The Lotus And The Billionaire

Chapter 4: The Annoying Husband

Warning: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Alvarez really is something else.

He could have told me he wanted me, right? Ah, what an amusing man.

I chuckled as I pushed him away, unfazed. I’m a lot more sober than last night, so it definitely won’t be easy for him to sway me. Although I admit that I almost got carried away, I think I’d have more fun tormenting him like what he did to me.

“Diaz, hey…” he drawled as he tried to catch up with me.

“Hmm?” I hummed in response, completely aware of what I’d done to him.

“You don’t want to?”

I smiled widely. “Who knows?”

Alvarez looked like he was fighting Eros’ unbelievably lustful whispers with the way he looked at my lips. Just like a predator whose prey has been dangling on a branch right in front of him.

I remember the time I called him Asmodeus when we fought while being on the same project. A man so full of lust, jealousy, anger. I figured the name of the demon of lust would suit him, and suddenly, I was reminded of that as he tried to reach for my hand.

“Diaz, come on…” He’s starting to go crazy, I can tell.

Still, he seemed to be doing everything he could to best all the temptations circulating within his mind. I’ve got to commend him for that, but I’d like to see how long he’s going to last. This is how I plan to get back at him after teasing me like that.

I rolled my eyes and nonchalantly strutted across his penthouse, examining its interior. Contemporary interiors again, I see. Alvarez seemed to have fallen in love with these kinds of designs.

What a minimalist. Everything was porcelain white, with massive windows that gave whoever lives here a good view of the city. Oh, it’s definitely going to feel good looking at both the city lights and sky here during the night! I’d love to see it!

But there wasn’t much to see, in all honesty. I mean, there was barely anything besides the furniture and paintings here. Was Alvarez really this lazy, or does he just not like seeing lots of stuff in his place?

The second floor…

I refuse to go there and relive every moment I spent up there.

“Not going upstairs?” Alvarez asked as he sat on the couch.

Oh, not there…

He placed a pillow on top of his lap as he leaned back on the couch, eyes closed. f**k, he looked like that last night, too, except he had my face in between his thighs.

Hell no! Not these unworldly thoughts again!

“What?” he asked, still sporting that scowl on his face. “Are you not going to take a look?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “What’s with you?”

“Nothing.”

Childish. That word may actually suffice to describe his entire personality. Ha! This is why he’s the least bit likable. He sulks like an i***t when he doesn’t get what he wants! What a dunce.

“I’d consider it if you begged,” I told him as I sat beside him, grinning.

He raised a brow as he tilted his head to meet my gaze. “Like how you did last night?”

“And you’re wondering why I said no.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Shut me up, then. Wasn’t that your reason for taking me here?”

I kept going at it just because it seemed fun to see him suffering. It’s just fair, right? Especially with the way he just manipulated everything to make the situation favorable for him. I knew a taste of rejection would do it!

Alvarez looked like he'd had enough of my nonsense, and that’s when I knew he was finally going to fight back! It’s more fun this way, and perhaps if I’m lucky enough, it’ll make my oh-so miserable marriage a little amusing.

“One more word, Diaz. I’m warning you.”

Oh, how thrilling…

I’m not drunk, nor am I high! But for some reason, his words felt truly enticing to me. I thought I should ask my mind if it’s okay for me to do this, but I was starting to lose my rationale as I looked at his flushed face.

“Uh-huh? What will you do?”

Alvarez let out a deep sigh and threw the pillow away, his hands immediately holding my waist in place as he hovered over me. Oh, he sure does not want to let me escape this time around. But to be fair, I wasn’t planning to anyway.

I smiled widely as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “How does it feel to be played?”

“You have a terrible personality…” Alvarez muttered, his voice sultry.

“That’s rich coming from-”

I couldn’t even finish my retort when Alvarez crashed his lips against mine. Our tongues clashed, both fighting for dominance. It felt more like a quarrel, something a lot more intense than our usual bickering. Honestly, it can’t even compare to any interaction we’ve had before!

How is this kiss more heated than last time when I was not even drunk?!

It was as if the two of us were sucked in a whirlpool of lust with the way we grinded against each other’s bodies. Even with all this fabric, I can still feel myself getting wetter with every kiss.

And I lost.

