Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 270

My mind starts racing. We haven’t spoken about his mom new family much, but what I do know is that he hasn’t seen his mom for years.

Is that her choice or Feng Teng? If she is sending him an invitation to his sister’s wedding, then I’m guessing it must be Feng Teng. With the added clue of a sabotaged invite strewn without thought into the bin, it most certainly is Feng Teng choice.

I study his profile but dare not say a word.

“Here you are,” Auntie Ling presents me with my breakfast and then stuffs a duster in the front of her apron.

“I’ll leave you two to eat in peace,” she says.

“Thank you, Auntie Ling,” Feng Teng says with zero gratitude.

I can’t even speak. I start picking at the edges bowl of my porridge in awkward silence and after an eternity of quiet, I finally relent and lower myself from my stool.

“Where are you going?” he asks shortly.

“Upstairs,” I make my way from the kitchen, leaving my breakfast untouched.

Feng Teng and the constant challenges surrounding him are doing my appetite no favours.

“Wei Lin, don’t walk away from me,” he threatens.

But I ignore him.

“Wei Lin!” He yells.

I swing around.

“You are more than crazy mad and I’m not taking any wedding with you in a month,” I say calmly before leaving a face full of hurt in the kitchen.

I half expect to get tackled to the ground, but much to my complete surprise and worry I’m allowed to leave the kitchen, taking myself up to the master suite without so much as a countdown or a Feng Teng style reprimanded.

So I’m delicate at the moment so no manhandling is possible.

It’s probably killing him.

I see Auntie Ling in my favourite spare room, dusting to her heart’s content while singing. She brings a small smile to my face. Shutting the bedroom door softly behind me, I go and brush my teeth. I’ll go to work. I’m not hanging around the tower all day like a spare part and my back feels all right if I don’t make too many sudden movements. I will just be under Auntie Ling feet, and I would rather face Xu Feng Brother and his certain questioning with regards to mine and Feng Teng relationship.

I flick through the rails and rails of new dresses and settle on one of my old ones. I get changed and slip my heels on before presenting myself to the mirror to put some makeup on.

The bedroom door opens.

“Where are you going?” he asks, with a hint of apprehension in his voice.

That would be the separation under his terms rule that I’m breaking.

“I’m going to work,” I say.

“No, you’re not,” He warns.

“Yes, I am,” I carry on with my make-up, ignoring his imposing body behind me.

His ways of dealing with me are off-limits. He’s truly stumped.

I finish up with my make-up and start putting my bag together.

“Where’s my phone?” I ask as he lingers behind me.

“It’s charging in my study room,” he said.

I’m surprised he volunteered that information.

“Thank you,” I pick my bag up and walk to the door but jump back when Feng Teng lands in front of me, blocking my path.

“Let’s talk,” he spits the words out like they are garbage in his mouth.

“Please, don’t go. I’ll tell you,” He pleads.

“You want to talk?” I ask.

He shrugs sheepishly.

“Well, I can’t give any sense reminder into you, so I guess I’ll have to talk some into you,” he grumbles.

“That is the conventional way of dealing with things, husband,” I say.

“Yes, but my way is much more fun,” He gives me that roguish grin, and I fight to keep the smile twitching the corners of my lips. I need to keep this serious.

He takes my hand and moves into me.

“I’ve never had to explain my life to anyone, Wei Lin. It’s not something I relish the thought of talking about,” He says.

“I’m not going to tolerate who married to me now and refuses to open to his wife. You keep holding information back and then we end up in a huge mess as always,” I protest.

“I didn’t tell you things because I was scared you would leave,” He says timidly.

“Feng Teng, I’ve found out some pretty shocking stuff and I’m still here,” I huh at him.

“I know,” he sighs.

“Babe, you know more about me than any other living soul. I’ve never been close to anyone, not like you. You don’t tend to get caught up in conversation and life stories when you’re just sleeping with someone,” he says.

I wince at the reminder of his past relationship that has only recently ended.

“Don’t say things like that,” I warn.

He tugs me towards the bed.

“Sit,” he orders, pulling me down.

He takes a steadying breath.

“The last time I saw my mom it didn’t go particularly well. My mother didn’t even look at me when she leaving Feng Mansion. And I’ve got locked by her before she leaves to keep me from following her, so you can imagine how it ended,” He says quietly.

Oh? Poor Feng Teng he must hurt badly and he only seven at that time.

“So your sister wants to make amends for your mother is it?” My voice is small but hopeful.

“She just a step- sister but stubborn,” he sighs, and I laugh on the inside.

Like brother like a sister!

“She was feeling bad and responsible for me as for what mother had done to me,” He looks up at me and I see the anguish in his eyes.

“But it’s not forgivable, babe,” He says.

“But she is your mother,” I can’t imagine my life without my mom.

