Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 283

Feng Teng mouth drops open, his glass pausing halfway to his lips.

“But I want some quiet time. Just me and you, wifey,” He says.

“NO! We’re having photos first,” I say with full of authority.

At the same time, I could feel his sulk coming on, but I’m not letting him win this one.

Feng Teng scowls slightly, but he doesn’t argue with me. Instead, he signals for Nami to gather our both family and relative, taking them out the ball room stage. I watching as she flies into commander role, shouting for everyone to leave the table and head to the gardens of the hotel mansion outside.

“Let’s go then,” he grumbles, lifting me from the chairand placing me neatly on my feet.

Gradually, I mentally cheer to myself. Feng Teng, he’s learning, or perhaps it’s me who’s learningso much how to deal with him.

But at some point I’m not sure, in fact we’re making immense progress.

And he knows when to relent, as do I.

Feng Teng leads me out into the night space and over to the gathering of guests. And Nami is directing people into various positions, but my mother is quickly repositioning bodies as we approach.

When I look across and see SiSi is being ravished by Kevin at the same time, so my eyes instantly darting towards my brother and finding what I knew that it would coming.

A filthy look. Is SISI actually doing this on purpose? Or what?

Then I look up at Feng Teng beside me.

“My precious hubby. Next time, please just do what you’re told.,” The more he plays up, the longer this will take and the more stressed my mom will get.

“Only if you promise give me quiet time after,” he condition.

“Okay. I promise you,” I say on a laugh.

“Good. In fact, I hate so much of sharing you with others,” he grumbles, and I smile. I know he does.

So for the next hour, my Feng Teng cooperating completely. He moves when asked, smiles when requested, and even releases me from the cuffs without any complaint even when I have to take some shots on my own too.

So on the final click, Feng Teng swiftly scooped me up and carried back to our hotel suites immediately.

The door closes softly behind us, and I’m led to the grand, adorned bed. He lifts me and crawls up the bed, settling me below him.

Now I’ve got a set of l.u.s.tful eyes gazing down at me.

“Only us now,” he whispers, dropping a soft kiss on my lips before his face buries straight into my neck.

“You want to snuggle?” I ask, a little surprised.

“Yes, I do.” He nuzzles further.

“Of course, I want to snuggle with my wife. Are you going to deny me?” He shoot.

“Never,” I say.

“Good. Our marriage is getting off to the best start, then.” he says, completely serious.

So I let him snuggle and I absorb his weight, his smell and his heart beating against my chest. So much I like quiet time, but as I gaze up at the high ceiling, my mind naturally wanders to the thoughts that have been lingering for weeks the thoughts that I have tried my hardest to chase it away.

Very impossible.

The perfection of this moment, of our love for each other, is clouded by the reality of the challenges ahead.

At the same time, there has been no contact from President Gu, so I assume he is still in busy with his company.

So I’ve been spared that challenge totally for now, although President Gu bound to return soon and I highly expect him to enforce our meeting when he does. And there has been no sight of Muxin, either, as she has been fired immediately after admitting to everything that I absolutely knew she did.

I even not heard from Mo Yuan too, I bet he’s definitely got the message, but I’m still far too curious why he came back actually.

Gosh! Wait, there’s my period, which is due on this Friday. Even I’ve never wished so hard for something.

A baby?

Actually, I can’t even think about that, and I’m not ignorant to the fact that I’ve buried my head well and truly in the sand.

Way, way down.

In fact, Feng Teng hasn’t mentioned it yet again, but I know he seriously wants a baby. He would love to have me nailed to his side, he’s made that clear, and perhaps he thinks a baby would achieve this. For Feng Teng, he would see it as the perfect excuse for me to give up work, something else he would like to happen.

But since I love my job so much and I love spending my days designing even interacting with clients. So I think, I’ll have a serious talk with him about this.

If he not going agree, definitely I’ll fight him really hard…only if I’m not pregnant.

If I do, I’ve no idea what I’ll do. Because I know he’ll be looking for signs of my period, and I can’t hide that from him too. He was too possible.

