Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 316

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.

He walking to the gym door, he opening it and sticks his head out.

“Auntie Ling?” he calls.

“Yes, Feng Feng,.”

“Where are you at now?” He asked.

“In the kitchen. Why?” She aske.

“Nothing, I just asked,” He reply coolly.

With that confirmation, Feng Teng walk out and takes me up to the stairs quickly.

Then I watch over his shoulder as we were going up, then I shut my eyes as I’m praying silently hoping Auntie Ling come get him.

“Your pride all save now my Queen,” He announce.

So I open my eyes. Feeling relief that we reach safely in our master-room with my dignity still intact.

“There.” he places me on my feet and drops a kiss on my forehead.

“What time is it now?” I asked.

“Almost eight,” He inform flatly.

I roll my eyes and point an accusing glare at him.

“What? Why didn’t you wake me?” In flash I run off to the bathroom.

“You having a good dreams, so I don’t have heart to wake you up as you also need enough sleep,” He answer with full of concern for me.

“Not for fifteen hours.” I flip the shower on and step straight into the water, not bothering to wait for it to warm.

Gosh! I need waking up. Then I make quick work of wetting my hair and slapping some shampoo in my palms.

He’s standing on the other side of the glass removing his running shoes.

“You obviously need enough sleep,”he mumbles.

Continue, I rinse my hair, condition, and then slip past him, ignoring more grumbles as he steps in.

It takes me tens minute to dry my hair, apply my make-up and get dressed, and I’m on my way downstairs before him.

“Morning, Auntie Ling,” I take my phone off the charger and slip it in my bag.

“Wow, you look a little brighter Wei Lin.” She dries her hands on the front of her apron and does a little assessment of me.

“This is, much brighter.” She adds.

“Thanks you, I can feel it,” I laugh.

“What would you like for breakfast honey?” She asked.

“Oh, no. I’m very late for work, Auntie Ling. I’ll take away something in my office later,” I throw my bag over my shoulder.

“No. You’ll eat!” Feng Teng stern voice hits me from behind, and I turn to find a scowl fixed to his face as he fastens his tie.

“She’ll have the stick bread.” His suit-clad perfection reaches me and lifts me to a stool.

“With porridge, with no sesame oil,” He seems to consider something for a second.

My eyes widen, and I quickly remove myself from the stool, looking across at his confused housekeeper.

“No, I’m very late. I’ll eat at work.” So I walk out of the kitchen, leaving Feng Teng with his jaw slightly gaping.

“Babe!” His shocked voice reaches me as I slam the penthouse door behind me.

No run. I will eat. And no sesame oil ? Grhhhh….

My contentment was short lived so I stab at the elevator keypad, but it doesn’t open, so I re-stab, getting myself more and more worked up.

“No sesame?” I yell at the row of numbers when the door still doesn’t shift.

“Are you alright my dear wifey?” He asked.

Then I turn around and find my control freak husband with his hands dr.a.p.ed loosely in his trouser pockets, watching me lose my temper with the innocent keypad.

“I can eat the sesame oil!” I yell at him.

“What’s the new code?” I ask.

“Excuse me?” He scowl at me.

“You heard.” I bash the pad with the side of my fist.

“Yes, I heard. But I’m giving you a chance to lower that tone.” He’s completely straight faced and unaffected by my little outburst, while my eyes have just bulged at his insolence.

Giving me a chance to lower what?

So I walk up to him, calm and composed, and reach up on my tiptoes so I’m as near as possible to his nauseatingly splendid face, the one I want to smash in at this particular moment in time.

“Get you arse away!” I breathe on him before stomping off towards the stairwell, praying he hasn’t took the initiative to change the code on this door yet.

He hasn’t so I smile smugly as I push my way through.

I bet twenty floors is going to kill me, but I start tackling them anyway, thanking the stair.

Thanks God, that I’m going down and not going up.

By ten floor, I’ve removed my heels and by floor four, I have to stop and take a breather.

