BETROTHED TO THE BILLIONAIRE

Valerie’s POV

My chest feels like exploding as he slams his lips onto mine again, kissing me fiercely with his hands grabbing my hair firmly.

He continues to seek entrance until I can no longer hold it in and stick my teeth together. The moment I open up, he kisses the insides of my mouth, then he begins to trace the outline and his hands make their way to my bosom.

When he bites me solely at the edge of my lips, I realize what we are doing.

It is frustrating how I get to ask myself a lot of questions yet I am unable to find any answers to the questions.

Then the next minute, the question will manifest. Something related to the question will happen.

Ryan has never looked serious the way he looks right now. Everything about his expression says that he meant what he said but I still can’t believe he is kissing me again for the second time in a day.

Quickly, I push him away breathing heavily. “What are you doing?!” I yell, trying so hard to control the racing of my heart.

A few minutes ago, he told me he kissed me because my mother was coming. What excuse does he have for this now?

I can’t see regret flashing across his expression. He is watching me intently with his pursed lips.

He places a hand on his waist and another on his lips. “When I asked you to become my sex partner during our last date, I didn’t mean to say that but I guess it came out right”, he mumbles under his breath, making it hard for me to hear him.

Straining my ears, I lean forward.

“What do you mean?” I ask with curiosity.

I remember when he asked me that silly question but then he said he was just pulling my legs.

Is he doing the same thing now?

He does not reply. He continues to peer at me, making me feel stupid for coming out with him tonight.

What does he take me for?

Suddenly, a butterfly perches on my hand and I gasp, shifting my attention from Ryan to the beautiful butterfly and raising my hand slowly so it won’t run off again.

It stays still, making me forget what just happened with Ryan but when I try to touch it, it flies away.

A satisfying smile is on my face as I watch it move from one end of the string to another.

Strong pairs of arms encircle my waist and I turn to meet Ryan’s intense gaze, making me conscious of how I look for the very first time since we have been married to each other.

“I meant what I said, Valerie. I didn’t kiss you because your mother was coming. I didn’t even know she was coming.” He confesses to my surprise.

I am right. He didn’t see her coming. Then why did he kiss me then? What for?

“I kissed you because I want you”, he announce, shocking the living hell out of me. My jaw drops in utter disbelief and I move away from his hold. “I will ask you one more time, Val. Will you be my sex partner?”

He drops another bombshell and a loud gasp escapes my mouth as I stumble backward in shock.

He grabs my hand so I won’t fall and pulls me closer.

Unable to push him away, I ask. “You are joking, right?”

I expect him to burst into uncontrollable laughter and tell me this is all a joke and there is no way in the world he would fall for a woman like me.

Instead, he shakes his head and responds. “No, I am not.”

I scoff, then disengage from his hold. Tapping my chest, I demand. “You want me?”

“Yes”, he asserts firmly with confidence which makes me more confused.

I don’t know what meaning to give to this. My husband kissed me because he wants me to become his sex partner. After that, what will happen? What about the contract? Isn’t he tired of living with me already? When did this attraction start? How come I never noticed a thing?

“You don’t need to give me a reply now, you can think about it”, he takes a hold of my hand but I yank my hand away.

“There is absolutely nothing to think about, Ryan. It’s a no.” I confirm without giving it any thought.

There is nothing to think about really. How can he be attracted to me? This marriage is a contracted one, simply because he hated my guts and can’t wait to get rid of me, and now he wants me to have sex with him?

Unbelievable!

Is this because he wants the pregnancy to be real? Is this it? Is he back to being selfish? He doesn’t care about what I think or feel before making a decision.

We have a lot on our desks. How do we come up with solutions to the suspected thrift between our parents?

“You won’t think about it?” He questions with a soft voice and I nod my head with folded arms.

“No. I am not interested.”

He remains silent, his head lowered before he looks up again and nods.

“You said you wanted a sex partner and I gave you permission to go out and look for one. Why does it have to be me?” I can’t help the guilt I feel the moment he locks eyes with me.

“Because you are my wife”, he answers and I snarl in disbelief.

He wants to have sex with me because I am his wife?

“I think you have forgotten that this thing between us isn’t real? Have you lost it?”

“No.”

No? No to what?

I wave it away and begin to crack my head for something else to say as an excuse not to accept this offer. The highest I can do for him is to continue faking this pregnancy but I will never have sex with him.

I have done enough for him already.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“For your information, I can’t just have sex with anyone. I can only have sex with someone I love….”

“You loved Fred yet you never had sex with him?” He cuts me short and my mouth drops open in shock.