I accidentally let out a whimper when Alvarez bit my lower lip slightly as his mouth began to slide down my jaw. I bared my neck, an act of submission I never thought I’d do in front of him, allowing him to hungrily suck on my skin.

“Don’t…leave a hickey,” I managed to say as I grabbed a handful of his hair.

“Not even one?” he asked, looking at me as his right hand traveled to the hem of my dress. “Please? Just one above your chest.”

“f**k you…” I whispered as I pushed his face onto my skin.

“I’m already doing so,” he replied as he bit and sucked onto my bare skin.

I knew damn well that one hickey might take a week to disappear with the way he sucked! He pulled the sleeves of my dress down to expose my chest, and finally, he twirled his tongue around my n****e and sucked them. I swear I arched my back so hard that I exposed my thighs more!

That triggered something in him, that’s for sure. Because all of a sudden, he aggressively shoved two fingers in my mouth, which I sucked on without hesitation. And then, without further ado, he pulled my panties down and inserted one finger after another.

“Hey…!” I exclaimed as I held onto his shoulders, a series of moans immediately following a single word I let out.

Still busy nibbling on my n*****s while his hands were busy with my mound and my hole. “Hmm?”

“Ngh… Alvarez, f**k…” I muttered as his fingers began to accelerate.

“Sapphire…”

Fuck!

He slowed for a moment, and then he called my name again before moving his fingers faster. I felt him smirk while his kisses went up to my neck again.

“You like it when I call you by your name? Sapphire?”

“Ahh! I’m–!”

“Oh, no,” he whispered as he pulled his fingers out, smiling. I whimpered as I tried to reach for his hands, but he grabbed my wrist and locked my hands on the arm rest. “Not yet.”

“Please…” I begged, but he refused to give me what I wanted. “Argh! Just f**k me, you asshole.”

Alvarez chuckled as he watched me wriggle beneath him. “I said no.”

Annoyed, I forcefully pulled my hands from his hold, leaving him amused. Before he could say anything, I got up and pushed him onto his back like what I had done before. He held onto the sofa’s arm with his right hand as he watched me spread my own legs on top of him.

Even though my hands were trembling, I managed to unbuckle his belt and throw it away so I could pull his pants down. The last thing he and I expected was me pushing my middle and ring finger inside me as I let my pre-c*m drip all the way to his d**k. He was going crazy, almost enough for him to shove my hand away and thrust inside me. But he didn’t, probably because he wanted to watch me perform.

“Diaz, hurry…” he muttered, frustrated as he watched me.

“Shut the f**k up and put a condom on.”

I already did this. I know I can do it again.

Before I could take him in, he held my arms and made me turn around to face the sofa as he stood beside me. His hands held my waist in place as he spread my legs with his right knee.

“Bend over,” he said as he tried to push my right knee onto the sofa.

“Wait-” I shivered when I felt his c**k brush against my ass, making me grind against him. “Hurry… Hngh~!”

I swear I screamed so hard when Alvarez shoved his c**k inside me, his right hand immediately lifting my leg higher to bury himself deeper within me. He was hitting all the spots so well that my screams echoed across his penthouse! No way I’m louder this time!

“Diaz, f**k…” he groaned against my ear, making me shiver.

“Ngh…! f**k, yes! Hngh…” I cried as my grip on the sofa tightened with every thrust, still determined to meet every single one despite almost losing my balance.

“f**k, you’re so hot…” he muttered as he lightly bit my ear. Alvarez was panting so hard, and the way he breathed against my air kept sending shivers down my spine!

I looked back at him and cupped his cheek to make him face me. He was gritting his teeth as he let out low growls every time he buried himself deep within me. s**t, I can clearly see every expression he makes under the bright light!

“Kiss me,” I muttered as I closed my eyes.

He responded by immediately sealing his mouth over mine, muffling both of our moans as our bodies moved together in a rhythm that’s not in any way perfect – perhaps something more of an impromptu debate that resulted in a quarrel as neither of us knew what the topic was about – but something more intense for me.

I pulled away and arched my back when I felt that my release was near, and so did Alvarez. I kept screaming his name as he bit my shoulder, both of us prepared for the orgasm we'd been longing for.

