Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 312

“You couldn’t stand the thought of imagine me in this yours chosen this lacey swimsuit right? Admit it that I’m right.” I got him.

He reaches the edge of the pool and pulls me from his back, pushing me up against the side.

“I love the thought of seeing you in this bikini.” He says.

“See, I’m damn so right,” I say.

“Babe, you know that I’ve never seen you in this swimsuit. So yes I does, and very delightful with what I has imangine and this lacey ruffle make you look much cute plus s.e.xy. I really have a good taste,” He then slides in his hands down my sides and onto my thighs.

“And in here, just reserve for my touch only,’ he whispers. It makes me immediately clench my thighs as he leans in and kisses me gently before he looking affectionly straight to my face.

“And this innocent face only for my eyes.” His finger slips into the side of my bikini bottoms, and I hold my breath as he strokes me softly.

“Just for me only. I know you understand what I meant, don’t you?”

“Absolutely, I do,” I shift in front of him and dr.a.p.e my arms over his shoulders.

“Lovely. Now kiss me, my wifey,” He command.

I dive right in and show my appreciation with a long, hot, passionate kiss that draws out a low love m.o.a.n from each of us.

His hands shift to my waist, his big hands rounding me completely as he holds me tight, and we kiss for the longest time in the middle of the pool.

In here just me and him, getting drowning in each other as we consuming each other with fullest loving for each other. The same potion as we had and maybe more.

Everything that happens between us is a result of many kind of way. Sometimes we both are poisonous for each other as the love that we have share.

At some certain point, it pushes us to behave erratically and unreasonably at the same time to both of us.

In reality, we are probably level pegging in the most crazy affection and possessive that we have for each other or maybe at some certain time I could over taken by him completely to the whole level numbness.

Sometimes, I certainly feel much freaking control over him wholly. And what I’m done before definitely qualifies me as much crazy as him. Maybe more than he does.

Like his conspiration getting me pregnant. And yes he succeed.

But my plan not letting him know is far beyond from his thought about me. And if he finds out what this crazy wife has planning to do with her pregnancy then I’ve no doubt I will get to see him reach to the edginess of crazy.

At nine pm after finish the dinner, we both shooting back to Deng Tai Residence as our lunch and dinner should be with Grandfather Feng but because he has an important matter to attend so the whole mansion has replace the family dinner that should be three of us with only two of us having a candle light dinner at the side of the pool.

So Feng Teng decide to take me meeting Grandfather Feng at other time. Along the way I’ve fall into a real deep slumber after exhausting my body whole day.

“Wifey. I love you.” He says.

The low whisper of his makes me smile as I roll over him and immediately grab at him.

“Hmmm.” I hum as pulling his body down to mine.

“Baby, now it pass seven in the morning,” He inform.

“Hm, I know.” I mumble into his neck.

“Morning cuddling,” I demand, my hand drifting down his thigh until I find what I’m looking for.

I grasp him loosely.

“Wifey, I’d love to have too, but if you wake up properly, I bet you’re going to fly into panic and leave me halfway finished.” He grabs my hand and pulls it up to his face, kissing my fingers sweetly.

“And today is Monday in the morning. And I don’t want the blame for making you late again,” He reason.

Then my eyes got shoot to open and trying waking my sleepy mind awake properly. As I seeing his wet face suspended over mine.

Oh! He had a shower already, which means he already gone for his morning run for a milestone, which means that I’m going to be really, really late.

So I bolt up immediately as if I got prick by a long sharpest thorn, and he quickly moves to avoid us from being head-butted.

“What time is it?” I asked.

He smiles fondly.

“Ten minutes to eight,” He state.

I jump up and run straight into the bathroom.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you went for a run?” I flick the shower on and turn to the sink, loading my toothbrush with toothpaste.

He leans on the doorframe and watches me frantically brushing my teeth. He’s grinning at my little fl.u.s.ter.

“Thisss…not… fu….” I spit around my mouthful of paste.

His grin widens.

“Pardon?” He ask.

Then I shake my head on an eye roll and return to the mirror, finishing up and rinsing out.

“I said it’s not funny seeing me like this. Usually didn’t you drag me out of bed and get me up for fourteen miles run?” I’m suspicious as he not wake me up as per usual.

He shrugs and joins me by the mirror, grabbing his own toothbrush.

“I will tell you why if you want me to.” He says.

“I just wondering.” I won’t push it.

The I step in the shower and make a quick job of washing my hair and shaving before stepping out and practically running into the closet room.

And I stand and stare at the rails and rails of clothes, mostly all with tags still attached.

