Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 279

A cup won’t be matter anyway

“Where’s my groom?” I ask asked as I put my glass down.

Gosh! I’ve not seen him since last night.

This to follow our family tradition and his grandfather wanted that too. In fact, I also insisted that we should sleep separately on the night before our wedding.

But it’s was Feng Teng, at first he refused to leave my room but when my mom was banging on the door, he was force to retreat by my mom. Then he did so with hi mighty huff. At that night, I could see that he was restraint his temper as he always crush anyone that come to his way but my mom he didn’t.

And surprisingly, he conceded without too much fuss, just a gave me a ferocious scowl at my mom as she scold him to follow the tradition rules.

“Your groom is getting ready,” SiSi said then gulp down her wine cup rushly.

“Hey! Lady Si, take it easy!” Mum scorns, and taking the glass away from her.

“You are Wei Wei, bridemaid today. Not time for you to get drunk yet,” she scold her.

“Ops! Sorry, I forgot,” SiSi then flicks me her cheeky grin.

Lol, I know why she’s hitting the drink so early because of my brother her ex and current boyfriend were present today.

“What about my dad and brother?” I ask.

“They are at the family table with all of the men,” She inform.

“All of the men?” I ask.

“Including Kevin?” I snap.

She nods in agreement to my obvious guessed.

“Yes, all of the men, except your Feng Teng on preparing to be a groom but including Feng Teng grandfather and Junjie, in all of the men,” She tell.

I wince as I heard her depressed news. So my big day is going to be her tough day, sorry dear.

My brother had delayed his return to M country so he could be attend my wedding, but my brother hasn’t said much anything much that involved SiSi, from the night of the night of my official proposal with my family or after.

Plus, I don’t think he would like too because everything obviously that he’s struggling with both the direction of my life for being near with SiSi, especially with an oblivious Kevin on the scene.

In fact, SiSi also struggling too about the situation too, although trying to appear unaffected.

“Almost time!” SiSi claps her hands.

“Isn’t this is almost you time walking down to the aisle? SiSi ask.

“Oh gosh! I’m getting ready,” I unpack my heels from the tissue paper and slip them on, raising me by four inches.

“Baby. Perhaps you should undress your dress gain to use the toilet, we will help you re-dress again. Time not left much now,” My mom suggests before helping me to undress.

“Oh,babe. I’ve never seen a dress like this. So beautifu,” she praised.

I hum my agreement, my eyes drifting up and down the full length.

“I know mom. And yes, I need a wee too,” I leave my mum admiring my wedding dress and head for the bathroom, catching SiSi having another quick glug while my mum’s back is turned.

If I wasn’t so concerned about my wedding time, I might be concerned about spending the day about my brother and SiSi separate their distance of each other. So I shut the door quietly before using the toilet and relishing in another private moment.

Then I hear a loud knock on the suite door, followed by the unmistakably panicked voice of my mother. Iwondering what’s going on,so I make quick work of sorting myself out and washing my hands before exiting the bathroom.

“Oh, Feng Teng,” My mom called clearly exasperated.

“Son, you and I are going to fall out if you don’t do as I’ve told you,” she scold again.

I look over at SiSi, who is drinking more wine while my mom is distracted.

She grins at me on a shrug.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Babe, I only wants to see you, but mother not letting to see you, a bit,” he sulking.

I roll my eyes, turning my attention to the door, where my mum is blocking the small gap between the door and the frame. Then I hear him.

“We won’t fall out, mother, if you let me in,” He beg,

I know he’s grinning at my mother, but his playfulness isn’t fooling me. So I can detect the threat in his tone. He’s coming in this room, and not even mom will stop him.

“Feng Teng, you should follow the tradition not breaking it!” she spits.

“Now go, you’ll be seeing her in half an hour,” she add in serious tone.

“Babe,” he cried past my mom.

I throw my eyes back to my mom, and she nods her head, instantly catching my drift.

We both run towards the door, as SiSi unhooking my dress from the top and me gathering the bottom in my arms before we take it into the bathroom and rehang it on the back of the door.

SiSi laughs.

“Will your mom learned or will she continue to try and tame your lion king?” She teased.

“I don’t know either,” I smooth the front of my dress down and follow SiSi back out, shutting the door behind me.

And my mom is still guarding the door, one of her foot wedged at the bottom. But I know that won’t stop him.

“Feng Teng! NO!” She’s yelled as she pushing against him now.

“Oh no! It’s bad luck. Have you no respect for tradition, you stubborn grown man?”

“Please, let me in, mother?” He’s clenching his teeth, I know he is.

Then I glance at SiSi and shake my head. Feng Teng is determined break my mother order, just like he promised to do if she ever got in his way, and she is most certainly in his way.

