All Chapters of MR. BILLIONAIRE, BEG ME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I hear Ethan turn on the bathtub faucet. The sound of running water takes me to a calming dimension, where I have peace of mind. I throw my bag on the bed, in the same way I want to throw my body. God, my soul is sick! It's not just something physical. I need a mental vacation to endure the slide of problems! I walk to the bathroom, where Ethan is. I push open the door, which is ajar, and immediately the warm breeze from the mist that has formed inside the previously closed bathroom hits me. I find my husband pouring a foaming oil into the water, which produces several bubbles. The aroma is exquisite, jasmine, most likely. I close the door behind me, to keep myself warm in the jasmine mist inside the room. Ethan is not fully dressed. He has already removed his shirt and shoes. The sight of him would be very exciting, at any other time. -"You look very tired, Mrs. Donneli" he observes. I smile at his comment. Tired? I am more dead than tired, something close to the euphemism of def

-"Bradley, how are you?" I ask. I really don't want to know how the fuck he is, but I'm overcome by politeness. -"very well" he answers. Let me guess... better now? -"what about Carla?" Ethan asks. She's what matters, and he's right to say so, even if his motives are jealousy. -"she woke up well, and who knows, maybe she won't need the oxygen mask for the next few days" he murmurs. This is good news, because it means she's reacting pleasantly. -"we could have coffee, you know, to talk about it" Bradley suggests, giving me a sideways smile. I'm at a loss for words, or a reaction. How could I respond? Doesn't he realize I'm married, for fuck's sake? I open my mouth to respond sharply, but Ethan is faster. -"some other time, maybe. My wife and I have plans" In his expression, I see that Bradley wasn't expecting Ethan to respond. And there's the present mark of possession that he insists on placing on my forehead! -"Okay. Another h..... time," Bradley stutters. I don't judge the ma

Bodies together I 'd love to hold you close. I 'd love to wake up next to you .Ethan runs his fingers through my hair, and drags them to the tip. He strokes it repeatedly, lost in the moment. I feel good, lying on his chest, both of us on the wide couch, in a city miles from home. It's home because he's with me, really. -"Tell me it was just coffee," Ethan whispers. If he's talking about Bradley, it wasn't coffee. -"We talked," I murmur. About work and family, about kids, about a possible crush. -"Don't do this, Angelic. Not anymore..." he begs. I created an unnecessary fight over coffee, and I own up to my part. Ethan started this with 'Can I have a minute with you?' from Mrs. Robinson, and he doesn't own up to his mistake. -"Ditto," I say. I want Ethan to understand that I'm upset, and there's no sex that can change that. Elena is a hard limit, a big red! -"Baby, we talked about this," he pulls my chin between his fingers to look at me. -"We talked before, and today El

-"I'll wait outside. Okay," I say. I head out of the room in long strides, without even looking back. Leaving the hallway, I see Ethan focused on his Macbook, barely blinking. I approach, avoiding eye contact. He spent a long time sitting in the waiting room working. Poor fifty, he's working double time away from GEH. -"Hi," I greet him, looking at my intertwined fingers.-"Hi." He closes his MAC and places it on the chair next to him. -"Come here." Ethan extends a hand to me, and I accept. I sit on Ethan's lap, with my legs on the chair opposite his MAC. He forces a look at me, but I look away. -"You're avoiding my gaze. Look at me." I move on his lap and look at his face. I feel my cheeks red. -"I love you, even more blushing," he says lovingly. I smile and blush even more. He kisses me fervently, and just when I'm getting used to his insistent tongue in my mouth, his BlackBerry rings. Fuck! Ethan lets go of me to look at the caller ID. -"Donneli," he says with a subtle tone.

I try to get used to his gifts and all the money Ethan spends, but I fail. I close the box again and place it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Gail said my bridesmaid dress would be in the closet, so these must be the shoes that go with the dress. Either way, unnecessary. What do I do with you, Ethan? I walk over to the closet to look at the dress. Well, now my closet space has gained new pieces from Savannah! Who's to say my husband doesn't go overboard with every measure? I see the dress on the first hanger, wrapped in a dark cover. Gail did well to put it here. She is efficient at what she does, not just at her job. Well, the truth is that I also see her as a loyal and kind friend. I will try on the dress later, along with the expensive shoes. I go back to the room and find Ethan sitting on the bed, leaning over, untying the laces of his sneakers. -"Another expensive gift?" I ask softly to get his attention. -"Did you like it?" He returns the question, without looking aw