Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Lotus was taken to the yacht’s bedroom by Peter. When Peter pulled down the zipper on her dress, they continued to kiss. The dress soon fell to her feet. Peter examined her half-n***d body, which was naked except for her undergarments. She was still the same as he remembered her. She simply became curvier as a result of the pregnancy. Peter noticed a cut mark on her lower abdomen’s left side. He brushed the mark with his finger.

“Did you have to have a C section?” Peter asked me with concern.

“They were twins, and I didn’t have the physical condition for a normal delivery, so Nat recommended a C section.” Lotus replied truly.

Peter knelt in front of her and kissed her surgical scar. He ran his fingers though out her lower abdomen touching her every pregnancy marks sending down a shiver o her core.

“You look so beautiful with these marks. Thank you for giving birth to our children and I am sorry for not being with you. I promise that I will always be there for you from now on.” Peter said and hugged her. His head rested on her belly.

A lone tear escaped from Lotus’s eye. She always was hard to herself. She never thought about her pain. She thought that giving birth to James and Jenny was her duty and she fulfilled the duty. She thought all her wounds have healed after all this year. But right now she realized there was always a wound which never healed all these years until a moment ago. That wound was loneliness. Monica was there to take care of her, Natasha was there to give her courage but no one ever filled the blank space in her heart. But Peter healed that wound just by a mere touch. Just being with him here was so peaceful.

Peter got up and saw the tear on her cheek. He wiped that tear and hugged her. Lotus hugged him back. Both of them wanted to say a lot of things but none came out.

“Give me the permission to make love to you, will you? Let me fill the emptiness in you.” Peter said while kissing on the crook of her neck. Lotus just nodded and surrendered herself to him.

Lotus’s P. O. V

I’m not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, I felt something heavy on top of me. I looked down at my body and noticed Peter’s hand around my waist. He was sleeping peacefully beside me. I’d never had the opportunity to get this close to him before. James resembled his father in many ways. Peter was sleeping with his hand under his chin, just like Jenny. I smiled at him. How did I miss the fact that he was the father of my children all this time? Maybe my hatred for that incident kept me from considering the possibility of finding their father. I noticed him frowning in his sleep. Was he having a nightmare? When I touched his face, he immediately relaxed. I took his hand away from my waist slowly, not wanting to wake him. When I removed the sheet from over my torso, I realized I was naked. I looked around the room and noticed his white shirt on the bed’s edge. I took his shirt and draped it over myself. I needed to pee, so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. But I hissed when a sharp pain shot through the center of my legs. I was sore from all of the previous activities. He made love to me as he had promised, and he did so several times. I walked slowly to the restroom. I exited the bathroom wearing a bathrobe after taking a quick hot shower and finishing my work. Peter was still fast asleep. I went to my closet to look for something to wear. Perhaps he had something for us. I discovered some new bikinis as well as a net robe. I put on my bikini and cover up with my net robe. Then I exited the room. When I came out, I realized we had spent hours in that room because it was already dark outside. There was no other light around us besides the yacht’s lights. I entered the room to retrieve my phone. I need to call Monica and see how the kids are doing. I went to the deck after I got the phone. I unlocked my phone. It was already past seven o’clock in the evening. I dialed Monica’s number. She answered the phone as if she was expecting my call.

“How is everything going down there?” Monica asked me first. I blushed at her words.

“Everything is fine. Peter gave me a yacht. We are currently on the sea. We may not return until the morning. How are the kids doing? Did they eat dinner?” I asked her all the question in one go and she started laughing.

“Don’t be concerned about the kids. They are good and happy for their parents. They had just finished their meal. They are now playing with Tom and Stanley.” She said. Which earned a frown from me.

“What are they doing there at this hour? They should have gone home by now.” I asked cause it is beyond their duty hour.

“Peter asked them to assist me with the kids until you two returned from your brief honeymoon.” She said while giving emphasis on the word honeymoon.

“We’re just having a trip. This isn’t your typical honeymoon. Stop thinking bad thoughts, old lady.” I fake scolded her and she started laughing. I groaned in embarrassment.

“Okay, young lady, have a good time with your husband. Give him a special treat.” She said between her laughter making me crimson red.

