Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 315

I’m crippled more than ever before. It really isn’t possible for me to love this man more.

“But I never want to be without your fierce love.” I tell him.

He reaches up and slides his hand around the base of my neck, pulling me down so our foreheads meet.

“You won’t be. I’ll never stop loving you hard. It’ll only get harder because every day that passes we create more memories. Memories I’ll treasure, not memories I want to forget. My mind is being filled with beautiful images of us, and they are replacing a history that lingers. They’re chasing away my past, my wife. I need them. I need you in it only,” he says.

“You have me now,” I breathe, shifting my hands up to his shoulders.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He kisses me gently.

“It hurt so badly.” He said.

I sit up on his lap and pull him up with me, wrapping my arms so tightly around him and pushing my mouth to his ear.

“Now I’m crazy in love with you. Hubby,” I whisper.

“Fiercely, too. That’s never going to stop, not ever.” I kiss his ear.

“End of it,” I said.

His head turns into me, catching my lips.

“Good. My heart is swelling.” He said.

I smile a little as he reinforces his happiness with his kiss, drifting back down in the tub until I’m sprawled across his chest.

We just kiss, for a long, long time.

It’s gentle and sweet, but it’s what we both need right now. Pure, unapologetic, powerful love. It’s potent. It overpowers us both.

He pulls back and encases my face with his hands.

“Let me bathe you.” He says.

“But I’m comfy like this,” I just want to lie on his chest and stay until the water cools and I’m forced to vacate the giant tub.

“We can be comfy in bed and you can fall asleep in my arms where you’re supposed to be.” He said

I frown.

“It’s not even mid-afte…”I halt.

“Gosh! I’ve not gone back to work!�� I start to scramble off him to call my boss, but I’m swiftly restrained and pulled back down to his chest.

“I took care of it already. Unravel your knickers, wifey,” He orders.

“When?” I blurt as I got stunned.

“When I brought you home.” He turns me around in his lap and retrieves the sponge from the water.

“What did you tell him?” I ask.

“You got sick suddenly,” He says.

“Oh my Gos, he’ll be sacking me soon.” I sigh and lean forward, dropping my heavy head between my propped up knees and letting Feng Teng soak me all over with lazy rubs and squeezes of the sponge.

The silence is comfortable, my mind serene. I close my eyes and absorb the love that’s flowing into me from our contact through the sponge.

That’s how powerful our love it is.

It can battle through any obstacle that’s placed between us, be it an inanimate object, such as a simple sponge, or a living, breathing person, such as a Muxin… Mo Yuan or President Gu.

Nothing could ever will tear us apart… only us.

When he’s looked after me for a while, he wraps me in a towel and sits me on the vanity unit.

“Stay in there.” he orders gently before dropping a chaste kiss on my lips and leaving me with a furrowed brow.

“Where are you going?” I call after him.

“Just wait.” He orders.

I hear him rummaging and the crumpling of a paper bag, and he’s soon standing in front of me again, holding it up with slightly raised brows.

“What’s that?” I ask, pulling my towel in a little more.

He takes a deep breath and opens it up, thrusting it towards me so I can take a peek. I throw him inquisitive eyes and lean forward to look in the bag.

As soon as I register the contents, I bolt upright on a shocked gasp.

“You don’t believe me?” I’m hurt and it’s obvious.

He rolls his eyes and reaches in, pulling out a pregnancy test.

“Of course I do believe,” He said.

“Then why do you have a paper bag with…that pregnancy test?” I grab it and tip it upside down, emptying the little boxes into the sink next to me.

I start picking them up and chucking them on the counter.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Why do you have ten pregnancy tests?” I turn my eyes back to my mad-cap husband and wave one of the boxes under his nose.

He shrugs sheepishly and bats the box away.

“There are another two in a box.” He inform.

“Twenty?” I blurt.

He starts opening one of the boxes.

“Some of it might not work properly. They’re just back-ups.” He slides a stick out and takes it to his mouth, ripping off the plastic packaging before he thrusts it at me.

“Now you have to pee on this bit here, look.” He instruct.

I watch him pull the cap off the end and point to the only non-plastic part of the stick.

“I does that one at the clinic. Feng Teng I know how they work. Why won’t you take my word for it?” I recoil at him.

His lip slides straight between his teeth and starts to receive a nervous chew.

“I do take your word for it, but I need to see it for myself too. I’m the father,” He said.

I feel a little offended, although I have no right to be. I’ve already mislead him and played with that crazy mind. I can’t blame him for wanting official confirmation.

