Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 290

I can hear him exhale deeply. It’s an obvious demonstration of frustration. I won’t be allowed to live in denial for much longer, but his need to care for me at the moment is getting me off the hook.

He stands and pulls me up.

“Know that, you are the most frustrating woman on the planet. Hey. Do you want to brush your teeth?” He asks.

“Please,” I nodded agreed.

He smiles down at me and brushes his knuckles across my cheek.

“No worries, everything will be fine,” He assures me.

Will it?

That’s only for him, not mine after all. He gets what he wants, although why he wants it is a f**king mystery.

“Hmm…Okay.” I agree feebly, catching a glimpse of a hanging handcuff from his wrist… and a huge red blister.

Will it?

That’s only for him, not mine after all.

As he gets what he wants, although why he wants it is a f**king mystery.

“Hmm…Okay.” I agree feebly, catching a glimpse of a hanging handcuff from his wrist… and a huge red blister.

“OH, MY GOODNESS SAKE! What have you done?” I grab his hand and turn it over, discovering the inner side on his wrist displaying a mass of angry red welts.

I suck in a shocked breath.

Gosh, that looks so painfully.

He pulls his wrist from my grip and removes the cuffs, throwing them to the floor.

“This all because of you. For your information, as you have kept my heart beating, but babe, do you know that you can also make it f**king stop immediately?” He shakes his head and lifts me onto the countersink.

“So you just said that you couldn’t live without me, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, I am,” He admits.

He narrows accusing eyes on me.

“So stop trying to kill me off if you wanted to be together with me until old grey,” He warns.

I feel a grin surfacing.

“Ha.Ha.Ha. You’re such a drama queen. NOPE. Drama king!” I accused him.

“NO! There is nothing dramatic about being worried when my wife throws up after she tries hard to take all of mine,” He scoffed.

Then I burst into laughter.

My head falls back, my eyes close and I laugh.

Very hard. Until I have tears and all. I can’t stop, and he lets me have my moment, waiting patiently with my toothbrush hovering in front of my mouth.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry, husband!” I chuckle.

“I admit the part of it, I was wronged,” I wipe my eyes and look straight in on a pair of curious his curious eyes, a raised brow and a chewed lip.

“It’s fine, quite funny, though,” I added.

“Iskh. I’m glad then you find it amusing. So now open your mouth,” He ordered.

When he’s done, he takes me to the bed. My eyes got widen when I see the bed board. It’s all splintered with broken wood.

Gosh! This is a hotel bed. It must be deadly expensive and Feng Teng just damaged their property.

“Get on the bed and sleep,” He places me on the edge, and I waste no time crawling up and snuggling down, letting out a long, contented sigh.

I turn over and watch him undress, my greedy gaze drinking in his perfection.

“I can’t believe I’m spending our consummate night just without the tradition,” The unpleasant thought has me feeling annoyed.

“Tomorrow morning, I will give special love to you, better,” He knows what I’m thinking.

I frown.

“How special is it?” I asked.

He smiles as he shrugs his shirt off.

“You won’t be able to walk a whole week,” He’s watching me closely, and my mind reflects that day when I found myself trapped and silently willing him on.

“And only at our home, it will be special,” He swears.

“Our home?” I blurt, a little confused.

“Yes.” He laughs.

He must be a plan on something, without my knowing.

“Why only at home special? How about the past?” I ask.

“Babe, it’s because I’m not having you in a bed that others guest must have used it before. So if on our bed, it more special because our beautiful scent was buried there which made our love more special tomorrow,” he finishes.

“Oh,” I say.

Then he kicks his trousers off and draws his boxers down his legs.

“Only at our home. So now get your underwear off, I want you all n.a.k.e.d,” He command.

I reach down and push my knickers from my legs.

“What did you plan?” I ask on a grin.

“That’s a secret,” he answers quietly.

He then paces over to the bed and slips in beside me. I immediately crawl onto his chest and settle myself all over him, my face nuzzling straight into his neck.