I hung up the phone and looked out at the vast sea in front of me. The water’s color changed to black, just like the sky. There is no noise from the car or the crowd. It was eerily quiet here. Because of the cold wind from the sea, I was feeling chilly. From behind, someone wrapped a shawl around my shoulders. I jumped in terror and turned around to look behind me. and noticed my husband standing there in a t-shirt and a basketball shorts.

“You frightened the hell out of me.” I scolded him with knitting brows and wrapped the shawl in my body to warm it.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. I didn’t want to frighten you. I noticed you rubbing your arms and assumed you were cold.” He explained his action like a schoolboy who has been scolded by his teacher, which made me chuckle.

“It’s fine, and thank you for the shawl. It’s extremely cold outside.” I said looking back at the sea.

“You know you can always use your hot husband to warm your body,” Peter says giving emphasis on the word Husband’s body. I blushed from his word.

“Stop talking nonsense Peter.” I whined and he laughed. Why is everyone laughing at me today?

“All right, did you talk to the kids?” He asked after laughing with a concerned voice.

“I didn’t talk to them. I had a conversation with Monica. The kids were having a good time with Tom and Stan.” I replied still not looking at him.

“Let’s go inside. It’s starting to get cold here.” He said while rubbing my arms. Electricity forms where ever he touched in my body. It became too responsive for him.

“No, I’d like to stay here for a while. You are free to go if you so desire.” I said looking at the sky.

“If you want to stay, I’ll stay as well. As I previously stated, I will always be by your side.” He said and came near to me.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I took a look up at the sky. The sky was clouded over. There were very few stars visible. Peter hugged me from behind as I was trying to remember the names of the stars. I tried to pry his hands away from my waist, but he was obstinate.

“Anyone who sees us in this position will think we’re performing the Titanic scene.” I told him to make him release me but he is a stubborn man.

“Allow them to think whatever they want. I don’t care what other people think.” He replied resting his chin on my shoulder. I felt a tingling sensation.

“I wish the moon was visible in the sky. I’ve always wanted to dine on a yacht under the stars.” I said to avoid the sensation.

A large round moon appears from behind the clouds, as if someone just heard my wish. I began to jump with glee.

“Who will say you have two children?” Peter mocked looking at my childish behavior.

Peter granted my wish to have dinner under the stars. We ate our meals on the deck. Then we both sat outside in the moonlight until midnight. Then we went to our respective rooms and fell asleep in each other’s arms. The sun was already shining on top of us when I awoke. I sat up and rubbed my eyes to make them less sleepy. I looked around, but Peter wasn’t there. I got out of bed and put on one of his t-shirts. After that, I went outside. I noticed Peter and the captain fishing on the deck. It was a beautiful day. I looked around and saw that we were getting close to the shore. Peter came to me when he saw me.

“I have a dress in my bag for you. Go ahead and put that on. We’ll be in the country in no time.” He said planting a kiss on my head.

“How come you’re catching fish now?” I asked him confused.

“We’ll bring them home and cook a barbecue for James and Jenny. I’ve heard they enjoy fish barbecue.” He replied and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear from my face.

“They absolutely love it. But how did you find out about it?” I asked him quizzically.

“I know everything about them because they are my blood.” He replied pinching my nose and I groaned.

I went inside to look for a yellow sundress. I changed into it quickly. Peter soon arrived with our breakfast. In our room, we ate together. We were back on the land after a few minutes. After saying our goodbyes to the captain, Peter took my hand and we exited the yacht. In the dock we saw Tom was waiting for us. As soon as he saw us he came forward and took the bag with fishes from Peter.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Robinson.”He wished us making me off guard. This is the first time someone addressing as Mrs. Robinson.

“Good morning Tom.” I replied to him while Peter just nod. He always acts cold in front of the world. I shook my head to stop thinking about him. Tom opened the car door for us. I got inside first then Peter slid in. Tom got inside the driver’s seat and started the car.

“How are the kids? Had they troubled you a lot?” I asked Tom. Knowing my children they can be very stubborn sometimes just like their father. This isn’t the first time I stayed away from them. I used to go in business trips for one day or two before. So I knew they were kind of used to it.

“No madam they didn’t trouble us at all. They are so sweet. Sometimes a little stubborn about certain things but I am used to it. You know what I meant.” He said while looking at me through the rear mirror. And I chuckled at his remark.

“Why are you laughing?” Peter asked me with a frown.

“Nothing I just remember from where my kids inherited the stubbornness.” I said to him still laughing looking at his pissed face. Soon we reached at our destination.