“f**k, Diaz!” he growled as he thrusted faster and faster, destroying me.

He’s too rough!

I let out a most pitiable and incoherent sound as I felt my sweet release, and if it weren’t for Alvarez holding my waist in place, I would have fallen to the ground. And after a few more slow thrusts, he finally had his release as well and the two of us fell to the sofa.

And that’s when I realized that I was the only one who was buck naked. He had his dress shirt and slacks on, except he had his c**k out…which was still hard! Just how horny is this guy?!

“One more?” he asked as he fell on the sofa.

I shot him a confused look. “You can still go?!”

He glanced at my body and nodded. “Don’t judge, please. I was celibate for two years.”

I tried to stand up despite being wobbly and grabbed him by his collar. “Bedroom.”

“That’s my girl…” he whispered before scooping me up and carrying me to the bedroom in a hurry. “You’re probably more convinced about marrying me now.”

I scoffed and pretended to be calm, even though I was getting more intoxicated as I sniffed his perfume. He smells so good, and it’s driving me crazy! He smelled so manly, something like rosewood, somewhat smokey and spicy.

Slowly, my hands worked their way to the buttons of the dress shirt he was wearing to unbutton them. Honestly, I liked doing clothed s*x. I don’t know, I found it hot that his clothes were almost coming undone as he did me!

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“You okay?” he asked as he sat on the bed, slowly leaning on the headboard.

I rolled my eyes at him, making him laugh. “Do I look okay?”

Honestly, I’m still in a daze after everything that happened. Although I had already expected it after Alvarez told my parents that he wanted me to come with him here, I was still surprised that he prioritized s*x over more relevant matters.

I sighed and pulled the blanket up. Right now, we look like f**k buddies that had a rough day and chose to meet up to release some steam. I mean, we did get rid of the tension after all that exercise.

“Hey, what’s your exact reason for doing this?” I asked.

“I want you,” he replied without looking at me.

I’m not buying that bullshit. Sure, it might be one of the factors, but I doubt that’s all there is to it. I mean, I want him and his company as well, so it just makes sense if he thinks the same way as me.

Damn, it’s like we’re trying to leech off one another…

“Stop playing dumb. You know I’m referring to your reason for offering a marriage proposal.”

Alvarez sighed. “I told you already. There’s no specific reason.”

“You just felt like marrying?” I asked, my tone laced with sarcasm. “Seriously, what are you trying to achieve? You gain nothing by getting involved with us at this time.”

“Oh, I do…” he trailed off as he brushed his fingers across my face. “And you don’t have to know what that is.”

With that, Alvarez got dressed and left me in his bedroom. That man literally railed me for hours and thinks he can just leave me unable to walk here without any explanations?! He definitely has a lot to say, but he’s choosing to be quiet at this specific time?! How annoying!

Even though I barely had the energy to even move my limbs, I tried to stand up so I could find him for a little confrontation. Heck, we didn’t even talk about our rules for this relationship!

I was getting ready to lash out at him when I got out of the bedroom, but I halted when I saw him sitting on the stool by the countertop with a laptop in front of him. Oh, he’s wearing his eyeglasses. There were several papers beside his laptop, too.

“Are you…working?” I asked as I stood by the countertop, trying not to peak at the screen of his laptop.

Alvarez looked back at me as he fixed his glasses. “Yeah.”

“Nerd.”

“This nerd railed you–”

“I know! Shut up!” I cut him off as I went to get a glass of water. My throat’s gone dry after all that.

“Calm down, Diaz. I’m just reminding you. I mean, your memories are probably hazy after all that, so it’s okay,” he told me as he continued to stare at the screen.

I placed the glass down to make sure that I wouldn’t accidentally spill the water on him. “Enough with that. I’ve accepted the fact that the wedding will happen, so I think we should talk about it. I’m not coming home without anything to say about the wedding or they’ll suspect that I only fooled around.”

“What’s wrong with fooling around with your husband?”

“Alvarez, you really are annoying! Just listen!”

He placed the paper he was holding on the pile and looked at me, amused. “Wait, you can’t call me by my surname anymore. You’ll be Mrs. Alvarez soon, after all.”

“You can’t call me Diaz in public, either.”

“Alright, baby…” he trailed off as he grinned. “How’s that?”