Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 320

Feng Teng take me to some room and smiling sweetly at me before make our way up the stairs until we’re walking down the corridor to the extension.

He opens the door to the very last room, the one I fled from after seeing the nightmare. To be honest, I don’t particularly like this room, but as I’m pushed through and the whole area comes into view, I gasp.

It’s no longer an empty shell of raw plaster and a rough wooden floor. It’s now a palatial space, garnished in sumptuous materials, all in black and gold. I gingerly wander in, gazing around, drinking in the stunning space.

The huge bed that I sketched has come to life and is flowering the room, dressed in pale gold satin with huge, black lace calla lilies embroidered across the material.

The windows are adorned with heavy gold dr.a.p.es of the same material, and the floor is soft and squidgy under my heels.

Then I look down and find I’m standing on a gigantic plush rug, so thick that I can’t see the tops of my feet. I trail my eyes across the walls, finding the paper I picked on one wall and the three remaining walls painted in a dull gold to match the bedding and curtains.

It’s almost an exact replica of my rough drawing.

Then I turn to him.

“You did this? I ask.

He shuts the door quietly.

” Hm, I gave someone your drawing and told them to create it. Is it similar? He asked back.

“Yes, when did you got this?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter when. What matters is if you like it or not?” He’s trying to gage my reaction, looking a little cautious and maybe even a little nervous, too.

I smile at him with full of love and appreciation.

“Yes. It’s perfect. I love it hubby,” I said.

He was nervous because he has just visibly relaxed.

“It’s ours now,” He told.

My eyes widen a little.

“Ours?”

What does he mean by that?

Does he want us to live here?

No! I’m not living here.

He must catch the worry on my face because he smiles mildly.

“No one has ever been in this room and no one ever will be. This is our room. If I’m working and you’re with me, maybe you’ll want a sleep or some rest.” He says.

“You mean when I have swollen ankles or exhaustion from carrying too much weight?’ I’m suddenly contemplating the awful thought that we’re having a baby, we are starting a family, and The Mansion will be a huge feature and presence in our lives. My baby’s daddy was the MAFIA Boss. Once I have this baby, I’ll never want to bring it here, and with him working doing his execution or whatever it is as I’ll be hardly see him. He’ll hardly see us too. This terrifying, unsure feelings are still lying dormant, and with this sudden realisation, they are threatening to rear their ugly head and send me back a few paces. He was the only heir of the Feng Household. And he will never be able to leave his duty and responsible here.

“I mean, if we need it, it will be here.” he says quietly.

NO. I don’t want to need it.

If we were never here, then we wouldn’t need it. I don’t say that, though. He’s gone to all of this trouble for me, so instead, I break my eyes away from his thoughtful eyes and cast them around the pale gold walls.

There’s no wall art, no pictures or decorative pieces.

Except the cross.

My eyes remained fixed on the giant, dark wooden crucifix, and I notice at each end of the horizontal piece of wood spanning two thirds of the way up, there are manacles, shiny, gold, intricately carved pieces of mental bolted to the far edges to hold something in place.

To hold a person in place.

I slowly turn my eyes back to him and find his are still on me, watching carefully, assessing my reaction to the piece of art.

“Why is that in here?” I ask quietly.

“Because I had it put in here,” He’s just as quiet, and his hands are dr.a.p.ed loosely in his pockets, his legs slightly spread.

“Why?”

“I think it might… help you,” His eyes are smoking out, his lip being chewed.

Help? With what?

Feng Teng is just standing there with rapt intention written all over that heart-stopping face, and it’s playing havoc with my vital signs.

“What do I need help with?” My voice is a husky murmur, full of want and longing.

All of those vital signs escalate further when he slowly starts walking towards me.

“You want it hard.” he says quietly.

“And I’m not very comfortable with that when you’re carrying my baby.” He removes his pants and socks, then slides his jacket off his shoulders and dr.a.p.es it on the bed.

“So I thought carefully and came up with the compromise love,” He say.

My exhale falters in my throat and for some reason unknown to me, I step back. So I don’t know why, I trust him, but I’m a little shocked by his obvious intention.

“I don’t understand.”

He reaches up and pulls at his tie before slowly unfastening his shirt buttons.

“You will now.” He leaves his shirt draping open, teasing my eyes with only a sliver of his flesh, and walks across the room, opening a cupboard door and fiddling with something.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #.billionaire_14204734505632605/chapter-320-our_50668342129773954 for visiting.

Then the whole room is swamped with a slow building hum of spiritual, tingle provoking music.

I go rigid.

“What is this?” I ask as he walks slowly back towards me, reaching my body and breathing down on me.

“This is invitation,” he says gently.

“Appropriate right? Don’t you think so?” He say seducely.

Gosh! I couldn’t agree more, but my mouth refuses to speak and tell him so.

“It doesn’t always have to be hard, wifey. And now I hold the power, no matter how I take you love,” He pushes me back gently until I’m positioned in front of the cross.

“It’s not the hard you love, anyway. It’s me taking you so unapologetically.” His voice is low and sure.

It should be.

He’s totally right.

It’s the power he has over me, not just the power of his body. Now forever of my life he hold it.

To be continue…in book “Shades President Feng Baby.”