All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Marriage of Convenience : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DYLANI walked down the hallway from Alena's bedroom, smiling. I never thought I'd feel these kinds of feelings for my arranged wife.When we got married months ago, I thought it'd be the worst year of my life, but I was wrong. It was better than I expected, and every day I had one more reason to believe this union was a package of happiness and to dive deeper into my insecurities and passions.My feelings for Alena were undeniably growing stronger with every moment I spent with and without her. They weren't feelings I was familiar with, or feelings that I could describe perfectly well without missing a keyword.They were strong and beautiful, and they gave me a reason every day to try and be a good man for her. A good husband who she could look up to and never forget even after going our separate ways.It wasn't just about the irresistible pleasure I had with her. She had such a magnetic effect on my heart that I couldn't stop. My heart was slowly, but surely, getting involved.I lef

ALENA"Why the long face, Alena? Missing Dyl?" Sophie asked, smearing her usual scented body lotion onto her glowing skin.She was just wearing attractive black lace lingerie, which was perfect for her body. Sometimes I wish I could be as confident as she was with herself after everything that happened. I was literally avoiding everyone who wasn't family or close friends. She was doing quite the opposite."Nothing. Just bored," I replied, stretching my legs slowly and gently from the plush grey beanbag chair I was sleeping on. It had become my favorite spot in my bedroom over the past week."So why do you keep on googling about him, buying every magazine and anything that has information about him? You've even started watching the news," Sophie pointed out, slipping on a neon lime bandeau dress.Living with her for the past week has done me a lot of good. We shared my bedroom, and I felt comfortable talking to her about everything bothering me, especially my demons from the incident w

ALENAI could see the undeniable lust and dangerous desire burning in Dylan's piercing emerald green eyes. His perfectly sculptured chest heaved as he panted, watching me the way a tiger watches a rabbit.The first thing I did was to close the door, ignoring the passion within me and screaming at me to throw myself at Dylan and quench the thirst I had for him.As soon as I shut the door, I felt a muscular body slam my burning body flat against the door passionately. Dylan immediately put his experienced hands on my hips.Consuming heat rushed up to my neck and fanned across my cheeks. A pool of heat formed between my legs. I could barely stand, but he held me firmly in place."I'm running out of patience, Alena. I want you, and I'll have you whichever way you want," Dylan growled, pressing his body against mine."First, tell me if you're okay. You were panting heavily a few seconds ago. Your breathing is ragged. Are you okay?" I asked him, fighting every urge to tear off his shirt tha

DYLANIt had already been about two hours since we departed from New York for the Philippines in a private plane owned by the Westons. It was pretty luxurious and expensive.This trip was very important for Alena. She rarely talked about her dad, but I knew she loved him. She just wasn't ready to open up about her past and losing her dad.I didn't judge her. I knew the pain and how horrible it felt. I still found it hard to talk about my mother to anyone without tearing up or falling into a depression of constant questions and regrets.I sat with Dad, who was going through a poetry book. Alena and Lynette sat opposite us, talking. Lynette held Alena's hand the whole time. She did mention she wasn't that fond of flying.She was doing much better over the past few days. She was working really hard on both her physical and mental health, and her medical report bears witness to it.I kept on looking at her every now and then. She was beautiful and amazing in many ways that even my words c

DYLANThe things Alena did to me were way out of this world. I wondered if she knew she had such an effect on me. I didn't have to touch her to get turned on. Just her words pushed me over the edge.I looked at her thin, puckered lips. They were inviting, and from experience, they were delicious. They were my favorite pair of lips in the entire world.I sat on the bed and held her warm hand. I looked into her eyes, and I saw a lot I couldn't make out. They weren't the same as they usually were.She looked as if she wanted to say something, as if something was on her mind."What's on your mind? Let's talk about it first," I offered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear."I'm not sure you'd still want to continue doing this with me after I tell you what's on my mind," she said, cupping my left cheek with her free hand.What else would make me want to stop my relationship with her? It had to be one thing. One thing I dreaded and knew would break me."Another man?" I asked, and m