All Chapters of A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

It was the early morning light sifting through the open window, depositing warmth and golden beams across the room as the notification on Adrian's phone woke him up. The soft melody ringing from the notification seemed to intrude on the silence of the morning: it was a gentle but insistent call for attention.With excruciating slowness, Adrian stirred, propped himself on one elbow, and reached for the phone; his heavy lids stage-opened in slow motion as he unlocked the phone and looked at its screen.This text from Christian was an incursion, an off-key jarring note overpowering the relaxation of Adrian's morning. Blinking away the disturbance of sleep off his mind, he mumbled to himself as his half-awake eyes read the message. "Mr. Adrian, I regret the day I ever started working with you, and I curse the day I have to work with you." The words branded into Adrian's somewhat semi-conscious consciousness, scalding-hot acid-like, almost leaving him reeling.Just as Adrian was about to s

A thought began to form in my mind as I read the blueprint proposal:"I should surprise Adrian by correcting it." I knew enough about blueprints and government proposals to be confident in making some capable contributions to the project. I was then filled with exhilaration and purpose, knowing I had the ability to positively affect Adrian's very fabric of existence.Sitting at the table with the blueprint spread out before me, I began to assess all its details-the lines and the curves-with a keen eye. I would keep on correcting every mistake and documenting every detail, making sure everything was in order.Errors started to reveal themselves to me: minor mistakes in the blueprints that, if I didn't point them out, could very well be a source of major problems.I inhaled, my mind narrowing on the undertaking before me. I surveyed the scene around my phone, researched the Dubai Government's likes and dislikes, their regulations, and their requirements.If I could cater the proposal to

"I have the right to see you anytime I want, morning, afternoon, or evening, or night or midnight," Adrian said, sending chills cascading down my spine in hushed tones reminiscent of a promise. So much present emotion was warring with his affairs that I felt utterly unstrung. What was happening with Adrian? Why was he so sure, so intense? I needed to understand his mind at work because of this force drawing me into his chrysalis."Please talk to me," I said, my voice light, a soft summer breeze. "What is all this about?" My eyes searched beyond every possible imperfection in his face, hoping to find the one that would give me an answer. My heart drumming painfully fast with expectation. Adrian's face softened, eyes glinting with that electric spark. "Okay," he said, "let's go to the bedroom." His voice, low and husky, held that promise. "So I will explain it to you," he continued, pausing as if to consider. His eyes were dancing with mischief now, as if to say he might take his chance

He exhibited an almost palpable sense of defeat in voice tinged with disappointment and exasperation as he spoke. "Okay, my penis is no longer erect from asking so many questions," he answered while avoiding my gaze as if seeking a way to escape. I could only feel a smirk on my face from a suppressed sense of victory and amusement at his miserable lot.His trousers caught my eyes. I noticed his pride had all but fallen to the ground, like a cut-off tree. It felt so funny; I could feel a giggle yearning to be released any second. "Mtchew", Adrian said, looking depressed and annoyed, with the whole body language of a beaten man."Mrs. Question," he called me, his voice dripping with sarcasm, frustration, and humor married into one split-second brush. I couldn't really help laughing, each sound like a mighty riffle pouring out of me, my whole body shaking with mirth as I considered the sheer absurdity of the situation. Adrian's plans had been thwarted, and I had escaped for the time bein

I couldn't stop smiling as I stood there, listening to Adrian's request. "Baby, this is an office, not a party or club," I softly said with my shaking head of amusement.But Adrian's look stayed serious, his eyes boring into mine as he replied, "Yes, I know, but dress attractively for me, would you?" The bedroom posts had, long ago, developed a low sound and hum. The smirk that began to grow on his lips was from the wicked pleasure he got in torturing me with his pleading looks and boyish charm.Allocating enough time for him, thus, with a smile, I turned and began walking toward the bathroom with water beckoning my warm body like a siren's call. Bath time! The water soothed my eyes against the final remnants of sleep and made me stand there leisurely, washing my bum, rinsing off my taxed body, and keeping my thoughts of Adrian alive as I entered the shower.The water soothed like a balm upon my needy skin, washing out every trace of fatigue from the previous night. I stood there as t