“How long have you had these?” I ask.

He pouts and shrugs guiltily, dropping his eyes. He doesn’t need to say.

So I put my hand out and his eyes lift.

They are sparkling again.

“Give me,” I nod at the stick and watch as his lip slips through his bite, and he smiles.

He really smiles. I think this smile even tops his one reserved only for me. And I quickly bat away the silly pang of jealousy that stabs at me because of it as I’m start being ridiculous. So I jump down from the unit.

“Some privacy please.” I shoo him away.

He recoils, a look of disbelief on his face.

“I’m staying.” he says incredulously.

‘I’m not peeing on a stick in front of you!” I shake my head.

“No way, you can see it,” I scold him.

He sits down on the floor in front of me, his towel gaping open and revealing… everything.

“Make me move then,” He’s fighting a smug grin from his lush lips.

“Okay fine. I’ll use another bathroom then,” I retort haughtily as I sidestep him to exit the bathroom.

I yelp as my ankle is grasped and I’m suddenly trying to pull a dead weight to escape.

“Hey”‘ I tug my leg, but it’s completely hopeless when I turn to find him lying on his stomach, now with both palms wrapped around my one ankle.

He’s looking up at me with adorable, shimmering eyes, and he’s pouting.

“Humour me, baby. Please.” He actually bats his long lashes at me.

I try my hardest to restrain my smile, but when he’s looking at me like this, it’s just impossible.

“Can you at least turn around?” I told him.

“No,” He jumps up and wh.i.p.s his towel off, his beauty hitting me like a sledgehammer.

“Does this make you feel better?” He holds his arms to the sides, and I can’t stop my appreciative gaze dragging down his solid loveliness.

I sigh happily.

“No, that just distracts me.” I muse, continuing to drink him in, all of the way down before casually and slowly back up againall of him.

Every wondrous, magnificent, sickeningly perfect inch of him. Then I reach his face. His eyes have smoked out, and I know mine have, too.

“You wield that physique unfairly.” I says.

“Of course I do. It’s one of my best assets.” He reaches forward and yanks my towel off.

“It comes a close second to this one too,” His eyes leisurely skate down my n.a.k.e.dness, and he sighs to himself.

“Just a perfect fit,” He claims.

“Promise you won’t say that when I’m fat and swollen.” I grumble, suddenly realising that I will, in fact, get fat and swollen.

“And if you say there will be more of me to love, then I might not letting you find me,” I snatch the towel up and re-wrap myself, ignoring his obvious annoyance.

“Don’t say the word of leaving.” he threatens, taking my hand and leading me to the toilet.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll eat for two, too.” He’s looking down at me with a smirk.

“Promise you won’t leave me when I’m unable to be beautiful,” I says.

He throws his head back on a laugh.

“I promise, babe,” I’m turned around and positioned in front of the toilet.

“Now, let’s pee on some sticks.” He say cheekily.

I hitch up my towel and reluctantly lower myself to the toilet, while Feng Teng crouches in front of me.

“Do you want to stick your hand in the loo again?” I grin as I watch his lips twitch at the memory of me sitting on his arm in the hospital.

“I could mark you officially.” I says.

He’s trying his hardest, but failing miserably. He collapses onto his arse and laughs.

It makes me feel so much better.

While my hysterical husband rolls around on the floor, I hold the stick between my thighs and release my bladder.

“Babe, I love you so f**king much.’”He pulls himself up and kneels again, resting his palms on my thighs, and leans up to kiss me hard on the lips… while I’m peeing on a stick.

“There you specimen,” I pull my hand out and hand him the test, and he takes it, immediately giving me another.

“What?” I ask, frowning at the new stick.

“I told you, some of it, they don’t work. Take another now,” He thrusts it forward.

My head rolls back in complete exasperation, but I take the stupid stick and repeat the same routine, only to finish and have another one shoved at me.

“Hubby, come on!” I scold at him.

“One more, please,” He removes the lid.

“Oh! For God’s sake.” I snatch it on a scowl and shove it between my thighs.

“That’s it!” I drain the rest of my bladder, making sure it’s completely empty so I physically can’t pee on any more sticks.

“There.There,” I yank some tissue from the roll and sort myself out while he takes all three tests to the unit and places them neatly in a row.

Despite my irritation, I can’t help smiling as I watch him standing there, n.a.k.e.d and bent slightly, bracing his hands on his knees and getting his face up close and personal with the tests.

“Are you okay there?” I ask, joining him and copying his position in front of the unit.

