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Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 67
Since we transferred from the couch to the bed, I wasn't able to sleep, but I heard him snoring. I moved to face him. I put my finger on his nose to make him stop from snoring. This man is a hardworking man. That's why it's not questionable why he's making sounds when he is sleeping. I hugged him tight to make myself slightly out of the room that is decorated with guilt and regret. I released heavy breaths before I tried to sleep. His scent made me fall asleep.“Oh,” I moaned while my eyes were closed. A tickling and a sensational rhythm engendered me to open my eyes gradually. Slowly, I was getting familiar with what's happening to me. Someone was lifting my legs while a wet and naughty thing was pushing in and pulling out of my hole. “Oh, fuck. Marcov, ugh!” I moaned when I realised that it's his tongue.I shook my head many times to make sure that it's not just a dream. I just fell asleep but I was being given this lustful and sensational service from Marcov. He stopped and h
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 68
My legs were like bamboos, strong but wavering because of the ten-round battle above the bed I had against Marcov.“Marcov, I told you that I should stay at home because my knees were not in the mood to stay outside today.”His hand cupped mine. He gazed at me for a while and stared back at the road. We are going to the airport now and will be fetching his future daughter-in-law.“You are the only woman who is close to me and Kalvis. I know that you can fit with the vibe Margarette has.”I rolled my eyes.“Are you certain? ”He sighed. I know that his tongue tells a lie because of his traitor eyes.“Well, she's not like you. She is a model and a typical woman who always remembers to put makeup on her face and forgets to flush the toilet.”His humor made me laugh so loudly inside the car.“Damn, Marcov. How could you call a woman like that? "I am still holding my tummy as I continue to laugh.“Do you think that I'm saying that because I am kidding? "He shook his head. “Margarette Green
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 69
It's been three days since I had the appetite to go to the company. He's called me several times, but I didn't give a fuck to answer his damn call.I walked off to the office with my forehead held high and my steps heard over the corridor. Since his office is located on the most peaceful floor of the building, even a sigh could be heard loudly.I pushed the door, and I saw him sitting down on his swivel chair. I walked directly to my table and sat on my own chair.He stood up, and it made me look at him with my eyes narrowed.“Baby, why are you like this to me? You made me feel like I was unloved by you.”“Do you want me to call the police again and tell them that—argh! Nevermind! Just don't talk to me!"He giggled. “If I mind?”I rolled my eyes. Whenever he came to my unit previously, I always called the police and told them that someone was disturbing me and trying to harm me. They always attended to my concerns, but this time, I can't tell them that Marcov Greyford is annoying me b
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 70
My fingers were traveling from his chest down to his abdomen. I hugged him tight and kissed the top of his shoulder. We are done satisfying each other. “Are they not coming here?”“They are not going to come. I told you already.”“I'm just making sure.”“Why is that, my baby?” He touched the tip of my nose.“You don't want to give Marga a chance?”“Marga?”“Margarette.”I rolled my eyes out of jealousy. “You really gave that woman a pet name?” I turned my back to him. I hate it. He's making me jealous of that bitch. “Baby, her name is too long.” “Well, I hate it! I don't want you to make her name short. It feels like you were romanticizing her name when you called her Marga. Fuck off with that!”He hugged me from behind. I felt his lips give a smack on my nape. I got chills. But then that won't take away the jealousy I feel right now. “Baby, she's just my future daughter-in-law. She's going to marry my son, and nothing more than that is going on between us.”“Let us not fool ou
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 71
We are now in the living room. We drink together with the butlers and the maids. It feels like this holiday is a party. The maids and butlers are wearing the same color as what we are wearing. The upbeat music made us all dance like teenagers. “This is the best Christmas ever!” I whispered into his ear. He drew near to me and held on to my waist. We are now swaying our bodies together. “Merry Christmas, Miss Veronica!” They greeted me. I don't know what Marcov told them about me. But I guess they knew that something was going on between me and Marcov. Their eyes are telling me that they are blissful as they see Marcov in a delightful era again. “Merry Christmas, everybody!”The celebration continues, and my heart is graceful because of this moment. It's been a while since I felt happy this season. Afterward, I told Marcov that I wanted to go to the garden. He went to the garden with me. We could hear laughter and shouts of happiness even though we were in the garden. “Does it h
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 72
Trying to compose myself, I am gripping Marcov's arm. The two came to us while holding their own glasses of wine.“Hi,” she greeted me. I smiled without showing my teeth. I think she's playing nice to me, but she's scheming something inside her head. “Marcov, why don't you ask Lita to assist them? They might want to have some food. Lita’s pasta is the best,” I suggested. “Right. Lita, help Kalvis and Marga—"I elbowed him. I hate him calling that woman by the name he summed up last time. “I mean Margarette.”“Sure, Sir Marcov. Sir Kalvis, let us come this way.”I guess that Margarette noticed that I didn't want to see her in front of me. “She's not calling me maid anymore. Who told her that I am not a maid?”“Baby, she's trying to be nice.”“Are you siding with that woman? Well, they are not married yet. You can still jump in the middle and tell your son to give way and let you marry that woman,” I whispered. My blood is really boiling if I always see that Margarette. She insulted
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 73
I didn't wait for the evening to end; I went home with my Mercedes. I never let Marcov stop me. Even to the butlers and maids, I didn't say goodbye to them. I answered Marcov's call when I sat on the couch in the living room of my unit. I stretched my back and looked at the ceiling.“How are you?”“I'm fine; don't worry about me. Have fun with them. I went home because I have my period. I need to rest because I've got dysmenorrhea.”“Okay, baby. Take a rest, okay? Merry Christmas again.”“Hmm. Yeah. Merry Christmas, M-Marcov.”I ended the call. I put the phone beside me. I was crying hard because of the feelings that were blending inside of me. I'm guilty of this, but at the same time, I am regretting that I ended what's going on between me and Kalvis.I sighed. My heart is torn apart. I don't know why I'm feeling this right now. The more I push him away, the more our memories linger in my head. The more I try to forget everything about us, the more I remember every detail of it. Y
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 74
A few days passed, and Marcov was busy with the company and the wedding of Kalvis. Somehow, I am a bit composed now. I wasn't really thinking so deeply about the mistake I made against my boyfriend. Marcov brought me to the mansion since he isn't comfortable if I stay in the unit alone. I am trying to strive to get rid of my anxiety, and day after day, I feel like I have a beautiful reason to fight more, and it's Marcov. I went downstairs to find out what's going on downstairs since I heard people laughing. It's the butlers and the maids. As I was making my way down the staircase, they all looked at me with a genuine smile. I locked myself inside the room and only ate if Marcov was home. Now they seemed grateful for seeing me try to stand strong against this anxiety. “Miss Veronica, come here and let us have coffee together,” said Lita. “Thanks,” I said with a weak voice. They brewed me a cup of coffee. I touched Lita's hand that's placed on my shoulder. “Are you feeling alrigh
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