Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 248

Feng Teng, obviously he has brought out the worst in me, and I know damn well I that I also bring out the worst in him.

Because everyone around him claims that much of him, isn’t his one.

So is he being unreasonable, weak and drunken?

Before he meets me, there no such of him exist as well.

Well, when he does and I’m complying, I saw him last night, but its times like this I easily forget about him.

Then I kneel on the floor and gingerly poke one of the bags, peeking inside cautiously, like something could jump out and attack me.

Huh?

That wasn’t in my style as I pull out silk, yellow dress. Then I pull open a box and find a structured, white and black dress. Okay, this one likely my style.

But it was way over my set price threshold.

Continue my rummage, I pull another bag towards me and find a pair of baggy fitting jeans. Then I work my way through all of the bags and boxes, also finding lace underwear in every design and colour you could imagine.

God only knows how long later, I’m sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by a mass of clothes, shoes, bags and accessories. Most of it not based on my wear at all.

Every single item I tried on is here, except for the gown, all of the likes, saying NO, and a whole lot more that I didn’t try. I know there must be a mistake because even the slate that’s yellow dress is here, and Feng Teng would never have willingly bought that for me.

Even, I do love it, though.

Oh, God!

I flop back onto the floor and gaze up at the high ceilings of the penthouse. This is just way too much; the gown, the necklace, the ring, and now all of this.

Now I am completely overwhelmed and feeling a bit suffocated. I don’t want all of this stuff. I just want him, Feng Teng. Himself only, without his history, without the other women and anyone interference about.

“Hey, babe,” His wet, handsome face appears, floating above me.

“Do you know that I’ve been waiting for you. What’s up here?” He pouts.

I scoff and signal in the general direction of the most expensive designer collection surrounding me.

Is he blind to not see this all pile up here?

He looks around, completely unfazed by the piles and piles of women’s wear flanking me.

“It arrived then?” he says coolly.

Then I make a dramatic display of throwing my arms back in exasperation, and he exhales to match my drama before lying down next to me.

“Look at me now, wife,” he orders softly.

I turn my face to his and get an injection of his fresh, minty breath.

“What’s the problem now?” He asks gently.

“Isn’t this is too much?” I complain.

“When I decided to marry you, I just only want you. Nothing else needs,” I sigh.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling with pleasure.

“Babe…I’m glad hearing this, but babe t I’ve never had anyone to share my money with before. Please praise me for being so loveable,” He said.

“Feng Teng. People will think I’m married you to after your money, status and power here,” I say it as it is.

And I’ve already encountered that hurtful accusation.

“I won’t give a f.u.c.k with what those people would think. Because it’s all about us, you will stay a lifetime with me. Not that f**King those people,” He twists onto his side and pulls at my hip so I’m mirroring him.

“Now, forget about others except the just US, okay? He says.

“Feng Teng. You won’t have any money left if you spend like you did yesterday,” I grumble quietly.

If Pierre works on commission, he could probably retire after Feng Teng spending splurge on me only yesterday.

“Only us, now!” He warns,

“Make me then,” I count on a half-smile.

And he does with his wild style.

Now I’m don’t know how to describe my feeling right now because he has crowds me completely and eats me alive among half of the most expensive and luxurious brand.

That’s freaking crazy.

Meanwhile, I walk into the bedroom after a fresh shower and shake my head at him, who’s sprawled on his back across the bed wearing only his tight shorts and making a damn effective expression to letting me know he’s not happy with me.

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror and start drying my hair.

Today we’ve spent all day carting the number of clothes and accessories to the upstairs. And I now have my side of the large wardrobe and a very the most perfect husband.

I started to get myself ready for my night out with my best friend and that is the reason why his mood soon changed.

Aigoo, I think Feng Teng has got to learn how to share me with others.

When I finish my hair and turn the dryer off, I  hear a heaving, huffing and puffing coming from the bed. Feng Teng, he behaving like an immature boy, who doesn’t get his candy so I better ignore it and make my way into the bathroom to get my make-up on.

While I’m still doing the make-up, he walks in with all his casual style and lay himself down on the lounge with an almighty exhale of air his breath. Then his lean body reclining coolly and his arms draping over his head, accentuating every fine muscle on his torso before staring at me. I try to ignore him, but prancing around in a pair of white, tight shorts is very distracting and I know he’s doing it on purpose.

I make a hasty retreat from the bathroom to find my underwear and something to wear. So I could take some time, to avoid his usual critical eyes watching over me.

Unfortunately, before I could reach to my new underwear drawer, large arms seized and slung me onto the bed.

Oh shit! I should have known that he’s going to trample me and give me his sign before letting me out peacefully with his scent all over me.

As he’s done this before. I’m flipped over onto my hands and knees, and my legs spread as he grasps my waist, efficiently restraining me.

“You are not going anywhere tonight!” he growls as he plunges two fingers into me and starts scooping them around, stretching me and burning me in heat.