“And you’re her son after all,” I persuade him.

He offers me a half-smile, a smile that suggests I just don’t get it, which is fine because I don’t.

Everything is fixable.

He sighs.

“I know that invitation-only arrived because my sister sent it behind my mom’s backs. And I know mother never wanted to see me after these past years,” He said.

“But your sister wants you there. Don’t you want to see your mom too?” I ask.

“No. And if I go, her wedding will ruin and it will end only one way. Trust me,” He says.

“What happened to make it like this?” I ask.

His shoulders drop spectacularly and he starts circling his thumbs over my hands. I can see this is painful for him which makes it all the more frustrating to me because it shows that he does care.

“You already know that after she left, my father died in the accident,” He raises his eyebrows in a semi amused gesture.

I roll my eyes. Okay, I let him continue.

“Things were already strained after my father died and he was pursuing her running with her current husband now. And my dad got an accident on the road,” He laughs lightly. I can imagine too.

“After I’ve got out of my room, all I heard my father has died. And it’s because of my mother. If it wasn’t for my grandfather, I don’t know how I’m going to lives.” He says.

“Oh,” I whisper.

“My grandfather told me, all the left is just me. If not because of me, he will make the mother and her man die to follow my father to attorned their sins. So it would be disgraceful if I ever meet her again,” He finishes his little speech with utter finality.

“You must be lonely at that time…I’m sorry,” I clear my dry throat.

“Yes and but I still have my grandfather. And I have mother have left me a very huge scar in my life. So I will never meet her again in this life,” He says.

I recoil at the last part.

“They should come to apologises for what they did,” That kind of makes me mad.

“It’s just the way it is. And my mother was too arrogant,” He shrugs.

Sadness washes over Feng Teng face.

“Oh, it’s okay. You have me now,” I whisper, but then realisation dawns.

My one million piece Feng Teng jigsaw puzzle is all starting to fit together. It all makes perfect sense now. I feel like a huge weight has just been lifted from my shoulders. Of course, there is a reason why he is like he is.

“Don’t go to work.” He pulls me over onto his lap with care and nuzzles my nose with his.

“Stay at home and let me shower my love to you. I want to take you out for dinner this evening. I owe you some special time,” he says.

Gosh! I melt all over him. My new-found his life past, coupled with his reasonableness, refuses to let me say no.

“Hmm. I’ll work tomorrow,” I say assertively.

I need to sort out some seriously troubling issues at work. Namely…President Gu. I can’t even begin to imagine what my boss is going to say.

“Fine,” He rolls his eyes.

“Right, I’m going for a run to alleviate some of the pressure that my challenging temptress presents me with, and then we snuggle all afternoon and go out for dinner. Deal?” He suggests.

“Deal, but I challenge the middle part of that statement and trump it with a deluded king,” I tell.

He gives me his smile, reserved only for me, and falls back onto the bed cautiously.

“Oh, wife. Kiss me, now,” he demands, and I dive straight in with an appreciation kiss.

He’s opened up and I feel so much better. Basking on my husband galaxy has resumed.

“Good morning, babe,” he calls.

I open my eyes wide in alarm.

Morning?

“Hey. It’s not, is it?” I confused.

“No, it’s five o’clock. You’ve been asleep all afternoon. How your body feel?” He crawls up the bed, completely n.a.k.e.d until he is lying flush with me.

I marvel at the beads of water glimmering on his firm shoulders and chest. He’s shaved. He smells divine. I wriggle a little.

“It feels good,” I assured him.

“Gosh! I’m a lazy arse, wallowing in bed all afternoon on a workday,” I turn into his chest and get my fix of pure freshwater and mint.

“Just think, if you gave up work, you could do this every day. How perfect would that be?” He asks.

“That’s only good for you,” I grumble.

“Perfect for you because you’ll know where I am all the time,” I push my lips into his chest, contemplating that he might just get his way.

And I know Xu Feng Brother so well, but not well enough to be confident that he would send President Gu packing when I tell him what’s going on.

“Exactly,” He threads his fingers through my hair.

“You could come to work with me and we would never have to be apart,” He suggested.

“You would get sick of me,” I prompt.

“Not possible. Are you going to let me take you out for dinner, Mrs Feng?” He asks.

“Or we could just stay right here,” I slide my hand over his stomach and brush over his scar.

“Nothing would please me more, but I would like to take you out. Do you mind?” he asks, rather reasonably.

That’s not like him at all. And him turning down the opportunity to keep me in bed?

Now I’m suspicious.

“But then again,” he whispers.

“I’ve not been inside you for way too long. That is not acceptable,” He eases me over onto my back gently.

“Baby, sleepy love is off the menu for a while, so I’m just going to make real love to you. Any objections?” He rests his body half on mine, his eyes instantly smoking out.

