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I concluded the next day that it was indeed a blessing to live alone in our villa. After I so tactfully handled the arrogance of my husband, he might as well go to the women he said enjoyed his tongue between their legs. What a cruel statement to prove your sexual province in front of your wife! I was his fucking wife.He belonged to me as much as I belonged to him. And I had never accepted that as boldly as I did after he showed his passionate side even though it was in bits and pieces.I didn't hear from my husband for two straight days. I waited every night on my bed with my eyes glued to the door of our bedroom and he didn't walk in. He avoided me like a plague and I craved him like a junkie who needed a fix.Finally, the third day he sent his driver to inform me about the trip to Knoxville. We were flying there in our private jet and my husband wanted me to pack up in an hour.I gritted my teeth and slammed the door on his driver's face. My husband was becoming even more of an ass
Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire Chapter Twenty Three
When I woke up the next morning, the sky was only just turning gray over the horizon. I was still naked the waist up and the sheets covered my chest lazily. I opened my eyes groggily to search for my husband. He wasn't in the bed beside me. I sat up holding the covers to my chest as I listened to the running shower. In what kind of mood would Daniel return to the bedroom? The husband in need of his woman's comfort or a man who despised his wife? The water stopped and I pulled the sheets up higher to cover up my breasts as much as I could. I'm sure he had pleasured them enough during the night because he had his arm draped over them like his favorite teddy bear. I remembered being hot and bothered due to the way he kept pulling me flush against his body. He had been hard the whole night, I could feel him breathing hotly against my neck every time I made an attempt to adjust in his hold. When nothing worked I let my body get acquainted with his touch and feel. It almost felt natural.
Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire Chapter Twenty Four
I missed my dad so much, it had almost transformed into a physical thing. The only real family I ever had was miles away from me and slowly drifting towards death. With the new health facility, he might stabilize for a bit and stay a year or two longer than the doctors had predicted earlier. However, the bottom-line was he would leave me soon. Nathan tried to take away some of my loneliness but he was invisible most of the time. I was served the most exquisite breakfast and lunch selections along with exotic white wine and sparkling water. The hotel staff treated me like a queen no doubt about it but I still missed being treated as Daniel's wife. "Do you want to go shopping?" Nathan asked. Yes, that's what I was supposed to do. Shop and roam around the city with my bodyguard. As if that would make me feel any better. Maybe, that's what trophy wives did to pass the lonely hours in their husband's absence. It wouldn't make me happy. "No, I've a wardrobe of designer clothes with matc
Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire Chapter Twenty Five
Nathan looked unsure as he led me into my suite at the hotel. I wanted to appear as careless as possible but I was brewing with anticipation and excitement from inside. I guess Nathan figured that out already."You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He asked me, swiping the key to my suite. The sudden words startled me and I turned to glare at him. "Why would I do something like that?"Nathan said nothing, his hands in his pockets and watching me intently. I left the strappy sandals on and walked inside the room, tightening the knot of my silk robe, cinching at the waist over nothing but a skimpy pair of bikini, the fabric sticking to my skin, still damp from my after-swim shower."Mr. Rutherford is waiting for you. Do you want me to come inside?"I opened my mouth to answer him but a deep voice beat me to it. "Fucking leave, Nathan. My wife doesn't need a bodyguard around her own husband."Nathan just kept staring at me as if to confirm it from me. I opened my mouth, shut it, then open
Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire Chapter Twenty Six
He put my palms on the side of the couch asking me to hold them tightly, my breasts stiffening in the cool air. His hands took a desperate tour of them as he settled behind me, the soft brush of his dress pants replaced the bare skin of his thigh and the hardness of him. "Look at me." He almost panted the words his hands palming my ass cheeks, while he bit my shoulder blade. I resisted looking into his eyes, hating the fact that he would see my true emotions if he gazed deeply, and he would know the need thrumming through me. He leaned forward, gathering my hair in his fist and twisting my head to look into his charcoal eyes. My toes curled when he gave me his playful smile. He enjoyed my vulnerability. "It seems my fortune is not all you're after. You crave my attention too. So, here it is. Take it all." I gasped when he dragged his tip against my folds, found my entrance and slid inside in a slow, inch by inch fashion before he shoved his entire length into me, deep. "If I want to i
Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire Chapter Twenty Seven
I was tired and confused. My husband was being too insatiable and that wasn't the worst part. It was me. I had started losing my identity. Before I was sure what to expect and what not to from our marriage but the thin line between duty and desire was broken and now all I felt was regret. Not the sex part. It was great. I had never felt that amazing about my sexuality before Daniel started seeking my touches like a starved man. I had officially become a good trophy wife that the Rutherford's had invested their fortune on. What troubled me from inside was my growing need to please my husband. It wasn't about the sex anymore. I needed more of his attention. I wanted him to hold me like he held me the other night. I wanted to feel his warmth in my bed every night. I wanted him to kiss me on my lips and take me to dinner dates. I wanted him to introduce me to his friends as his wife and come home to me after work. I wanted all of that and more. My husband however was a riddle. Certainly,
Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire Chapter Twenty Eight
It wasn't a surprise that everyone in my husband's office knew about me. From the doorman to the rows of employees sitting in the glass cubicles, all of them rose to address my presence and I was all shy to smile at them in appreciation. However, the young lady just outside my husband's cabin didn't seem to be very pleased with my arrival."You can't go inside." She gave me a fake smile, stepping out of her desk and standing in front of me. "He's in the middle of an important meeting, Mrs. Rutherford."I eyed the tainted glass door that separated me from Daniel and the only obstacle was the blonde lady in a too-tight shirt and too-short formal skirt. I would be the worst person to judge her dressing choices but the fact that she was my husband's secretary wasn't helping. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and squared my shoulder with confidence. She didn't need to know I came uninvited."My husband is expecting to see me this afternoon and..." I turned my wrist to affirm the time on my Di
Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire Chapter Twenty Nine
"You can ask me about her if you want." My husband said as soon as my back hit the cold surface of his office desk. He was right in the action, pushing away the files and whatever was on his desk to the ground. He picked up the receiver, dialed a number, and ran his thumb over my bottom lip as he waited for the answer."Do not let anyone through my door, understood?" His eyes remained on my face as he spoke on the phone. "Yeah, you seem to have failed at your job. Consider this as your final warning. If someone even knocks on the door- you're fired."He tossed the phone on the leather couch and hovered over me in record time. I wondered why I was still sprawled on his desk, like a fucking dish, while the lunch box I brought for him was lying on the coffee table."I don't care. And more so, can you stop touching me, for fucks sake?" My heart was bruised and scarred, yet my legs found themselves around his waist anyway as he dragged my body toward the edge of the desk. At that moment, I
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