intoxicated me while I wrapped my arms even tighter around his neck, unable to get enough. With how tightly I was holding onto him, I was probably blocking off his blood circulation, but he didn't complain. We didn't fall, but somehow, we ended up lying on the grass, while still holding onto each other. His dress shirt came open first, the buttons flying off almost simultaneously. I hugged his bare chest as he pulled on my gown and within seconds, we were both lying on the grass in our underwear. The grass tickled my skin, but I didn't mind it. "We're outside," he whispered against my lips. "I don't care," I responded, pulling his face back into mine. I was surprised he was
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Five years later: Cassie’s POV:I stared into the glittering eyes of my baby girl as she struggled to make them stay open while I read her a bedtime story. She was just as stubborn as her father, fighting sleep even though that was what she needed. “And they lived happily ever after, the end,” I said. By the time I was done with the bedtime story, sleep had won. Although my daughter was asleep, I couldn’t stop watching her I rubbed her head and stared into her face, smiling when I saw the close resemblance she shared with her father. “You’re lucky I married a handsome man,” I whispered, still not ready to leave my baby girl’s side. “I love you,” I said and kissed her on her forehead, before turning to leave the room. “Jeez!” I gasped when I saw Davis standing by the door with his hands in his both pockets, smiling down at me. I turned back immediately to see if I had woken Ivory up, but luckily she was such a deep sleeper. “You scared me,” I whispered. “Come,” he said, stretchi
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Five
Davis’s POV:Do what’s right. I knew what that meant, and I didn’t like it. But she asked me to do it for her. How could I possibly say no to her? There was nothing I couldn’t do for her. I realized that now. The fact both warmed and scared me. Never had anyone had this much power over my choices but I had to admit it did feel strangely good. Here I was, driving down to meet Kayden, but this time with a different intention from what I would have liked to do. I was quite surprised to still see him there, sitting on the same swing bench he had been sitting on several hours ago when I found my wife next to him. This was going to be extremely difficult. I took a deep breath. I had to be really careful not to flip out and ruin the whole plan. “This is for you, baby,” I whispered to myself before leaving the car. Kayden flinched a little when he saw me approach, but when he saw there was nowhere to run, he remained where he was sitting and pretended to look unbothered by my presence
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Four
Davis’s POV: I don’t know how long I was passed out for, but when I woke up, I found myself alone in a big bland room that had no windows. It didn’t take long for everything to click into place. Even though my head was pounding like it was about to explode, I could still put the pieces together. I had been kidnapped. It was a bit embarrassing though. I was supposed to be experienced and intelligent. How could I have let myself be tricked so easily? I remained on the floor where I was and hoped my head would stop hurting so bad. What happened to using chloroform to make me unconscious? Why did my attacker have to go old school and knock me out with a blunt object? It felt personal, like whoever had done it, purposely wanted me to feel pain. I should have never underestimated him. Of course the timelines clicked in place. Why did I let Lisa come with me? He had cleverly used her to get to me. Now I was here, I wondered what he planned to do with me. He had almost taken my life the
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Three
Davis’s POV:Surprisingly, my relationship with Cassie changed for the better after my few hours stay in the hospital. She felt terrible for what she had done, but the action made her see how dangerous it was to believe one side alone. It was just as I suspected. Her father had gone ahead to change the contract entirely. It had nothing to do with money because I had given him more than enough money to start something for himself. He was not unreasonably wicked either, so it had to be something else. When I read the fake contract and found how Kayden’s greatest qualities were mentioned over and over, I knew who was responsible. Simply knowing with no proof though, was not enough. I had to teach that scoundrel a lesson or he would just disappear for a while and return again to be a thorn in our flesh. Fortunately, Cassie had been easy to convince. I think it because she felt terrible after sending me to a hospital, even after I assured her continually that it wasn’t her fault. I di
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and Two