“Comfy?” he asks.

“Hmmm, yes,” I hum, my hands wandering all over the place, needing to feel him and relish in the flesh on flesh contact.

“How do you feel?” he asks, letting me smother him.

“Happy,” I nod on his flesh.

I’m held tighter, his heartbeat thumping against my b.r.e.a.s.tbone.

“Go to sleep, my beautiful wife,” I said.

And I nod then my eyes slowly close and I feel this blackness come over me. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making me shiver. But somehow it’s making my eyes feel heavier and heavier.

Before I finally close my eyes sending me into a dreamless sleep.

The sun poured through the window. A brand new day as Madam Feng had dawned, bringing with it new life and a happy future.

I open my eyes and stretch. It’s an over-the-top, noisy, satisfying, completely contented extension of my body all over the bed.

Then I smile to myself, listening to my husband movement in the bathroom, the sound of the tap shower streams of hot water into the tub, him collecting all of the bath liquid, and unmistakable sound from him swishing the water to instigate some bubbles on it.

My self-professed bath of my husband is keeping to his word.

We’re going to have a long soak in the bath and undoubtedly some tub talk whilst we’re there.

Do I want the tub to talk to?

I shuffle to the edge of the huge bed, then I take my n.a.k.e.d form over to the suite’s bathroom and lean myself up against the doorframe.

As soon I enter, I see he’s sitting on a chair in the window and his elbows resting on his knees while looking out across the hotel morning sky. Then I smile to myself.

He’s n.a.k.e.d too, every tuned of his muscle protruding from his back and his dark hair was damp from the condensation filling the vast space.

This situation, I think I could stand all day and watch him, but even from here and with his back face to me, I can see the cogs of his mind racing around at a hundred miles per hour. He’s probably thinking about my denial of getting pregnant, and undoubtedly I know what he’s thinking.

It’s about how he can keep me at home and become a full-time housewife for him.

So my unreasonable, challenging and control freak man.

My powerful man, who even rules underworld turf, even ex-playboy of S city.

He now my husband so I need to touch him.

I tiptoe approach my great husband, my eyes getting more and more delighted the closer I get, my skin starting to prickle with the usual sparks that simmer between our bodies.

Just then; he speaks.

“I know when you’re near, my beautiful wife,” He doesn’t look around.

“You’ll never get away with that,” He warns.

So I move around in front of him and climb onto his lap, planting my cheek on his chest.

His arms immediately engulf me and his face plummets into my hair.

“Naughty wifey. Are you trying to sneak up on me?” He asks.

I smile as I was caught up by him, by a red hand.

“You know that will never work, especially on me,” He stated.

“Never. So how are you feeling this morning? Good?” He asks.

I smile into his chest.

“Fine,” I agreed to his statement.

“Good babe,” He replies, pulling me in closer.

I remove myself from his lap and head for the bath.

“What are you doing?” he asks my back.

I don’t need to turn around for visual confirmation of the scowl I know covers his face.

“Having a bath,” I climb in and settle back, but almost instantly move forward to give him space.

He climbs in and settles behind me, pulling me back to rest on his chest and homing straight in on my ear, giving a little growl and a nibble.

“You’ve forgotten. I’ve told you before, always wait for me,” He tells.

“Hehe, sorry.” I forgot.

He bites down harder on my lobe.

“And that’s your punishment,” He says.

“You meanie!” I close my eyes and let my head relax against him, my palms sliding onto his strong, wet thighs.

“No,” His fingers lace through mine.

“Just to make sure to keep you warm,” He added.

“Nah! You just used that as an excuse for your attachment addicted to my beautiful body,” I claim.

“No. It’s your fault that almost make me crazy.” He accused.

“Lol. That’s your own faults! You are on your own self to make yourself crazy, if you couldn’t reaching me in a second,” I claim the truth.

He growls, then I feel his mouth at my ear again, and I use every modic.u.m of strength to restrain my m.o.a.n