Stalker Husband - Chapter 11：DIANA

Desmond’s warm greeting is a surprise to me. I don’t expect this kind of treatment. He helps me with the luggage before he leads the way into the villa. The house is grandiose just like a typical home for the billionaires. I should really be happy because I’m marrying a person who’ll ensure I won’t starve to death.

However, although my financial status might be secured, my heart doesnt feel the same security at all. Ugh! Not to mention my sex life. After experiencing such intense night with my mysterious lover, all of my fantasies pale in comparison. Even though I’m drunk and only did it with him for three times, I still feel like his performance is topnotch.

I wonder if Lucio won’t have any problem in bed even with his old age? I learn from his lawyer that he’s nearing sixty. Will he still want to sleep with me? Will I’ll be ok with it? I wonder if he demands divorce if I refuse him. I think that’ll be a good thing though. But he’ll definitely demands payment of the money my uncle lost from his casino.

My sadness turns into dread at that thought. Jesus! I’m ok not having any sex at all. I don’t want to be the reason the old man dies from massive heart attack for forcing his genitals to get hard just to give me pleasure. After all, I’m also his personal nurse, so his health comes in priority to me. I just have to explain to him that it’s nearly impossible for him to enjoy sex with his age and condition.

A middle aged man waits at the open doorway, obviously a butler. Just like the man that’s carrying my luggage, the butler greets me warmly. He tells me his name is Julius and welcomes me inside the massive living room. I feel like a kid during Christmas as I scan the spacious place. Wow! I wonder how many people are needed to clean this place up.

“The master bedroom is on second floor, miss Diana. Please follow Desmond to find it.” The butler bows slightly before he turns and disappears at the corner.

I’m amused at the genuine warmth they’re showing me. I’m actually expecting cold treatment once I arrive in the villa. After all, I’ll be marrying an old, sick billionaire. For a typical household, I’ll be seen as a gold digging bitch. But then again, I’m reminded of the real situation why I’m getting married to Lucio Damari.

I’m just a collateral to my uncle’s unfortunate gambling spree. I sigh and follow Desmond, climbing the curved, massive staircase. I don’t know why but I feel a familiar warmth towards this man although I’m sure I just met him today. Hmm, these people are really trained quite good about hospitality.

To be honest, I’m really actually nervous with this marriage. I’m just denying it, playing like a zombie and trying not to focus on the what ifs that’s popping in my head. Desmond halts in front of a double paneled door, reaches for the knob and opens it for me.

“After you, Miss Diana.”

“Thank you, Desmond.” I smile up at him and step inside the enormous bedroom. “Whoa!”

The bedroom is breathtaking. I can’t explain the vibe I feel inside. It’s like I’m a kid again. The wallpaper is of bamboos while the carpet is maroon. But everything in the room are a perfect blend of baby pink and red. It’s both a little girly and adult. It feels like I’m both a princess and a queen.

I circle around the place, biting my lip so as to prevent my drool from coming out of my mouth. The glass door towards the veranda is open and soft mountain breeze ripples the delicate white curtain, making me suddenly think of a lazy Sunday after a night of intense sex. My face burns that I have to cover my cheeks with my hands. Where are my thoughts going?

“May I presume you like your accommodation, Miss Diana?” Desmond asks with fondness in his voice.

“What do you mean like? I love it!” I beam up at him, almost wanting to embrace him in my excitement.

As if the man can read my thoughts, he suddenly steps back and bows down before me. “I am glad, Miss Diana. Then let me call for someone to help you unpack so you can take your rest afterwards.”

“Oh, no need, Desmond.” I wave my hand dismissively. “I only have few things anyway. I can unpack all by myself.”

“Then, I’ll be taking my leave now. Mr. Damari will be at ease now that you’re home, Miss Diana. Hes been excited for so long to be with you.”

I flinch but quickly hide it with a smile as I scratch my head. Really? Lucio has been waiting for me all this time? That sounds really creepy. I’m bothered by it as I send Desmond to the door and lock it behind him. Better to be safe or that old man might come barging inside. I haven’t really seen Lucio personally so I’m not sure if he really is still capable of having sex.

I scrunch my nose. When have I started thinking of random sexual things? Hah! Yeah, right! After I encountered that mysterious lover. He sure successfully defiled both my mind and body. How dirty! Hmm, but so sexy!