Chapter 6
1283 Words
It's been six hours since, Leonardo talked about our upcoming marriage this weekend. The thought of it now makes me have deep thoughts.
I never planned on getting married based on a contract, I thought I was going to marry for love.
I stare at the shopping bags on the floor of my room, rolling back and forth on the bed. I finally, roll off the bed and move for the bathroom.
Stepping out of my dress and replacing it with a bathrobe as I pick up my phone from the bed.
"Laura." I mumble as I dial her number which she picks on the fourth ring.
"How thoughtful of you to call your forgotten bestfriend. You never told me you are getting married to your boss." She says with a high pitched voice.
What?! We haven't told anyone about our marriage yet and he isn't my boss or is he? He owns a lot of companies, but not a movie industry?
"I'm sorry, Laura. The marriage was unexpected and... He is not my boss." I say sitting on the edge of the bath tub.
"Apology accepted, but you should have just told me your were dating a billionaire! And Mr. Hottie, is your boss, aren't you aware?" She asks and I groan silently.
Maybe, just maybe I don't know anything about him.
"Brandon is the only Boss we know, he is the big boss." I reply my bestfriend honestly.
"Gabi! Your soon to be husband is your boss's boss and bestfriend, aren't you aware of all this? Don't tell me it's what I am thinking." She says.
"What are you thinking of?"
"Gabi, I trust you to tell me the truth. Are you two together for some reasons? You know all those sexy billionaire novels with the billionaire acting with his subordinate to punish his girlfriend." She says and I find myself laughing a bit.
"Laura, you can't tell this to..."
"Gabi! Have you slept with him yet? Don't tell me you want to die as a virgin! If I were to be in your shoes, oh my goodness! I will be on top of the world. How does it feel to be with a billionaire?" She asks with pure interest.
"I haven't really thought about it yet. To be honest, I don't know what I am doing. Can you check on my dad for me?" I ask and I can picture her nodding, then hitting her head when she remembers it's not a video call.
"Yes of course! Get some good shanking from the billionaire and don't die a virgin! I want to be your chief bride's maid." She gushes as she speaks.
Ending the call, I step out of the bathrobe and walk a bit.
"Damn the soreness I feel." I groan as I remember my awkward way of walking at the mall few hours ago.
I dip myself into the moderately hot water, the feeling helps me relax as I close my eyes. Only opening them when I hear the sound of my room door being shut.
"Ma'am?" A loud, but old voice calls out to me and I open my eyes.
It must be the oldest house keeper.
"Ten minutes!" I shout.
"The boss wants you at the dinning in five minutes." She delivers his message and I groan.
"Okay." I say, stepping out of the relaxing water. I pull a towel from the towel rail and wrap it around my body as I walk back to my room. I apply a swift lotion to my skin as step into a simple free gown.
I sweep my damp hair into a ponytail as I step into my flipflop and walk down the stairs.
I put on a fake smile as I sit opposite him and he clears his throat.
"You need to eat." He says and I move the cutlery to the pancakes in my plate. I cut a small piece and shove it into my mouth.
"The paparazzi will be all over you the moment you step out of here." He starts and I choke on the food.
I hit my chest repeatedly as I move my other hand over the table to pick a glass of water.
"What?!" I ask after gulping down the water and he raises his brows.
I always imagined myself being the headline, but not for this. I wanted it for my career.
"Adapt to your new lifestyle, you are now rich and get prepared. You are going to meet your dad. He will be moved away from that hospital to a VIP hospital." He tells me and I drop the cutlery.
"You should at least keep me updated on things that has to do with me." I say and he frowns.
"Stop being informal with me, do you want to be punished? I know how sore you are right now." He says and I gulp.
"You will punish me? Without...um..."
"f*****g you? Yes, I don't necessarily have to f**k you to punish you. You're so naive." He says and I frown, before masking it with a gloomy face.
"What?!"
"Come with me." He says pulling his chair back.
"What?! Ok.. okay." I reply standing up. The food which is yet to be eaten to half is being cleared off the table immediately.
"All staff dismiss!" He says and I hear footsteps. Everyone running around, until there's no one apart from Mr. Ruthless and I.
I follow behind him as he walks towards his red room.
"Stop staring, you were here this morning." He says and I walk in.
"Mr..." He raises his hand to stop me.
"Sir." I correct myself and sigh.
"You are mine, your damp hair is mine." He says running his hand through my hair, causing the hair band I used in holding it up to fall.
He holds me still, rubbing his hands on my sleeveless skin. Goose bumps following his touch as he places his lips on the nape of my neck. His teeth grazes my skin a bit and I moan.
"Mr... I meant Sir..." I say and that only triggers him more. He moves his hands away from my hair and hand.
"Strip or you want me to help you?" He asks, his tone laced with domination.
"I will do it myself." I say and he steps back to watch me strip.
I step out of the dress and he comes closer to pinch my n****e which hardened due to the cold air.
"You came to the dining without a bra?" He whispers and I lean into him. He turns me in the circle of his hold and kiss me hard. His tongue dominating my mouth as I let him in. His hands are on my exposed butt cheeks and he gives me a slap.
The first hurts, but the second makes me moan against is mouth. He moves his lips from my jaw to my neck, he continues to trail the kisses down my body until he reaches my lace panties.
With one move of his hand, he rips my panties apart and I gasp at the touch oh his fingers on my core.
He rubs his thumb pad on my core and continue like that, till my moans fill the room.
'what is he waiting for? Why isn't he... I don't want his fingers, I want him'
And just when I feel my walls clenching and the feeling I had the last time he let me c*m, he pulls his fingers out. Leaving me empty.
"Get up, I am not touching you again until we are married and you aren't allowed to touch yourself." He says and walk out.
This is hell!
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