Even I’ve been making him wear protection for few weeks, still he’s clearly demonstrated his disgust, but if I’m not pregnant, then I want it to stay that way.

“Hubby. Will you do something for me?” I ask quietly.

“Sure, anything,” His hot breath on my neck has my head turning into him, encouraging him to look at me.

His head lifts from its hiding place, his hair now a dishevelled mess, his eyes finding my eyes.

“What? Do you want, baby?” He ask.

“No. Not that. Can you please resist talking to my boss about President Gu?” I brace myself for his scoff.

In past few weeks, I’ve managed to keep him from my boss, but with Xufang Brother and his that’s arriving later to join the ball time, I’m not sure Feng Teng can hold himself back.

And things have been quiet on President Gu too. But I’ve been allowed to work, even if he does call constantly. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Feng Teng qould knows that he is out of the country.

“I agreed not to visit your boss if you already spoke with him. And I don’t believe you have yet,” He raises expectant eyebrows at me.

Of course. No, I haven’t, as I have no idea how to approach this.

Even when I told my boss about our wedding, Xufang Brother was shocked enough to hear that I was marrying one of my clients just a short time after taking on the project. And I could hardly hit him with the shock that I’m about to jump ruined our Deng Tai most important client, the client who guarantees his retirement. As the retirement that he won’t need if I tell him the news because he’ll most certainly keel over and die because of shock.

“Hubby. Please give me until next Monday.” I plead.

“Promise, I’ll talk to him on Monday,” I beg again.

“Hmm. Monday then,” he affirms, his eyes slightly narrowed.

“Take not that I mean it. So you’ve got till Monday, if not then I’m stepping in,” he warns.

“Okay,” I promise him.

He grunts a little, and then buries himself back in my neck.

“So Monday,” he mumbles again.

“And when do I get to take you away?” He asked.

“Remember. I did warn you if you wanted to marry me so quickly, there would be no honeymoon for a while. And you already accepted that, remember?” I remind him.

He lifts his head and points a scowl at me.

“So when am I going to get my wife all to myself? When am I going to be able to love her alone?” He reluctant.

“My dear. You will always love me. So when I’m not working, I’m always with you. And your text and call me often enough, so I’m technically connected to you all day, okay?” I need to approach this issue, too.

He’s relentless.

“Actually, deep inside of my mind I want you to give up working,” he’s pouting, and I’m shaking my head, just like I have every time he’s suggested this.

He’s not demanding yet, but that’s coming, most likely when President rears his ugly head.

“I wants you to be Madam Feng of leisure,” he presses.

“How would I be Madan Feng of leisure if I’m permanently nailed to you?” I ask.

His h.i.p.s push forward into my groin, enticing a sharp intake of breath from me.

“Okay. Be my madam of pleasure, then,” He’s grinning at me, the crafty arse, and I suspect a making love is on the horizon again.

I’d love him to take me hard. It would make a nice change after the last few weeks of gentle of him.

“NO hubby, you are not taking me now. As we should get downstairs before my mom comes to get us again,” I said.

He rolls his eyes and sighs.

“Madam Bei is a pain in the f**king arse,” He complaint.

“Don’t always pissed her off often then,” I laugh.

He shifts off me and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

“Still she needs to accept who has the power here,” he says candidly, starting to re-cuff me.

My amus.e.m.e.nt increases.

“As you’re touching me, of course you hold the power,” I attempt to pull my hand free from his grip, but the clanging of metal soon tells me he’s already managed to secure me.

I look up at him.

GRHHHHHH …..

He grinning that roguish grin.

“I’m sorry,” He shakes our wrists, instigating another clanking of the handcuffs.

“So w ho has the power here?” He asked.

I scowl at him.

“You can have the power for today,” I brush my hair over my shoulder and rearrange my diamond.

“Now, you’re being very reasonable,” he says quietly, swooping down and tackling my mouth.

I grip his shoulder and soak up his attentive tongue and the warmth of his big palm secured at the base of my back.

“Mhmmm,” he hums.

“You taste delicious, wifey. Ready?” He invited.

I shake myself back to life.

“Definitely, ready husband,” I’m all breathy and hot.