“I think they’re broken. We should do some more.” He makes to shift, but I grab his arm.

“It’s been only thirty seconds.” I laugh.

“Here, wash your hands.” I take his hands and hold them under the tap while he keeps his eyes on the test, not paying a bit of attention to what I’m doing to his hand.

Aigooo, what a childish one.

“It’s been longer than that,” he scoffs.

“Much longer.” He distressed.

“No, it hasn’t. Stop being neurotic,” I resume knee brace in front of the unit, as does he.

Glancing out the corner of my eye, I meet his sideway glance, my lips curving at the corner.

He raises defensive eyebrows at me.

“Excuse me. I’m not neurotic.” He counter my accused on him.

“Of course you’re not.” I tease.

“Are you taking the piss out of me, my wifey?” He scowl.

“Not at all, my dear husband,” I back off.

The silence falls again, and we both remain motionless, braced and waiting and waiting for the confirmation of what that I already know. And then some faint letters start to appear on the first test, and I find myself holding my breath. I don’t know why.

Perhaps it’s because I’m mimicking my challenging husband, who’s suddenly gone rigid next to me. Time seems to slow slightly as the letters form and we both stare in silence.

My heart picks up pace as my eyes drift over to the next test and find the slow development of the same letters. My heart is now trying to break free from my chest and our heads inch to the left a little to watch as the very same letters appear on the third and final test.

It’s only now I realise that I’m still holding my breath, and I let it gush from my mouth as I sense he next to me twitching.

When I turn my face to his, feeling completely overwhelmed with emotion. His head turns, too, until he’s facing me.

We’re still bent over the unit, we’re still both bracing our arms of our knees and we’re both completely expressionless.

“Hi, Dad,” I whisper, my voice quivering slightly as I watch him scanning my face.

“Great to hear that,” he whispers back.

“Mum, I can’t breathe now,” He collapses to the floor on his back and stares up at the ceiling.

Why the shocked reaction? He wanted this.

I straighten myself out and roll my shoulder blades a little. I feel all stiff.

“Are you okay?” I ask, looking down at him.

This wasn’t what I expected, but then his mouth starts twitching and his eyes land on me. He jumps up and seizes me in his arms, lifting me clean from my feet on a shocked squeal.

“What’s the matter with you?” I stunted.

He paces quickly into the bedroom and places me down way too gently on the bed, yanking my towel away before crawling up above me and settling his body between my thighs and resting his chin on my stomach. He looks up at me with the most incredible amount of contentment in his eyes.

They are twinkling madly, his damp hair is all over the place and his frown line and chewed lip are nowhere to be seen.

How could I have ever doubted this when he’s looking so relaxed, like I’ve just given him life?

Should I, I have, I suppose. Or he has given life to me.

Either or, my husband is one happy man, and now that I may have gotten my own head around this, I can see clearly, very, very clearly.

He has more than enough love to share.

This devastating man, this ex-playboy, will be an amazing father if he make a little over-protective. I’ve not just given him life, a life revived and worthy, by giving him me, I’ve given him new life, too. A part of him and a part of me combined. And seeing him so unbelievably euphoric has chased away every single doubt. I can have a baby with him safely.

“I love you,”he says quietly.

“I loveeee….loveee you…So much.” He scream out of his lung.

Yes, I can hear it.

Then I smile.

“I love you too.” I answer to him.

He presses his lips to my stomach tenderly, and then strokes it softly.

“And I love you, too.” he whispers to my flat belly.

He circles his nose around my bellybutton before he works his way up the bed and lays himself all over me.

My hair is brushed from my face and he gazes down at me.

“I’ll try to be better. With you, I mean. I’ll try not to smother you and make you crazy.” He promise.

“And I like you smothering me. It’s the unreasonableness that we need to work on.” I tell him.

“Give me specifics.’”he prompts.

“Do you want to know exactly what drives me crazy?” I ask.

“Yes, tell me. I can’t try to control it if I don’t know exactly what bothers you.” He drops a chaste kiss on my lips, and I struggle to prevent a laugh.

Seriously. He doesn’t know? We could be here for the rest of the year, but I’ll focus on my main grievance for now.

“If you treated me way too gently. When you thought I was pregnant, you stopped being fierce in the bedroom and I didn’t like it. I want my dominant husband back.” I confessed to him.

He pulls back and his eyebrows shoot up.

“What the hell have I done to you?” He scowl.

“You’re addictive, and lately I’ve been having with my great husband withdrawal.” I’m frank and honest with my answer.

