Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Red: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

There was a moment of silence and although Aziel’s expression gave nothing about his opposition, his silence was loud enough. “I-I mean five days?” I stuttered a bit silently hoping he wouldn’t oppose it again. I waited, waited for him to say yes and that we could stay on the island for five days but after a few moments I realized that that time may never come. I didn’t have to hear him say him out loud before knowing that he thought five days was too much for our honeymoon. Tch, didn’t he just say I could stay for as long as I wanted? Perhaps he meant in hours of the day and not days. But, isn’t your honeymoon supposed to be at least a week long? Did it matter if the marriage wasn’t real or not? Shouldn’t he use this opportunity to take as much time as needed away from work? So much for saying I didn’t have to worry about him returning to the office. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and just nodded instead. Pretending like his silent refusal hadn’t hurt a bit. “Um…I think I

Someone was in my room, I could feel their eyes on me. I should open my eyes and see who it is watching me but I couldn’t, I was too lazy to. The bed sunk under their weight as they took a sit next to me. Their body heat engulfed me as they moved closer to me. I know that scent. I’ve perceived that cologne on someone before but somehow I couldn’t put a face to the one who uses the cologne. I couldn’t remember where I’d perceived that cologne before. Suddenly I felt cold hands around my neck and before I could even process what was going on, they started to squeeze. The hands squeezed so hard that it became difficult for me to breathe. I scratched, pull, and struggled to get the hands off me but I couldn’t. “Die, die!” A masculine voice said as they squeezed even harder. I know that voice, I know whose voice it was. “Dylan, please.” I tried to say but I couldn’t get any words out, I was suffocating. I scratched at the hands around my neck and kicked my legs just so I would be able

“I think there’s a Macdonald’s around this area that opens 24 hours, would you like to have that or would you want something else?” Aziel asked, breaking the silence in the car for the first time since we left the hospital. I nodded before staring out the window again. The truth was I wasn’t hungry, I didn’t have the appetite, not after seeing Dylan again. I’d always wondered what my reaction would be if I saw him again, what his reaction would be when he saw me again. I don’t know why I had thought he was going to wail in regret and fall to his knees, telling me how sorry he was and how much he misses me. I guess that was just me being delusional yet again. I took in a deep breath, replaying that moment with him at the hospital over and over again. I couldn’t help but wonder who the girl that came with him was. I’d never seen her before and I know she wasn’t my replacement. Amelia would never allow Dylan to take a maid to the hospital and besides the clothes she wore looked too exp

“It’s not as easy as you think, A.” I said into my phone speaker as I picked at the loose thread on my skirt. “You forgot that Aziel and I aren’t like other couples.” Yes, I was speaking to Alex on the phone and yes we were talking about my situation. It’s been five days since I had that dream about Aziel and I’d been thinking that as time went by, I would forget about it and perhaps my horniness would subside but well I was wrong because nothing changed. I could almost say it had gotten worse ‘cause I thought about sex now way more than I ever did before. Alex had said something about how it was perfectly normal for a pregnant woman to be constantly thinking about sex and wanting it. She said it was my hormones working and honestly I wish they would just shut off and stop making me feel like a horny dog. The thing is, it wasn’t even about Aziel now. I just wanted to have sex, a crazy one to get rid of the frustration I was starting to feel. I just needed a man to do the job. I do

“I’m home.” I heard Aziel’s voice say from the living room. He was late as the time was around past seven. “Kitchen.” I shouted and not even a minute later, I noticed his presence in the kitchen. I was by the kitchen island chopping some vegetables when he came in so my back was to him. “What are you doing?” He asked even though he already knew what I was going. “Cooking,” I replied anyway. I walked over to the stove and poured the chopped vegetables into a hot pot containing some oil. “And why are you doing that? I told you not to do anything to stress yourself.” He complained. “And I’m not. Do I look stressed to you?” I asked as I stirred the vegetables in the pot under low heat. “Red, I told you to tell me if you wanted anything. That’s why I hired a cook and those maids. Why do you feel the need to do their job when they’re getting paid for it already.” It’s been two weeks since Aziel had hired two maids to help clean the house and a chef even though I had told him we didn’