That, mixed with his lurid words, has taken me into a l.u.s.tful frenzy.

But he’s even asking me if I mind him taking me, which, not surprisingly, I don’t, but I prefer dominant husband taking what he wants.

“You’re asking if you can make love to me?” I’m full of suspicion and you can tell.

His eyes dance with mischief as he kisses the corner of my mouth and then the other corner.

“Watch your mouth. I’m trying to be reasonable,” He circles his groin and hits just the right spot.

“Don’t be!” I blurt.

He pulls back, his perfect frown line perfectly in place. He ponders my demand for a few seconds.

“You don’t want me to be reasonable? Don’t you?” He asks.

“No,” I’m getting a little breathy.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So, let me clarify this. I’m a little confused missus,” He rolls his h.i.p.s into me, unearthing a persistent thump in my groin.

“You don’t want me to be reasonable?” he asks.

Thrust!

“No!” I yelps.

“I see.” He slips his finger into the edge of my knickers and skims my tight bud of nerves lightly, sending me through the roof.

“Rough love?” he asks.

“Yes!” I yell.

“Well, now you’re just giving me mixed signals,” he says, all controlled as he slips his thumb across my flesh.

“Oh, I love how wet you are for me only,” He tells.

“Please, husband!” All my mind has been replaced with s.e.x.u.a.l anticipation.

Gosh! I’m bubbling.

He inserts one long finger and pushes up on the front wall of my entrance.

“Soft, hot and made just for me,” He yanks the cup of my bra down with his spare hand and flicks my already stiff nipps into a bullet.

“Oh no! My mark is fading,” he muses to himself as he latches onto to my b.r.e.a.s.t, biting and sucking.

“We don’t want you forgetting who you belong to, do we?” He says.

I m.o.a.n as he replaces one finger with two.

“Ohhhhhh!” I yelps.

“Do we, wife?” He repeats.

“No,” I breathe.

He clamps down on my nipps and scr.a.p.es his teeth over the end, sending shots of pleasure straight down to my core.

“I love how receptive you are to my touch. It gives me the power,” Two fingers turn into three, and with his back in such a mess, I resort to grasping the sheets.

“Does that feel good?” He works his fingers in and out of me, circling and thrusting as he watches me undulate under him.

“Hmm…yes,” My voice is shaky and I need this.

“Open your eyes, babe. Let me see them when you come for me,” He orders.

I peel my eyes open and locate his gaze as he continues to work me up into a despairing mess.

“Hmm…Kiss me,” I order, my h.i.p.s meeting his hand thrusts.

Gosh! I’m going to fall apart and I need his mouth on me.

“Who holds the power, wife?” he asks under half hooded eyes.

“Tell me who has the power,” He added.

“Husband does, you do,” I answer repeatedly.

“Good wife,” He lifts and smashes his lips to mine, circling his thumb on my tight knot of nerves, prompting my hands to fly to his hair and grab on for dear life as he kisses me hard, working me to climax.

His tongue rolls around my mouth, firm but slow, harsh but worshipfully.

He’s making me remember. His firm chest pressed into my side, his wonderful mouth all over mine and his long, talented fingers working me, has my body solidifying, my mind going blank and my soul reinstated. Now I’m complete again.

A long rippling wave wh.i.p.s through me, and I gasp into his mouth, my body shaking uncontrollably as I hit my climax.

“Only for me,” He growls the words I know he means, his carnal possession of my body making me weak with l.u.s.t.

“Only ever for me, do you understand?” He exclaims.

“Yes,” I sigh and go lax down him, the roaring blood starting to clear from my ears.

“Up you get,” He links my arms around his neck.

“Get your fabulous legs around my waist,” he commands.

I confirm and wrap myself around him, letting him lift me from the bed.

He strides towards the bedroom door.

“Where are we going?” I ask, hope to blossom at the potential of his style row.

“My study room,” He state.

Oh?

“Wait!” I shout abruptly.

He halts instantly.

“What’s the matter?” He asks in confused.

“Take me to the closet,” I instruct him.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because we need protection,” I inform.

“What?” He’s shocked.

“We need it,” I repeat, even though I know damn well he heard me right.

“I don’t have any,” he spits the words out.

Oh, he’s so guilty.

“You do. In your closet,” I should be flying off the handle at him, his tense body suggests he is fully expecting it.

He knows that I know.

“No wife, I don’t wear protective with you,” He denies.

“Then we won’t make love then,” I shrug against him.

He is so digging himself a hole.

“Excuse me? I’m your husband remember?” He pulls back and hits me with a disgusted look.

I’m fighting to maintain a straight face when I should be furious at the potential of him hiding my pills, but I can’t be. He’s a f.u.c.k.i.n.g enigma, I don’t think I’ll ever work him out.