Gosh! I’m hot, sweaty and I feel sick.

“F.u.c.k.i.n.g annoyed!” I grumble, taking a deep breath and carrying on my way.

When I push my way through the fire door and walk straight into that chest, before being pushed back into the stairwell.

Now I don’t even try to battle free from his grasp as I’m got lifted from my feet and held in place against the concrete wall. As I’m damp with sweat and panting heavy, exhausted breaths in his face after pounding the stairs down to the lobby, while his breathing is steady, calm streams of air after taking the luxurious elevators from the top of Deng Tai Residence.

“You’re not getting an apology,” I practically wheeze all over him.

Even through my slightly sick feeling, I’m struggling to fight off his potency. So I’m not yielding to this.

It’s no oil today, but it’ll be something more extreme tomorrow.

His lips form a straight line and his yes narrow.

“Word!’

“No! You are not…”That’s as far as I get before his mouth hits mine, attacking me full force.

And I know exactly what he’s doing, but that doesn’t stop my bag from dropping to the ground and my hands from grappling at his suit covered back.

My legs lift and curl around his waist. This is the Jesse I know and love. I couldn’t be happier. So I m.o.a.n, I yank at his jacket, I pull his hair and bite at his lip.

“Stubborn wifey!” he works up to my ear and bites down, clinking my earing with his teeth. ‘

“Someone’s gagging for it.” He kisses the sensitive void under my lobe, and I shudder from top to toe.

“Shall I make you scream in the stairwell too, my babe?” He sneer up.

Oh good Lord, I want him to have me in the stairwell as well.

“Can?” I muse.

He pulls away, unhooks my legs and lets me slide down the wall to my feet, and then he rearranges his groin area while observing my shocked face under hooded eyes.

“Wifey. I would love to, but I’m got late too,” He prompt intentionly.

“You annoying bastard.” I spit, trying desperately to compose myself.

It’s not good.

Why bother pretending to be unaffected?

As it’ll never work on. I stood and grab my bag before pushing the door open and clinking on my frustrated heels through the lobby.

“Good Morning, Wei Lin,” Mi Ke fresh, happy tone irritates me.

So I just about manage a low grunt as I pass, walking out into the sunshine and putting my sunglasses on, immediately loving the fact that my present isn’t here, but my bug is here.

He’ll have to let me out, and he’d better. So I jump in and start her up, and there’s an immediate tap on my window.

“Yes?” I ask as the glass pane lowers.

“Babe, I’ll take you to work.” It’s that tone, but I couldn’t give a toss.

Then I do the window back up.

“No, thank you.”I reverse out of the space, taking care not to run his feet over, before pulling my phone from my bag and dialling to the building front desk.

“Morning, Mi Ke,” My greeting is a million miles away from the grunt that I’ve just given the old boy.

“Wei Lin?” He ask.

“Yes, sorry to bother you a bit. Could you please open the gates?” I ask.

“Sure, I’ll open it now,” He tells.

“Thank you, Mi Ke,” A smug, private smile breaks the corners of my lips, and I chuck my phone to the passenger’s seat as the gates start to open.

Then I don’t hang around, so I drive straight out of the car park and catching my husband arms waving around above his head before he walk back to the lobby.

After driving up and down the car park bas.e.m.e.nt forever, looking for a space. Then I finally fall through the office doors a whole half an hour late.

Now I’m still slightly sweaty, I’m even more out of breath and my frustration is obvious, especially when I throw my bag across my desk and it takes my pen pot with it, the loud clatter attracting the attention of my work colleagues, who all poke their heads out of the kitchen to see what the commotion is all about.

“Feeling better?” Fu Heng asks, his inquisitive gaze running the length of my clammy form.

“Yes. I am,” I bark, wrenching my bag to the floor and collapsing into my chair.

Then I take a few calming breaths and turn my swivel chair towards the kitchen, finding three sets of raised eyebrows.

“What?” I scowl at them stare.