SiSi then takes another drink from the tray and walks casually over to the door.

“Aunty, just let him in. I bet you’ll never able to stop him. He is the lion king of this century,” She stated clearly.

“NO!” My mom is really digging her heels in, not that it’ll work.

She should know this by now, even after the limited time she’s spent with him.

“I’m not letting…He is not… oh!… NO! FENG TENG!” she scream frantically.

I smile to myself as I watch how determined my mother is. But in no time she’s shoved back slightly before being lifted from her feet by Feng Teng and placed her neatly to the side, which this chance giving Feng Teng to reach me.

She let out a big sigh and rearranges her dress, while start her babbling at my stubborn man.

Then I cast my eyes back to the open doorway. His eyes was pools of desire and they’re studying me closely but his face expressionless, plus his jaw was stubbled.

Gosh! Even my greedy eyes is trail slowly down his half n.a.k.e.dness as he stands before me in just his loose shorts, his solid chest damp and his hair dark with sweat.

He’s been running escape again.

“Such a stuborn king!” Mom huffs.

“Daughter, you better tell him to leave!” She said in unhappy tone.

Then, I find his eyes again.

“It’s okay, mom. Please, give us five minutes,” I says.

His eyes sparkle in approval as he stands patiently waiting for my mom to relent and leave us.

But my mom surely won’t relent but even this small gesture is uncharacteristically respectful. As I know, he’ll ravish me wherever and whenever he pleases, so the fact that he hasn’t physically removed my mom from the room is quite a surprise. I know he really trampling my mom gently.

From here, I could see SiSi in my peripheral vision approach my mom and take her arm.

“Let’s give them a bit of time, aunty. Just a few minutes won’t hurt anyway,” she persuading my mom.

“No! He broke the tradition!” she argues, but still lets SiSi lead her out.

Then, I smile a little. Because actually there is nothing traditional about my relationship with my king here.

“Wait, what with that’s that bruise on his chest?” I hear my mother ask as she’s pushed from the room.

The door closes, and we maintain our deep eye connection, neither one of us saying anything for the longest time. So I just drink him in, every finely tuned muscle, every perfect inch of pure beauty.

He finally speaks up.

“Babe. Wifey. I don’t want to take my eyes away from your face at this moment,” he tells.

“No? Why?” I teased as I know what he meant is.

He shakes his head mildly.

“Other part should be lace if I do, won’t there?” He guessed as his eyes only on my face.

I nod.

“What colour is it?” He asked.

‘”Nude,” I inform cheekily.

His chest expands slightly.

“Gosh! You got taller, as you’ve got heels on.”He stuttered.

I nod again.

This could be dangerous for my hair, make-up and underwear if those eyes stray from my face. It could also be dangerous for our strict time schedule. And I’m expecting my wedding handler can come up here at any moment to check that I’m ready before she hits me with how many steps it is to the hall room and how long it should take me to get there.

He blinks a few times, and I know he’ll never resist a peek because he’d just better control himself before he gets the full impact, and I’d better control myself, too.

GOSH! It’s pretty challenging when I see his sweat beads are trailing down his temple, across his neck and onto his solid chest, before shimmering as they travel the waves of his stomach and disperse in the waistband of his shorts.

Quickly, I shift as his eyes break from mine and lazily drag down my body, his chest heaving more severely as his gaze makes its journey. At the same time, I’m tingling all over, wanting to control my body’s reaction to his perfection, but at the same time wanting him to take me here and now.

“So you’ve just ignoring my mother,” I try to hide the l.u.s.t in my voice, but, as always, I fail miserably.

Feng Teng is impossible to resist, especially when he’s looking at me like this, when his eyes are pouring with appreciation.

So I make my retreat before he does as I walk slowly across the room to him and stop close to his sweat coated body, then flick my gaze up to his lush lips.

Immediately, his breathing escalates.

“That’s becaue she was in my way,” he says quietly and breathing down on me.

“This is mean bad luck. And you’re not supposed to see me before our wedding,” I state calmly.

“Stop me,” His head dips so his lips brush over mine gently, but he doesn’t touch my body.

“Babe, I’ve missed you,” He say.

“Babe, it’s been twelve hours,” My voice is husky and inviting, even though I know I shouldn’t be encouraging contact when he’s a mass of hard, muscled sweatiness, and I’m standing in nude lace, hair and make-up all perfect.

“Too long,” He runs his tongue slowly across my bottom lip, enticing a quiet m.o.a.n from my mouth.

Oh my god! I’m instantly fighting the instinct to grab his big shoulders.

“You’ve had a drink,” he accuses softly.

“Just a sip,” He’s like a bloodhound.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said.