Semua Bab My Boss, My Husband: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Lucius' P.O.V.I'd given her the wedding she wanted, fulfilled her every wish, and even gone as far as to give her exclusive rights to my body. Marianne had no reason to complain about me, but I, on the other hand, had plenty of complaints about her—starting with her insistence on not separating from Jenna at this hour of the night.It was 2:00 AM, most of our guests had left the hotel, and I was practically kicking out the last few stragglers. Yet, as I glanced over at the almost empty hall, there was my wife, giggling like a preschooler with her friend."So, where are you going for your honeymoon? And for how long?" Lucia asked, holding a sleeping Levi in her arms. The baby was barefoot and shirtless, down to just his diaper."The Maldives, I think…" I replied absentmindedly, still looking behind me.Marianne was now trying to apply lipstick on Jenna. It was bright red, and she was smearing it all over her friend's face. They were both laughing hysterically, like two little girl

I cursed myself a thousand times over. Women weren't supposed to be a weakness for me—I was supposed to be their weakness. But with Marianne, it was... it was different.Maybe it was because we shared so many similar scars, or because the person responsible for some of them was the same. We had a common enemy: Amelia. That had to be it, right?"When did I ever say you were boring or prudish, huh? I told you to stop crying. I can't have sex with you as you're too drunk," I explained.She swayed a bit, almost as if she was processing what I was saying—that she was really drunk and that I was desperately trying to look anywhere but at her. The erection straining against my pants was killing me, and Satan was probably rubbing his hands together, ready to add another sin to my growing list."Then don't have sex with me, but don't leave me alone. I hate sleeping alone…""Yes, Marianne. I know you don't like sleeping alone. You always tell me that when you're in this state, and the next

"Did you read the itinerary I sent you earlier this week?" I asked, trying to get him to talk."I glanced at it," he responded, disinterested and focused on his phone."What did you think? Did you like it? Have you visited these places before?"He released a heavy sigh and looked at me, clearly annoyed. Then he stood up from his seat."I'm going to the bathroom," he muttered as he walked off.Watching him lock himself in the bathroom again to avoid me only made me feel worse. My mind was blank, desperate for answers only he could give. I set my book aside and headed straight for the bathroom. I wanted to knock on the door, but instead, I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and did something bolder. I yanked the door open and stepped inside. Lucius, who was just unbuckling his belt, looked at me in surprise before impatience took over his face."What are you doing?"I was doing something crazy, I told myself, as I closed the door behind us, locking us both in this fancy but

Lucius’s happiness during our trip to Sri Lanka could probably be studied for its absurd levels. The man who boarded the plane with me was completely different from the one who got off—full of jokes, laughter, and constantly touching me. Of course, it would be silly to complain after all the reckless things we had done in that airplane bathroom.I had to admit, I enjoyed our second time together more than I expected, and I was genuinely enjoying this day. With Lucius constantly touching my back or holding my hand after we arrived in Negombo, I leaned my head on his shoulder in the car that brought us to the hotel. Since he seemed so content, I asked if we could cuddle again because my body was exhausted. We ended up having a good night’s rest once we arrived.But the rest was over as soon as my phone alarm went off in this beautiful hotel room. It was time to explore this corner of the world, full of forests, plains, beaches, wild nature, and Buddhist ruins everywhere. Feeling rechar

I ultimately agreed because I wanted to enjoy those breathtaking views that were worth every moment. Those three days flew by, and now, in just a few hours, it was time to say goodbye and catch our flight to the Maldives.Or at least, that was the plan—if Lucius could stop pounding me like a broken drawer in this bed."If we miss... the flight..." I moaned, overheated and drenched in sweat, "it'll be your fault."My husband, with my legs draped over his shoulders, leaned further toward my mouth, pushing even deeper inside me. We were both drenched in sweat on this hotel bed, the morning light filtering through the windows."You don't sound too worried about missing flights. Sounds like you're enjoying this. Want me to stop?" he teased, still moving."Don't stop! Keep going!" I begged, my breasts bouncing up and down."You're so damned sexy… you drive me crazy," he growled, picking up speed and finding my sweet spot with his fingers.The result was inevitable. I came hard, my bod