All Chapters of Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I woke up in the middle of the night thirsty and came face to face with my husband. He wasn't sleeping, instead he was studying my face as if I was a mystery to him."Sorry, did my creepy stare wake you up?" He asked, stroking my collarbone with his fingers softly. I was acutely aware of my nakedness under the sheets. He exhibited his gloriously naked torso as if it wasn't the most irresistible sight to wake up to in the middle of the night."Were you being creepy again?" I moved to my side to face him and yawned.He moved closer to me and rolled me on top of his body. "No, I was watching my wife while she slept like a baby. It's called admiring.""But it's still creepy to stare at someone while they are sleeping." I folded my arms over his chest, loving the feel of his heartbeats against mine. We had never spent a night in our bed talking before. It was certainly the first."You're annoyingly right about that." He groaned, running his thumb over my dry lips. "Do you have a punishment

As promised Daniel didn't ghost me the next day and to make it even more surprising he was home early. I was incredibly nervous and excited to share my very first dinner at home with my husband like a normal couple. I had even tried to perfect his taste in Italian cuisine and didn't miss any of his favorite dishes. I'd chosen a beautiful white dress and set the table in the backyard, beside the magnificent pool. His eyes lit up when he found me there. "I hope I didn't overdo it?" I tucked a curly strand behind my ear and smiled at him, a little coy. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it at the back of his chair then regarded me with a soft look on his face. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest, placing a lingering kiss on the top of my head. "Did you prepare all this alone?""Yes and no." I unhooked the tie around his neck and pulled it over his head, then opened the top two buttons of his black shirt. He looked both tired and relaxed. "Nathan helped me

Our plane touched down the runway pulling me out of my nap. I was sleeping against my husband's warm side, holding his bicep like my favorite teddy bear. He brushed the wild curls from my face and tilted my chin to give me a soul snatching kiss. I took an hour after that sudden affection from my husband to get through the fuzzy feeling starting in my heart. By the time our limo arrived, I had forgotten everything and behaved like we were a newly married couple visiting Paris for our first honeymoon. To me it almost felt like that. "Do you have a meeting this afternoon?" I asked as our limo started out of the airport and to our family apartments. "Yes, I do have a meeting but I will try to be back for dinner." He ran his knuckles on my cheek then pulled me in for a kiss. "We're going out." "But what am I going to do while you're gone?" I shifted over to his lap and threw my arms around his neck. He smelled so nice, I wanted to lick him up all over. And I did. I ran my tongue over th

I woke up to a dim room, the dark colored shades of the window restricting the afternoon light. The room was empty and so was the other side of the bed. I laid there for a moment, thinking, trying to sort out where Daniel might be. It was his day off from work and he had promised me to take on a tour around the city. If anything, I should be happy but the heaviness in my heart had been too much to bear. It wasn't a secret anymore that my husband had started making a home in my heart. And the most scary part was me not holding myself from feeling for him. What happened to the girl who vowed not to fall for his charms? She might've fallen captive to my husband's addictive touches and his romantic whispers.Daniel made sure to leave his print on me, inside out. We hadn't gotten any sleep. Hardly any. In fact, every time I drifted off, he pulled me back to my senses with him inside of me, sensually fucking again. And if that wasn't enough, his dirty, needy words kept me working up the wh

"More Wine?" I looked up from my plate with a smile. "Getting me drunk, Mr. Rutherford?" His smile lines appeared as he took a sip of his whiskey and shook his head. "No, I like you in all your senses, Mrs. Rutherford." We were in one of the most beautiful restaurants, surrounded with extravagant French food, and dinning at a table by the window. He had persuaded me not to worry about my calories and promised to relieve Marianne from her duties as my handler once we went back home. It was an act solely offered by my husband and he wasn't taking my disapproval or his mother for that matter on it. I look outside to find a few photographers chatting among themselves and taking a shot or two every once in a while. A constant grate on my heart. "Are you not enjoying the food?" Daniel asked, breaking a lobster and bringing the fleshy part to my lips. I let him feed me and distracted myself with the starry sky to stop swooning over him. "As a matter of fact, I am. It's good to be treate