All Chapters of Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was all a charade. I staggered beside my husband like we were made for each other, so much in love and couldn't keep our hands off each other. But only I knew what was brewing in those moments."Do you love all this attention?" His heated words burned my ears every time his face was close to pose for the photo ops. He never missed a chance to put me in my place. "I know you do. Isn't it the reason you agreed to marry a total stranger? I bet you'll sleep well tonight. What an achievement!"I remained expressionless through all his comments until he handed me a glass of champagne and watched me intently as I took a slow sip. My first taste of alcohol and I already felt dizzy. His cold eyes remained on me as I smacked my lips together and made a face."Not an alcoholic girl I presume? Have you ever had a drink before?" He asked, taking away the flute from my hand."No."I didn't know why it annoyed him but he cursed under his breath and downed the content of his flute in one go. "How

I wanted to dance some more or drink the Amber liquid he was having or maybe, lash out at him for stealing my first kiss for some freaking media coverage. But I did nothing except sit down on the couch beside him. How did he trick me? I thought the kiss was real. It felt real to me. In fact, I found my husband enjoying it as much as I did, so why was he pretending it was nothing but a show? Maybe, it was a show for him. They called him the bad boy billionaire of the states for a reason. There were too many scandals in his name and I had spent a month reading about each one of them. I watched him talk over the phone and it fucking hurt to see him talk so sweetly with whoever was on the other end, tipping his head back and laughing. It wasn’t the usual sarcasm that dripped from his words every time he spoke to me or the humorless laugh he directed towards me. It was all genuine. He was genuinely happy talking to the person. I wondered if it was one of the many debutantes that he had b

I laid on the bed like a slab of ice, my nakedness glaring at my soul and limbs shaking with the knowledge of my helplessness. It wasn't Daniel I was afraid of, it was me. I was the one putting myself through all of that.Without saying a word my husband stretched out beside me, naked and visibly tense. Gripping my hip, he dragged my shivering body towards him and leaned over me. My cold body instantly sought the warmth of him, but I forced it not to get affected by the closeness.A hint of disappointment crossed his handsome face and I didn't like it. So, I focused on his throat as he pressed a little feathery kiss on my neck. I flinched at the sudden affection.He paused then raised his eyes at me. When I looked at him with a shocked expression he cursed and pushed up from the bed."I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't... I'm a little sensitive there."He regarded me with pure cold eyes as if I had offended him. He ignored my apology and got rid of his boxer briefs, not looking at

Nathaniel wasn't as unpleasant a company as my husband. In fact, I actually found myself enjoying the house tour with him.He was sort of my bodyguard. Built like a mountain, massive with an impressive height and hard muscles. I was far from short even in my heels and he easily towered me. He had to be at least ten years older than my husband but he didn't have one single gray hairline. I shrugged my comparison of him with my husband due to the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not after his possessiveness coming off so openly.Honeysuckle, the scent infused in the air, the bright greenery lined around the beautiful flower bed and a sprinkler humming in the background, gave me a place to actually look up to when I felt blue."It's through here." Nathaniel pressed a button and stood beside the front door.I gave him a nervous smile and stepped into my new house. Daniel's coat reminded me that my husband was the key to my existence in those glass walls.The interior of the h

It wasn't out of love or passion that I moved closer to him. I worked through my cold, shaking fingers, pulling apart the top of his dress pants. He was wearing thin boxer briefs and as I tried to slide my hand into them, a hiss came from his mouth. He clumsily pushed them down to expose the thick, heavily veined length of his shaft."Your hands are cold, just use your mouth, little brat." Without wasting another second, he cupped the back of my head and pushed it down in level with his hardness.I gulped thinking how to take all of him into my mouth. The dryness in my throat however wasn’t just for that but for doing something as dirty as thrilling for the first time. It was kind of exciting to see his cock this close, in its full glory and eagerness. Was he turned on by my sassiness? Or was it the intoxication spell?"Don't look at it as if you have seen it for the first time." His agitated voice made me blush harder than I already was.Without another word he pushed his shaft again