It feels like hard work trying to choose, there’s way too much, so I yank down my red shift dress.

That’ll do.

By the time I’ve rough dried my hair, haphazardly slapped on my make-up, and landed downstairs, seeing my husband is suited up in maroon with a white shirt and collecting his car keys.

“I’ll take you there,” He tells.

“Where’s Aunty Ling?” I eye fullest at him.

All of him. He is my husband.

Suddenly, I feel like.

Do I really have to go to work?

He frowns a little.

“I don’t know. She rarely to be late. But today was her unusual,” He said as he grabbing for my hand, he starts leading me out from the house.

“Have you got everything?” He asked.

“I have,” I tell him.

Then we make our way down to the lobby and as we approach the concierge desk, I see Aunty Ling is leaning to the front desk and chatting lovely with Mi Ke.

I grin and look up to Feng Teng, but he ignores me, though he knows damn well what kind of question that I’m looking for when I look at him and he probably thinking like what I’m thinking, too.

“This should be right,” I say on little laugh.

“They’re just talking.” Feng Teng grumbles and leading me to walk out to our car.

“They look very friendly,” I say as I still watch Aunty Ling giggle as Mi Ke entertains her with words and hand gestures.

Just the Aunty Ling spots us.

“Oh! Children. I was just on my way up!”

“You just take your time here, we on our way out now,” Feng Teng says but he doesn’t sound impressed, and he doesn’t stop.

But me, however, would love to hang around and see their old grey new developments.

My grin widens as I pass, and both of them blush profusely.

“Auntie. Don’t forget to refill my drink,” Feng Teng instruct back crossly.

“Oh Feng Feng, there’s a whole box of it at the below of the drawers. Do you think I’d let that run out?” Aunty Ling sounds irritated by his critical comment.

It makes me laugh, especially when Feng Teng starts grumbling under his breath.

“Don’t be so moody. They’re only talking.” I rebuke him as we emerge into the sun ray and Feng Teng put on his Rayban’s.

“That’s not right,” He shudders and releases my hand.

I start rummaging through my bag for my own shades.

“Ooh, she might be inviting him up when we’re not there.” I muse.

“Wei Lin!” he yells as he points a screwed up face of displeasure to the sun.

“She’s too old for that!” He press his tone.

I laugh.

“Haha. Stop being discriminate,” I says.

“I’m not,” His disgusted face disappears immediately.

He’s grinning now.

“What are you smirking at?” I ask.

He removes his Rayban and closes the distance between us, stooping down so our noses touch.

“I got a present for you,” He said.

“What?” I rest my lips on his.

“Turn your gracious body around.” He orders.

Then I turn back and watch his delighted eyes as he nods over my shoulder. I slowly pivot and stand for a few moments, scanning the car park for whatever I should be looking for, but nothing is jumping out at me.

His arm appears over my shoulder and a set of car keys are dangling in front of my face, and it’s then I spot a huge Red Jeep.

Oh no! I can’t even think of any words.

When did he bought?

And last night? Gosh! Why did I fallen deep into my slumber? I should stay awake. I squint as the keys are jangled in front of me, like he doesn’t realise that I’ve clocked my present and he’s trying to hint further.

No need. I can see it. And I hate it!

“There,” he prompts, jangling the keys again.

“You mean that bright Red mountain?” I ask dryly.

No way! I’m not driving that thing, no matter how many countdowns or sense reminder I get as a consequence.

“You don’t like it?” He sounds hurt.

Oh no, now what should I say?

“Ermm. Erm. I like my bug more,” I says.

“It’s too small for me to fit in.” Now he sounds affronted, as I knew he would.

He makes his way around me and looks down at my shocked face.

“This one I can fit it and take you a drive away,” He says.

I can’t help the incredulous look my face is naturally morphing into.

“Hubby. This is a tough car and only man suitable to drive it as if it’s incredible huge!” I exclaims.

“So you don’t like it?” He scowls at me.

“I got it in red. That’s your favourite colour. Here, I’ll show you,” He takes my reluctant shoulders and leads me over to the brand-new Jeep. The closer I get, the more I hate it.

It’s far too showing off. I love my bug more.

“Here. See this.” He opens the door… and I gasp.

Gosh. My feeling gets worse.

The red colour… everywhere. With red leather steering wheel, gearstick, red seats. And even the carpets are red.

That was ridiculous red.

After that I look up at him, my dearly husband, and shake my head, but I can’t be ungrateful right now. And he looks so pleased with his choice.