“You heard me,” I say casually.

His disgusted look transforms into a mighty scowl.

“For f**k sake,” He makes for the closet with me in his tight clinch, releasing one arm from me and immediately locating the protection that he claimed he didn’t have while grumbling the whole time.

He does want to have the baby. But I’ll be fighting him hard on that matter, although it may already be too late.

What will I do? I can’t even think about it. All I can do is quiet hope.

��You know, my mark is fading too,” I say, looking down at his pec as he takes us from the bedroom.

His scowl disappears and he smirks at me.

“It is?” He asks.

“It needs freshening up,” I raise my eyebrows and watch in l.u.s.tful delight as his eyes darken further.

“My girl is possessive. Knock yourself out, babe.” He informs.

I grin and sink my teeth into his pec, a small m.o.a.n escaping his lips as I’m carted downstairs and straight into his office.

“I want to take you right here so whenever I have to work, I will see you spread n.a.k.e.d on my desk,” He lowers me onto his big desk and chucks the box of protection down before sinking himself into his leather office chair.

It’s all tidy in here too. Aunty Ling must be wondering what’s gone on.

He’s completely n.a.k.e.d and hard as steel, and my eyes are thrilled as I drag my stare down the full length of him. His fingers hook into the top of my knickers and I brace myself on the edge of the desk to lift my bum so he can draw them down my legs. He opens the top drawer of his desk and drops them in before shutting it again and returning his eyes to mine.

“You’ve just come all over them,” He rests his palms on my thighs.

“And I want to be able to smell you too. Spread your legs,” He orders.

Oh good Lord!

I pull my thighs apart as far as I can, completely exposing myself to him. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, a million times, but like this, I feel completely laid bare.

The chair rolls forward and he reaches behind me, gently unclasping my bra strap and pulling it down my arms. My breathing has quickened, I’m ready to go again, but I can tell from his mood and approach that this will be on his terms.

He has the power and sat in that chair, entirely n.a.k.e.d, his abdominals tight, his mammoth buddy resting on his lower stomach, he looks mighty powerful too.

“Lean back on your hands,” He puts my matching bra in the drawer with my knickers and sits back in his chair.

So I lean back, pushing my chest forward. I’m nervous, and I don’t know why. He has taken me in all ways, shapes and forms, in every of his temperament I know, but today I’m a little uneasy. He runs his eyes from mine, slowly and leisurely down my body until he comes to rest on my spot.

His eyes stay there and he sinks further into his chair, the reclining mechanism giving under his weight. He’s making himself really comfortable.

Me? Not so much. I’m sat here as n.a.k.e.d as he is and my heart is beating out of my chest as I watch him stare at my cleft. He is utterly rapt.

“Why are you nervous?” he asks without lifting his eyes from between my thighs.

His deep rolling voice does nothing to settle me.

“No, I’m not,” It’s a feeble reply.

Gosh! I am. I feel wide-open and scrutinised which is ridiculous. There is not a part of me that hasn’t had him on it, in it or over it.

He owns me.

He lifts his eyes to mine and the hardness softens immediately.

“I love you,” He tell.

My entire being relaxes with those three words.

“I love you too,” I answer his.

“Don’t ever doubt it,” he command.

“I won’t. Have you finished with your observations?” I raise a sardonic eyebrow.

“No,” He reaches forward and re-spreads my thighs.

Oh, I hadn’t realised I had partly closed them.

“Now I’m evaluating my assets,” He sits back and resumes his viewing of my most private place.

“I’m an asset?” I ask.

“No, you’re my only asset,” He keeps his eyes right where they are, and I decide that I may as well drink in my own asset.

His flawlessness still makes me salivate.

“Would you like to hear my verdict?” he asks.

“I would,” I answer.

Up come his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifts.

“I’m a very rich man,” He rolls his chair forward and picks up my legs by my ankles, resting the soles of my feet on his shoulders.

If I was laid bare before, then I have no idea what I would be now.

“Don’t hold back on me, never,” He chides me on a slight frown.

He rests his palms over the tops of my feet and turns his lips onto my anklebone, the hot connection catapulting a pulse up my leg to settle deep in my core.

I small groan seeps from my mouth.

“Push your hair over your shoulders.,” he commands quietly.

Propping myself on one hand and gather my hair from my front, releasing it down my back.

“Better. Now I can see all of my assets,” He nips at my ankle.

I spasm.

“Seeing you turned on, and knowing it’s me who makes you like this, is the most gratifying feeling,” He reaches his hand out and runs his middle finger up my centre, finishing with a light pressure at the top of my spot pressure.

My lips part and tiny, shallow breaths slip from my mouth repeatedly. I shift with the overwhelming need to clamp my legs shut.