MR. BILLIONAIRE, BEG ME

Angelic POV

Cause I wanna touch you, baby. And I wanna feel you too

('Cause I wanna touch you, baby

I wake up dazed. Holy shit, I had a nightmare! Looking over the side of the bed, I can't find Ethan. The curtains are closed and the lamp is off, which makes my vision poor. Sleep doesn't make my eyesight stronger either.

I run both hands over my face and yawn lazily. The clock reads 2:38. Oh my!

The bedroom door opens and a gloriously dressed Ethan in his pajama pants and bare torso walks in. His hair is disheveled, which I think makes him look sexier.

-"What made you lose sleep?" He asks as his gaze settles on me.

-"a nightmare" I reply frowning. Ethan continues his walk to the bed and lies down next to me.

-"Hey, it was a dream, baby. Sleep." His soft voice is masking concern, but I'll leave that for tomorrow.

-"Join me?" I ask, pouting. I'm sweaty, this nightmare was weird. Ethan doesn't deny my request and cuddles me in his arms. There's no better place in the world.

I drift into a deep sleep, and by Ethan's steady breathing, he too is sleeping peacefully.

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I wake up again. Everything around the room is bathed in sunlight. I look at the clock, it's 8:43 on Saturday morning. Even though my body is asking for another ten or fifteen minutes of sleep, I get up.

I head to the closet in search of the most comfortable dress I can find. I end up opting for a bold piece, a tight black dress, not too short.

My inner goddess applauds. It's a simple dress, and I like it because it makes my legs look more toned. I feel plausible.

I go back to my room and put on a pair of nude flats. My hair isn't in bad shape, so just a few strokes with the brush makes it look presentable.

I leave the room after getting ready and make my way to the kitchen, where I spot Mrs. Jones. She is busy with breakfast and doesn't notice my presence.

-"good morning" I try a light approach so as not to scare her

-"Good morning, Angelic," Mrs. Jones says with a bright smile. Wow, she finally managed to forget the formalities of "Mrs. Donneli."

-"Hmm... where's Ethan?" I ask. I haven't seen him since dawn today. It might have just been sleep or remnants of my nightmare, but he seemed strange, even distant.

-"Mr. Donneli has been in the office since early. Can I serve you some tea?" She asks in an expectant voice, but not enough to hide her desire to change the subject. I nod and sit on the bench in front of the workbench.

I watch idly as Gail fills the cup with hot water.

Taylor appears in the kitchen and gives me a formal look.

-"Mrs. Donneli" he greets.

Gail and Taylor start a professional conversation, in a low and measured tone.

They're tall, with the posture of a closet. Judging by their pole, their attire, and the way they entered the place, they're certainly security guards.

-"Where have you been?" I hear Ethan's voice hiss behind me and I almost choke.

I turn my head in time to catch his hard stare at the men. It's an understatement to say that the image of these two closets choosing each other over Ethan's accusatory tone is not funny.

-"We found her, sir." Taylor takes the men's word, even rudely.

Ethan looks at him sympathetically and gives him a nod.

"Great," Ethan mutters. Gail leaves and I decide to do the same. There's no worse situation than being uncomfortable in your own home.

I get up and walk towards the bedroom. It doesn't seem like a good time to have a conversation with Ethan, and he hasn't even looked at me!

It's not like he wanted an inquisitorial conversation.

-"Welch discovered the origin of the trackers" I hear one of the men say as soon as I get some distance.

This matter is none of your business! My subconscious retorts.

-"Apparently it was Mrs. Lincoln," the same man says. I feel the blood drain from my face.

Elena...

I stop in my tracks, I'm static. So the "mysterious subject" is about Elena the bitch Robinson! I return to the kitchen at the same time. My steps are as fast as my anatomy allows.

It certainly doesn't involve me, but this woman is not my favorite topic of discussion. I want to know when and why she is mentioned and especially when they want to keep me from knowing.

I re-enter the room and see one of the men hand a small box to Ethan.

-"Mrs. Lincoln? Elena?" I ask. At that moment, I gain everyone's attention, especially Ethan, who looks at me as if the question doesn't please him. I cross my arms below my shoulders, waiting...

-"I'm waiting for an answer" I say, looking at him in a morbid way.

Discontented.

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Angelic POV

I look uselessly at Taylor for an answer. As I thought, uselessly, he would never say.

The men, affectionately nicknamed "closets", leave the kitchen after a meaningful look from Taylor, who also leaves.

-"That's none of your business," Ethan says by way of explanation.

-"Several things in my life are none of your business and yet you are aware of everything" I murmur.

He sighs in anticipation before throwing his words at me.

-"Angelic" Ethan tries a soft approach.

-"I want to protect you." His voice is softer than either of us would have guessed.

-"I'm not made of glass. If I'm your wife, I should be on your side as much as you are on mine," I say calmly. I don't want him to be angry with me, and I don't want to be angry either. My goals are to make him talk and try to calm his mood.

Well, calming down would be nice too.

Ethan wraps me in a mutual hug and buries his nose in my hair.

-"I don't want you to worry, okay?" He asks in a whisper. I nod in a peaceful gesture. I hear his heartbeat more steady and even though he is a volcano covered by an iceberg, his breathing does not deny his concern.

Ethan lifts my chin so I can look into his eyes. He tilts his lips and seals them with a quick kiss.

Ethan bites my lower lip and I let out an almost involuntary moan. His skillful tongue slides across my lips in a calm, wet kiss. Like a sensual tango, our tongues meet at every touch. My lips swell with the desire repressed between my legs. Ethan lowers the hand that was on my chin to my breast and squeezes lightly.

-"ah" I moan softly. I grab Ethan's hair and bring him closer to me, turning the kiss that started soft into a more carnal and primitive high.

He leads me backwards with cautious steps, until my bottom meets the counter directly behind us.

-"hum" I mumble against his mouth. I gather all the strength in my core and push Ethan's chest with both hands. He doesn't move, but he moves away slightly. Well, it's enough for me to be able to satisfy my curiosity.

-"You're messing with me, Donneli," I say breathlessly.

-"let's make a deal" he suggests in a lascivious tone, which is very well interpreted by me.

-"I can't imagine which one" I blink my eyelashes innocently. Ethan smiles as he notices the sexual charge distributed in my voice.

-"I'll tell you later. Now..." before my brain can process his words, Ethan grabs my waist and lifts me into a sitting position on the counter.

-"ah" I shout in surprise.

-"I want to spank you" he finishes. The playful smile that filled my face is replaced by the captivity of my teeth, which painfully grip my lower lip.

-"I still haven't..." before I can even finish the sentence, Ethan pulls my waist towards him and automatically our bodies are together.

He covers my lips with his and forces his tongue into my mouth. It is undeniable that I cannot resist, I return his kiss with the same intensity.

I cross my legs over his torso and his excited member brushes against my sex. I am pulled to the edge of the counter. It is almost a test of trust as my body rests against his. Feeling his member touch the most sensitive part of me is as if we are one.

If I told you this was only gonna hurt

(If I told you this would only hurt