Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 261

When I turn to him and I find he stalking towards me with a face like thunder. I back up slightly, and then mentally curse myself for not standing my ground.

He stops in front of me, his chest puffing, breathing his minty breath all over me.

“Kiss me,” he orders.

What? That’s crazy changed all of sudden.

“No!” I cry incredulously. The bloody man is deluded! He gives me a royal ticking off for disobeying him and then starts making more unreasonable demands. I’m not kissing him.

His eyes darken and narrow.

“Three,” He counted

He must be joking.

“Are you crazy?”

“Yes! I’m f.u.c.k.i.n.g crazy now! TWO!” He shouts.

Oh my God! He’s f**king serious.

“ONE!” he whispers.

I scan the doorway past him and disregard that option completely. I’m not getting past him, that’s for sure.

“ZERO!”

F.u.c.k! I bolt across the room and over the bed.

It’s no surprise that I’m captured and pinned under him before I make any significant distance. I’m on my back with my arms pinned above my head with one of his.

His pants-clad leg rest over my thighs, restraining me. Now I’m completely immobile and exhausted from trying to break free.

You would think I would have learnt by now. I pant in his face as he breathes down on me, tracing the line of my stomach with his finger, and then up the centre of my body to my mouth.

He rests the tip on my bottom lip before letting it travel back down my body. This bastard crazy is unleashing that craving for him again.

It will never go away.

When I run my eyes down the length of his bare torso and to his spare hand tracing light, feathery circles in the hollow void above my hip.

“Wifey! I’m putting your resistance down to the drugs,” he says quietly and critically.

“And I’m giving you another three seconds to make the right decision.,” lowers his lips so that they hover over mine, as close as possible without touching.

“Three,” he breathes over my mouth.

I wriggle and try to fight myself free, as well as fighting the traitorous response my body is having to him.

God! I am incredibly weak and desperate. So I open my eyes and find unmoved, puddles of eyes desire, fanned with his glorious lashes.

“Two,” he whispers and moves his gaze to my lips.

He gets no further.

As I immediately, I lift my head and capture his mouth, my craving for him just way too powerful to fight back. He pushes his mouth down, forcing me to rest my head back on the bed as he glides his hands over my stomach.

“Please don’t ever think to drink alcohol again,” I plead into his mouth.

And I would never forgive myself if he put his body through that again just because of me.

“NO! I’m not going to touch it ever again!” His voice is flat and unconvincing.

It makes me uncomfortable.

He pushes himself up to his knees before pulling me up to straddle his lap. He brushes my hair out of my face and clasps my cheeks with his hands.

“Last night in the hospital when you wouldn’t come round, I felt my heart getting slower by the minute. You will never know how much I love you. If you were ever taken away from me, I would have followed you too. I want to rip my head off for giving you space to defy me,” He grated.

My eyes widen at his confession. His face is deadly serious and that’s troubling. He is, in effect, saying he would kill himself, isn’t he?

Well, that is just crazy talk, but I don’t think I would do well to point that out.

“Now, I’m okay,” I say in a futile attempt to lighten him up.

Still, he looks distressed.

“But what if you weren’t? What if they didn’t found you in time?” He clenches his eyes shut.

“When SiSi called me and told that you were gone and untraceable. Can you imagine how I felt to hear that suddenly?” His eyes open and they’re glazed and haunted.

“It was a freak incident, someone must be playing a stupid game on me. And I was in the wrong place at the right time, that’s all,” I take his hands from my face and rest them between our bodies.

“Hubby, you will put yourself in a stress-induced coma at this rate, and then what will I do then?” I ask quietly.

And I’m not ignorant to the fact that I couldn’t be without him either, but you don’t see me spiralling into a breakdown and controlling him.

He shakes his head and then starts chewing his lip.

What’s he thinking?

“Babe. You looked relieved when the Doctor said you weren’t pregnant,” He fixes me with an enquiring eye.

Oh no!

Oh no no no! I could be pregnant. I could be f.u.c.k.i.n.g pregnant.

Yes, it was negative, but it’s only been a week since I finished my period and it’s way too early to detect if I am.

F.u.c.k.i.n.g hell, we’ve been making like a cat and with no protection.

I look anywhere but at him.

“I don’t want to wear a wedding dress during my tummy bloated,” I confess, feeling his hand shift and close around mine and I look up cautiously, finding his accusing eyes and an arched brow.

“How about the contractive pill?”

“I’ve lost them a long time ago, and I forgot to replace it again after we got married,” I shrug, like the feeble loser that I am.

He studies me for a while. I feel like I’m under a microscope that identifies useless idiots.

“Okay. So you only mean not having a baby at the moment because of the wedding dress?”

“Yes,” I answer quietly. I’m lying through the skin of my teeth, fighting my hand from delving into my hair.

“So after our wedding, having baby no problem then?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

A relief look passes over his face.

“Feng Teng,” I pause, not knowing how to piece together what I’m about to imply.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head.

“Your brother called,” he says casually.

I straighten up.

“My brother?”

“Yes,” He nod.

“So you spoke to him?” I ask.

He gives me a dubious look.

“Well, I couldn’t leave it ringing constantly, and he would have been worried too. And why is there a lock on your phone?” He stares at me.

I laugh to myself. I wonder how many combinations he tried to unlock it.

“Still it didn’t stop you from answering my phone, though, did it? What did you say to my brother?” My voice is slightly panicked which is fine because I’m panicking.

For sure my brother will be straight phoning my mom and this on top of everything else is not something I want to be explaining.

“Um, I didn’t tell him what had happened. Because I don’t want your family thinking that I can’t look after you. He just said that you were supposed to be seeing him,” He looks at me like I’ve committed a serious sin for not telling him of my plans, even though there are no firm plans yet.

“Then you told him I’m living with you, right?” My lips straighten.

“Yes,” He is completely unapologetic.

Shit! I could kill him instantly!

“Husband, do you know what have you done?” I drop my head onto his shoulder in hopelessness.

“Hey, look at me,” He sounds angry again.

Then I drag my head away from its resting place and look at him with all the misery I feel. His frown line has joined the argument.

“Don’t you think he would’ve been worried if I had left your phone to ring off continuously?” He asks.

GOSH! This is awful, my worst nightmare.

My brother had undoubtedly must have called my parents.

He pulls me down onto his chest and I notice his heart bucking wildly.

“End of it. I’m going for a run. You go take a shower. I’ll get something to eat while I’m out,” He instructed calmly.

He’s going for a run? That’s my fault.

“Can’t you stay?” I ask into his chest. I don’t want him to go.

“No,” He lifts me and directs me into the bathroom.

“In the shower, my lady,” He turns it on and leaves me in the bathroom feeling affronted and worried.

NO! He never wants to leave me.

A couple of hours later, I walk into the kitchen and find Feng Teng still in his running gear with his protein glass.

I screw my face up in disgust as he glances up and gives me a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He looks on edge.

“Cappuccino extra shot,” He holds up a coffee cup, and I take it gratefully.

“I’ve got you everything,” he shrugs.

“But the don’t have porridge, only pastry this morning,” he informs.

“Thank you,” I smile and take a seat next to him.