Marrying the Billionaire

CHAPTER TWO

I literally saw red, what happened next was out of my control and fuelled by the little wine I’d drunk earlier and the one in my cake. Imagine their expressions when a b***h with a green mask and bunny pyjamas charged at them. I’ll give you a hint, it was priceless.

I snatched that bimbo away from him so violently that I sent her sprawling back out. The strong scent of whiskey hit me once I got closer to him. The saucer I’d even forgotten I was holding found itself flying towards Killian’s head but he skilfully dodged it.

Blondie had left her purse on the floor. I grabbed it and threw it outside at her scared and confused face and banged the door. Remembering something, I quickly opened the door and shouted,

“You better pray I never find you with him again you fake b***h! He’s married to me now and I don’t share!” I banged the door again and walked to Killian, who was still bewildered. I landed a hot slap on his cheek and watched as his eyes filled with fury, becoming so black I felt my bravado slim a bit.

“What the f**k is wrong with you?!”

“Any other night, Killian! Any other night I’ll accept you sleeping with other hoes but not on my wedding night! I don’t care what you think or what you’re going to say, but no b***h is laying a foot in this house to f**k you! Or get f****d by you!” I shook my head, realising I had strayed from the point.

The little bone on his jaw ticked and I knew I’d made a horrible mistake. But my body was in auto mode. Nothing I wanted to do was being obeyed. I watched him storm angrily towards the door but I was one step ahead. I barricaded the way and grabbed onto the door frames. See, he played himself by having his architect build it in this design.

“Move, Skylar.” His voice was dangerously low and it sent shivers through my spine. Hearing him call my name, though, evoked a completely different response, for my body and I had to clench my thighs.

“Move or the deal is off.” I could see him trying to control his rage.

“I’ll simply tell your grandfather.” I challenged him, silently waiting for him to bow his head, tuck in his tail and walk away like the obedient grandson he was. Instead, those eyes that were now so dark and showing no emotion pierced through my very being and I looked down first. I hated giving in, but I had lost this one. I still wasn’t moving from my stand though. “I’m not letting you go with your damsel in distress tonight Killian.” I said with finality in my voice.

As if he’d finally snapped; his hand reached out as if to hit me and my body recoiled out of old habit, he punched the door right above my head and I could feel the reverberations all over. He turned and walked to the stairs, taking them two at a time, and slammed the door shut. My legs still shaking, I locked the door, just in case the bimbo decided to break in, and went to the kitchen to get my cake.

As I took it out of the freezer and saw less than half of it left, I decided to take some to my dearly beloved husband. Did he go into his office or his bedroom? Logic says he’s a workaholic and should be in his office, but he was drunk, so maybe he blacked out on his bed with his tie barely removed and his shoes still on. I chuckled a bit at that thought.

I sliced half of what was left and took it to him hoping he liked the cake and wouldn’t throw it away because I’d go batshit on his ass. I took the stairs slowly, debating whether this was really a good idea. The guy didn’t even like me. Should I wash my face first? No, the cake will melt if I take too long. And I knew for a fact I’d take a lot of time washing this mask off.

I knocked on his bedroom first, since it came before his office. There was no response. I knocked again and pushed the door open, slowly poking my head inside first. It was empty. I got my whole body in and went inside. Maybe he was in the shower? But the door was open and it was also empty. Logic won.

I went down the hall to the last room and knocked twice before I heard a groggy invite in. I opened the door slightly and stepped in.

“I brought some cake for you.” I said slowly with a smile, not sure if there was anything else I was supposed to add. He looked at me suspiciously as if I’d poisoned the cake or something. I placed it right in front of him.

“Is this your idea of a peace offering?” he poked at the cake suspiciously with the fork I handed him. I didn’t know what he wanted to hear, I didn’t even have anything to say at all.

He took the plate and put it aside. For a moment my heart skipped, thinking he would throw it or something of the sort.

“It will melt if you don’t eat it now.”

“Just take it back to the freezer then, I’ll eat it later.”

“I can’t promise you’ll get it.”

He sighed, exasperated, and put his files aside. He was being weirdly compliant. I’d enjoy this side of him while it lasted.

“Will you just stand there and watch me eat it?”

Uuumm, that was the plan originally, but that’s not what I said out loud.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” I started reaching for the door before he called me back.

“Take a seat. Join me.”

Okay, this was getting weird. Did that bimbo drug him maybe? I took the seat on the other side of his desk.

“It’s really good. Who made it?” he asked, as if trying to make light conversation. I loved this but could tomorrow just reach already. This felt like a dream.

“I got bored when I got to the house and there was nothing to do, so I baked the cake.” He nodded his head, then continued eating. I noticed he was eating around the ice cream and that was downright weird.

“Do you have something against ice cream?” I asked him, going straight for the bulls eye feeling insulted on behalf of the ice cream.

“Hmm?” His eyes were getting droopy as he put in another mouthful.

“You don’t have to finish it all, you can eat the rest later”, I took the cake from him and secretly put in a couple mouthfuls, then went back to him struggling to chew and not get a brain freeze. I went over to his desk, arranged everything neatly and left them there so he would find them tomorrow when he left for work.

“I’m going to help you to your room now, okay?” I informed him softly as I went round to his desk to help him up. He must have been really tipsy then because he didn’t respond.

I went over to his chair, pushed it away from his desk, then draped his hand over my shoulder. “Okay now, stand,” it didn’t help that I was also a bit tipsy as I struggled to get him to stand up. “Come on Killian, help me,” I whined as I struggled with no avail to get him to stand. I decided to shake him a bit if he didn’t stand; I’d splash water on his face. He still didn’t wake up.

“Killian, Frank is here!” as if on auto pilot, he immediately stood and opened his eyes up a bit. I took the chance and immediately moved with him, forcing him to walk though I was carrying most of his weight. He was so f*****g heavy!

After a lot of struggling and cussing on my part, we finally got to his room and I dumped him unceremoniously on his bed. I let out a relieved sigh as I stretched my arms and back.

“You better remember all this in the morning and treat me better!” I scolded his sleeping form as I struggled to remove his shoes, tie, shirt and trousers. His body was so defined. I could see the outline of his abs through his vest, I was inwardly drooling as my eyes casually trailed lower to the very very decent bulge he had going on in his boxers. The urge for him to take me was so strong. All I wanted to do was ride him, but I knew I’d be filled with nothing but regret in the morning. Would I really though? I’d be sexually sated and out before he awoke. But I read somewhere that one sobers up faster after s*x, he’d probably throw me out or never want to see me again.

At this point, I was really just arguing with myself. I closed my eyes, swallowed my need, covered him and left. I was too tired to go back to the series. I slowly went down, turned off everything, grabbed my phone and ran all the way back to the room.

Just as I was about to throw myself into my comfy sheets, I remembered I hadn’t washed my face. I groaned out loud as I dragged myself to the bathroom.