Gosh! His taste incredibly way too luxurious. Now I don’t know what to say. I really speechless.

“You could’ve just bought me a dress or something that not this flashy huge hubby.” I wish he’d have bought me bag or jewelery or something small.

“Get in,” He ushers me inside the car.

I gasp as soon I see the seat head.

Oh no! Madam Feng got stiched on it. Now that’s beyond too far.

“No way I am not driving this!” I blurt, before my brain filters the insulting and annoying.

“You are going to drive this. And it’s more safe that f**King bug,” He growls.

Well, that just got rid of any guilt I had, and now my heels are firmly digging in.

“NO! I definitely not! This Jeep way too way big for me! Understand?” I counter back harshly.

“But it’s way more safe.” He picks me up and places me on the driver’s seat.

Gosh! I feel so small in here.

“Look here,” He reaching in, he presses a button and a compartment pops open, revealing a tab screen.

“Everything your usual need was in here and I’ve downloaded all of your favourite music.” He grins, as he pressing the play button and Massive Attack seeps through all of the millions of speakers.

“And you will always think of me.” He tells.

“Seriously? Hello, I think of you every time you call everytime I hear the assigned ringtone incoming,” I jump out after I said to him.

“Give me your car. You can take this,” I signal to the gleaming heap of metal.

“Mine?” A worried looks passes over his face.

“But it’s a bit…small,” He runs his eyes over my present.

“I don’t care, and I know your game way to well Mr President Feng!” I look inside and my mind conjures up images of baby seats and child booster seats. And a pram in the boot.

Oh no! I point my finger at his chest.

“The only reason you want me to drive this thing is because it’s enormous and there’s less chance of injury if I crash. Prettying it up isn’t going to convince me.” I turn and storm off towards my lovely little bug, in which there is no chance of squeezing a pram in the boot.

So I’m stunned when I make it into my car without his stop. I look in the rear view mirror as I settle in my seat and see him leaning against his own car with his arms folded over his chest. Then I ignore the heavy and distressful on his stunning face before start my bug engine. After that, I quickly reversing out of the space and heading for the gates.

“I’m sorry husband! You are way too impossible,” I mutter to myself, reaching up to smash the button on the little black device that will open the gates.

F**K! It’s not functioning.

“Shit!” I yell disbelievingly to absolutely no one.

“This is a f.u.c.k.i.n.g hell!” I slam my brakes on and jump out, finding the glower has morphed into a dazzling smile from my control freak husband.

“Can’t gey out?” He smirk.

“Crazy arse. Just f**k off” I yell across the car park, grabbing my bag from the front seat and leaving my car exactly where it is, driver’s door open.

So I stomp my angry heels towards the gate, but I’m not lucky enough to avoid my husband style stop this time. Then I’m swiftly grabbed and hoofed back to my shiny brand new car.

“You should watch your f**king mouth, lady!” He places me in the driver’s seat and puts the seatbelt on me before taking my bug key from my hand.

“Why do you have to always defy me on absolutely everything?” He starts transferring all of my keys onto my new car key.

“Because you’re an unreasonable arse!” I shift irritably in my seat.

“Can’t you just take me to work now?” I ask.

“For your information that I’m already late for a meeting because my wife won’t do as she’s told. He grabs the back of my neck and yanks me towards his lips.

“Anyone would think you’re after a pleasure punishment actually,” he accused.

“Excuse me, Mr Husband. I am not!” He grins and hits me with a full on, hot, melt worthy kiss.

A long one, one of those kisses that bashes all of the obstinacy right out of me.

“Hmmm, you taste delicious, wifey. What time are you finishing work?” He ask.

I’m released and, as ever, breathless.

“Five,” I says.

“Come straight to The Mansion after and bring your files so we can finalise the orders for the new rooms.” He pushes another button, lowering the driver’s window, before shutting the door and leaning in.

He looks so smug.

“I love you so much,” He says.

“Noted,” I mutter, turning the key in the ignition.

“Wait! Have you spoken to your boss yet?” he asks, halting my strop and reminding me that I have yet to fulfil my obligation.

“Get out from my car!” I snap, not knowing what else to say.

“So I’ll take that as a not yet. You’ll speak to him today.” This not a question but a command.

“Get your arse out from my car, and you already late,” I repeat touchily.

“Anything you want, my dearly wife,” His eyes are giving me a thorough warning, but I ignore it.

“Now where the hell am I going to park this thing?” I mumbled to myself.

He starts laughing and strolls off from my car before jumping in his Black Veyron and screeching out of the car park.