As I need to get this out because I might get another eight-ish months with gentle of his might send me crazy.

His frown line flickers straight across his brow.

“I’ve taken you hard lately. Remember?” He ask.

“Yes, but only when you thought I wasn’t pregnant, and when you thought I was, I had to provoke you into it. I want shock and hard one,” I being frank.

A real frank.

His frown deepens further.

“Don’t you like gentle love?” He ask.

I sigh and reach up to grab his cheeks.

“Listen. You won’t hurt it, you know.” I told him.

“It?” he laughs.

“Let’s get one thing straight, wifey. We will not be calling our baby ‘it’,” He correct me.

“It’s hardly to call a baby at the moment.” I says.

“What is it, then?” He counter.

“Hmm, it’s probably more like a snow-ball,” I watch as his eyes sparkle delightedly and a cheeky grin spreads across that otherworldly face.

“Yes, Milky then,” I laugh.

“What?” He leans down and rubs his nose up my cheek.

“It’s perfect,” He agree.

“No way. I am not referring to our baby as milky! End of it!” I yelp as I’m grabbed on my sensitive hipbone, and I start bucking under him, somewhere between delight and torture, the torture for obvious reasons and the delight because this is normal.

This is us.

“Stop!” I cry.

And he does.

“Shit!” he curses.

“What are you doing?” I shout angrily.

He looks down at my stomach and then back up at me, his shamed expression telling me he knows exactly what he’s just done.

“See,” I hit him with critical eyes.

“That is what I mean! If you don’t reinstate some of your normal behaviour soon, then I’ll be moving to my parent for the rest of this pregnancy.” I’m not even being dramatic and I absolutely will.

“I mean it, President Feng. All of the fierceness, the rough, the countdowns and f**kings of various degrees, I want them back, and I want them now.” I command.

He’s just looking at his wife like she’s a complete nutcase. I think she is.

“Calmed down yet?” he asks seriously.

“That depends on whether any of this is sinking in to this thick skull of yours.” I reach for his hair and yank it.

“Ouch! That’s hurt.” He laughs a little and then sighs, rolling over onto his back and taking me with him.

His knees come up to support my back, and he studies me thoughtfully.

And I let him. I sit and wait for him to piece together what he wants to say until he inhales deeply.

“Do you remember when I found you at the bar, when I showed you how to dance?” he ask.

I smile as I relax against his thighs behind me.

“That was the night that I realised I’d fallen in love with you.”I confess.

“I know because you told me. You were drunk, but you still said it.” He inform.

“Hmm. Must have been the dancing.” I said thoughtfully.

“I know.” His shoulders jump up casually.

“That’s I’m very good at it,” he says proudly.

I shake my head at his impertinence.

“You’re arrogant arse,” I’ve grown to love that about him, too.

His confidence is actually a huge turn-on, especially now that he’s just mine. And he has every right to be self-assured.

“It would seem that I’m a little brighter than my beautiful wife”‘ he says, wrapping his palms around my ankles.

“You’re really arrogant arse!” I declare to him.

“No, not this time. This time I’m just honest. You see, I realised that I was in love with you before then.” He say honestly.

I pout.

“Does that make you cleverer than me?” I ask.

“Yes, it does. The whole time you were running, I was so frustrated. I was thinking there must’ve been something wrong with you.” He smiles shyly.

“You know, because you wouldn’t submit to me.” He added.

“Like your ex-ex did.” I confirm his point.

And I imagine rejection was very frustrating for a man who always get what he wanted with complete ease.

He nods, and I sigh.

“It was only because I knew I’d get hurt. Even though I didn’t know you, it was obvious you…” I pause briefly.

“Very experienced.” I was going to say a womaniser, but I don’t think Feng Teng could be labelled that at all.

As I see all the women threw themselves at his feet, made it easy for him, so he didn’t need to resort to chasing.

Until he met me.

His fingertips start tracing up my shins, and he watches their path.

“When I left you for those two week..” He stop.

“Stop!” I blurt.

“Please don’t talk about that,” I stop him.

“Just let me explain something. It’s important.” He reaches up and pulls me down so we’re nose to nose.

“At that time I was so confused by what I was feeling. It took that time away from you to piece together exactly what it was. I couldn’t work out why I was behaving like a madman. I really did think I was going f**king get crazy, my dear wifey,” He confessed.

And I absolutely do not relish these reminders as I don’t know where this is leading to, but I already know that he left me because he knew he was in trouble, because he didn’t want to hurt me.

