บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Impostor Wife: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The trip back to the house had been short and eerily quiet. When the car skidded into a stop on the driveway, I clambered out of the car first before Lucas could open the door for me and skittered to the door of the house. Without a backward glance, I made a beeline straight to the stairs then went to my room where I spent the rest of the afternoon all by myself.Lucas was still mad at me. I did him a huge favor and I didn't show myself until lunch time. After lunch however, I immediately returned to my room where I spent the hours hauling the contents of my expansive wardrobe to the bed and separated (as I call it) the decent over the indecent ones.The indecent clothes I reffered to were the slimy, scanty clothes that hid nothing from imagination once worn. That includes the see-through nighties, gowns with plunging necklines and the scandalous crop tops that made shivers run down my spine by just looking at it.After separating the indecent clothes from the rest, I hung them on the

Something soft and warm touched my heart. I feel as though I played the piano a thousand times before. Even with my eyes closed, my fingers moved to the keys with ease, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.My lips opened and an angelic voice I didn't know I possessed, filled the room, enchanting everyone inside of it.You were the Word at the beginning…One with God the Lord Most High… Your hidden glory in creation…Now revealed in You our Christ.What a beautiful Name it is…What a beautiful Name it is…The Name of Jesus Christ my King…My eyes half opened. Slightly raising my head, I found myself staring straight into Lucas. He had this dumbfounded expression on his face.Was he expecting that I would embarrass myself? I just proved him wrong then.My eyes returned to the piano, my hand continued to move tirelessly against the keys while I continued singing with my eyes half closed.The song finally ended, a blissful smile emerged from my lips as the piano sound faded. The silence ru

He's kissing me. My drunk brain slowly processed the thought that it actually took me a full minute to realize what's going on. By the time I did, I was already under a spell and tearing my lips from his seemed next to impossible. My eyes fluttered close when his lips began to move rhythmically against mine, coaxing me to move my lips and join the flow. My will to push him away melted like a candle. All the reasons I still have with me left my body and I began to respond to him hungrily.As though my hands had minds of their own, they freely clung to his neck.His lips moved gently at first, then it grew deeper. His tongue invaded my mouth. Without inhibitions, I opened my lips and fought with his tongue.It feels so wrong and yet so right. I never imagined doing this to any man except to him.Even with my clothes still on, I could feel the strong warmth of his body pressed on my own. Down there I could feel something hard pressing on my thighs. A tiny little shiver ran down my spin

It wasn't the warm morning sunshine peeking through my glass window nor the sound of soft footsteps outside my room cutting through my deep slumber which had woken me up. But the warm and hard object poking my thighs brought my awareness back into reality.With the remnants of sleep I still held to, I wiggled back to dreamland, wishing to continue the dream where I left off. But the 'thing'as I call it still pokes my thighs and it feels as though it had only become larger with my resistance.My sleepy brain couldn't guess what it was and after a few wrong guesses I finally gave up. Returning back to sleep sounds more fun than trying to guess what it really was; however before I can even step a foot into the portal of slumber, warm muscled arms enclose me in a tight embrace.A scream almost tore from my lips in panic and alarm. My eyes snap open to look at the man holding me in his arms.It was Lucas!I should have been swept with relief seeing his face but the sight of his peaceful co

"Even my ass," I bit back glumly and I closed the door in his face. However, before the door can entirely close, Lucas inserted himself in between and forced himself in. He tailed behind me, feeling at home in my room after spending just a night and acting as if he owned the place. He did own it though but my room is my private sanctuary, he has his own."Stop following me," I lashed at him, unable to tolerate his presence anymore after what he did this morning."I'm not following you." He replied. A childish grin playing across his enigmatic features."Yes, you are.""This is my house. I have the right to be here." He responded smugly."But this is my room. You have yours."Lucas nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. " You will be late for work if you don't move now." He told me and found himself a comfortable position on the large Victorian sofa."You are avoiding the topic." I accused him. The irritation in my tone was outright."I'm not." He said. His lack of concern irritated me f