If I said I knew what I was doing, I would be lying. I was in the car with Rufus, who was taking me to only God knows where, and I had no idea where Davis was or how he was doing. After everything that had happened these past few days, I had disassociated a little from reality and this was proof of that fact. There was nothing I could do except sit and watch after all. Look where trying to act on my own had got me. “I just got off from a call with the boss,” Rufus said, swerving to the right. “He says I should take you to meet him at Palm Greens.” I turned away, distracting myself with the view of the palm trees and other cars we passed. I didn’t know where Palm Greens was. Maybe it was the place where he had captured Davis and the others. I didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t bear to see my husband in that position again, or worse, Lisa. A feeling of dread washed over me as I began to realize just how serious this was. Kayden did not believe he had done anything wrong. I w
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred and One
I waited until Rufus was completely out of the house before speaking. I didn’t have a plan yet, but I wasn’t dumb enough to follow him to meet Kayden. Who knew what that psychopath would do with me? “Leave, now,” I told my father as I untied Gloria from the chair. My father stood still as if he hadn’t heard me. I really didn’t have the time for this. “Why are you still standing there?” I asked him. “Hurry up so you both can leave while you still can.” “It can’t be that easy, Cass,” he said. “He’ll find us soon enough or Kayden will send someone else after us.” I groaned in frustration. “So what do you expect me to do? Follow him?”“I’m not saying that, but…”“You want to die!” I screamed, running my hand through my hair, a habit I had learned from Davis. “Isn’t it better to try than to just stand around and wait to be killed? I don’t know what you expect me to do, but I’m not following anyone anywhere. We’re all escaping one way or another and it’s fine if you don’t want to follo
Choosing My Billionaire Husband One Hundred-Yay!
As this was not the first time I had walked away from my father in anger, it neither felt good nor painful. I was just tired of the whole thing. I had no idea what was going on inside or what he was trying to hide, but at this point, I no longer wanted to find out. He was old enough to deal with his issues on his own and I was done being on the receiving end of his selfishness. He didn’t try to stop me and that was a clue that if he left the house, something bad would probably happen to him. Come to think of it, ever since I returned to California, I didn’t think he had ever left the house. I was tired of overthinking and watching my every step. I was tired of second-guessing my place in everybody’s life and wondering who was secretly a traitor and who wasn’t. I just wanted to live my life normally and peacefully, but my ex-boyfriend had made it his mission to make me keep looking over my shoulder. I wished Kayden could just disappear somehow. I didn’t care how, I just wished he an
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Ninety-nine
Before I could say anything in response, my phone began to ring. I saw it was a call from Kayden and I froze. I let it ring and go to voicemail, because even though I was mad at him, I could still remember what he had done to me and I wasn’t sure I wasn't ready to face him yet. “Who was that?” my father asked, craning his head to look into my phone. “No one,” I said quickly, reducing the volume of my phone and placing it in my bag. “You asked how we can know for sure whether Kayden was the reason I lost my baby or not?” I asked him, giving him a chance to take back his words. He looked away. “It may not have been him. The baby may have already been weak…i don't know how these things work but…” “I just told you he kicked me repeatedly on the stomach and I started to bleed. You're telling me I should believe the kicking had nothing to do with me losing my baby?” I asked, now more disappointed than ever. Even if he was being forced to do this, what could be at stake for him to say su
Choosing My Billionaire Husband Ninety-eight
“Cassie dear. I'm so happy you're here,” my father said, looking from side to side after I showed up at his door unexpectedly. “Come on in.” I took my steps in carefully, sucking in a breath to remind myself I needed to remain as calm as possible. “Sit down,” he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “What would you like to drink?” “Nothing. Don't worry yourself.” He nodded and sat down facing me. I glanced around the room to ease some of the discomfort I was beginning to feel. “I see you cleaned this place up.” “Yeah, my…yes I did,” he said. “I'm sorry for your loss.” We sat in awkward silence for more moments as I tried to gather my thoughts. It had been three days since Davis was discharged from the hospital and the press had been on our necks ever since. I didn't know what they were talking about because I had blocked every single news outlet from my phone. That wasn't a lasting solution, but it was working for now. On the other hand, my father had probably been swall