So I don’t need to hear it all again.

He has a little nibble of his lip, right under my nose, and then presses on.

“Do you know I spent the those day and night without you by rewinding every single moment when I’m with you. So I replayed them repeatedly until I was torturing myself, so I came to find you. Then you f**king ran away again. Gosh! I’m hurt as crazy,” He say hurtly.

Of course I ran again. My instincts didn’t fail me. Even if I wasn’t wholly sure of why I should be running, I knew I had to.

“Wei Lin, the night when you told me that you love me, everything became so f**king clear, but at the same time it was a massive blur. I wanted you to love me, but I knew you didn’t really know me. I knew there was stuff that would make you run again, but I also knew that I belonged to you, and it scared me to f**king death to think that once you started unravelling it all, you’d be off again. I couldn’t risk it, not after it took me so long to find you.” His eyes close and he takes a further deep breath of confidence.

“I really took your medicine that night.” He confessed again.

I’m not even shocked. He’s confessed, not only to stealing them, but why he did.

It makes sense to him in his crazy world, and worryingly, it kind of does to me.

His lips press to mine softly.

“I sat there all night and watched you sleeping, and all I thought about was every reason for you not to want me. I knew it was wrong to take them, but I saw it as collateral. That’s how desperate I was.” He speak his truth feeling.

I relax into him, my face falling into his neck.

“So you don’t want a baby? You just want to keep me?” I ask.

He pulls me out of his neck and hits me with his smile, reserved only for me.

“Babe. I want everything in the world with you, baby, and I want it all yesterday.” He says.

Deep down, I think I knew that, too.

“Thank you for the watch.” I say to him.

He smiles and reaches up to drag his finger across my bottom lip.

“You’re more than welcome, wife,” He says gently.

I fall to his lips and lose myself in him.

It’s slow, it’s soft, it’s exquisite. It’s just how it��s supposed to be in this moment.

The familiar sound of whirring and banging wakes me, and knowing where to find him, I take myself down to the gym. When I stand on the other side of the glass door and watch his sweat drenched back flexing and rippling as he pounds the treadmill while watching the sports news on the suspended television.

Opening the door quietly, I wander in and take myself around the front of the machine, sitting my n.a.k.e.d arse on the weights bench in front of him.

He’s running very fast, and when I lean back on my arms, he slams his fist on the slow button, and starts a steady pace down until he’s stopped completely. My sleepy eyes are beside themselves, watching as he grabs a towel and runs it through his hair and over his face.

He’s a mass of pure, solid, shimmering sweatiness. I could eat him all now.

As I’m being watched by him very closely as he bends forward and rests his forearms on the front of the machine.

“Morning.” His eyes run down my front and all the way back up again until he’s back at my eyes.

“Morning yourself. Why are you running in here?” I already know the answer to that question, and if I’m going by the tiny, barely noticeable grin on his face, he knows I know the answer to that question, too.

“I fancied a change.” He inform.

I throw him a questioning look, but don’t bother challenging him on it.

If pregnancy stops him from dragging me out of bed at sunbreak for a trek around Zhongshan, then I’m looking more forward to the next eight months.

“Hmm,I don’t remember when I’m falling asleep.” I tells him.

“You went out like a light last night. And I was happy to have you tucked into my side, so I let you be. You’re sleeping like snow white,” He muses.

At that comment, I yawn and stretch my arms over my head.

“What time is it?” Just as the words leave my lips, I hear the front door open and shut, and then the cheerful calling of Auntie Ling.

If she be in here, then it’s got to be eight in the morning then, and I’m stark bollock n.a.k.e.d! I jump up.

“Hubby, I’m n.a.k.e.d!” I shout at him.

He smirks and steps down from the treadmill.

“Yes, you are. Wifey,” he laughs, walking over to me.

I do a quick scan of the gym, looking for a towel or anything to conceal my n.a.k.e.d form so I can escape upstairs with my dignity still intact. So I laugh to myself as I lost my dignity in the morning if Auntie Ling walked in and see both of us both n.a.k.e.d.

My eyes land on the towel in his hand, and I quickly snatch it from his grasp to flap it out.

“I don’t think that’ll cover you n.a.k.e.d.” he muses smugly.

Yes. He’s right.

It’s little more than a face cloth.

“Help me.” I lift pleading eyes to him and find a soft smile.

“In here.” He opens his arms, and I walk right into them, lifting myself up in my usual chimp-ish manner.

His damp skin is slippery and smells delicious.