Todos los capítulos de Billionaire's Perfect Bride : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I sighed as I watched my phone ring in the open pigeon hole apartment. I was trying to park my car properly in front of Richard's house, my heart heavy. My thoughts all over the place. It was such a strange feeling to want to hope for something with all your heart, yet knowing better.What was that even? Does that have a name? It wasn't hope, but rather a longing for it.I wished I had it in me to so much as hope that my mother was calling me simply because she missed me. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, declining her call for the fifth time, but that didn't deter her. My phone started to ring yet again, and I braced myself when I finally pick up."Mom?" I pressed my thumb against the scanner, and the front door swung open."Elena, I've been calling you for over an hour now." She said thickly, her tone irritated, and a dull ache enveloped my heart.I had an idea on what was about to come."What took you so long?"I put my phone on loudspeaker as

"I don't need you to be anything or anyone else. Not ever. You're my wife, Elena. You. No one else. You don't need to compare yourself to anyone else, and you don't need to measureup to anyone else either — because whether you realize it or not, you've already surpassed every standard anyone has ever set for you. Just because they won't or can't acknowledge it doesn't mean you're anything short of amazing. You're perfect the way you are. And no, I'm not saying that to make you feel better. I'm telling you that because it's true. You have a sense of loyalty so strong that you married me and sacrificed the future you envisioned for yourself. You're fucking beautiful, and you're smart, real smart. How many women do you know that have a full-time writing career and a thriving business? Fuck anyone who can't see your worth, Ponyo. Fuck them all.""Including you?"I blinked in surprise and smirked at her, my cock involuntarily stirring at her words. "Yeah," I whispered, a wicked smile on m

Elena cleared her throat, a blush staining her cheeks as she averted her gaze, flustered. There were hints of insecurity and doubt in her eyes, and I couldn't quite understand why. Was it that difficult for her to feel how fucking hard she made me? It was impossible for her not to realize what kind of effect she had on me. Now, more than ever, I wanted her to know that she was the only one on my mind. I kept thinking of the words that tumbled out of her lips when she was on the phone with her mother, and each time her words reverberated through my mind, my blood fucking boiled. I needed Elena to know that I could barely think straight whenever I looked at her. Thinking of someone else when she was in the vicinity was near impossible, but how could I make her see that? "What are you even doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling. I let go of her and forced my thoughts to calm down. “There's somewhere I want to take you today. Think of it as a surprise of some sort. A little treat

I thrummed my fingers idly on the kitchen counter as I consulted my watch for the umpteenth time with a sigh. I was upset. It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening, and Elena still wasn't home yet. This was the fifth day in a row she was working this late. Sometimes she didn't get back until past midnight. I was worried. This was a new side of her job I hadn't seen before. She was working longer hours than expected. Each day, she woke up as early as four AM in the morning and jogged around the penthouse a few times. She used the gym afterwards, and left home with nothing but a nauseous-looking green liquid. Then she spends the entire day writing and editing her part of the sci-fi romance she had planned with Frederick, then she went to her office afterward and edited her new work-in-progress for several hours.She worked so hard, and barely ate. She didn't get enough rest, either. Her two-hour sleeping time wasn't sustainable, but I had no idea on how to get her to take better care

I moved my hands wider until I had them on the sides of her ass and I continued to massage her glutes, my thumbs pressed against her inner thighs. Elena squirmed a little, shifting just a little, until my thumb brushed over her pussy. She opened her legs just a little, allowing my finger to go deeper, until I was pressing softly against her clit.I paused for one single moment and smiled when she didn't try to pullaway. Slowly, I started to knead her ass, my movements more sensual than therapeutic now. I stole a glance at her face and smirked at the way she was blushing, her eyes pressed closed.My movements were almost imperceptible as I started to drawcircles around her clit while I pretended to massage her hips. Herbreathing turned into soft panting, and I watched as she bit down on her lower lip, no doubt trying her best to keep in her moans.I smirked as I pressed against her clit harder and move my left hand closer, pretending to massage her inner thigh. Her hips moved ever s