All Chapters of Forever HEAVEN: The Billionaire's Nectar: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aneeka’s povIt happened so fast. All I remember is blood. I apologized. Why can't he forgive me?"Do you take Derek Simon to be your lawfully…"The priest's voice booms, but I don't hear the rest.Why is he asking me? Does he think I have a choice? Of course, I'll say yes.As the priest pronounces us husband and wife, the room erupts into deafening applause. It's the most intimate gathering of strangers I've ever been part of.I can't tell if they're happy for me or for him. I don't know anyone here personally except Anna and Joy. Everyone else is just a face on TV or social media, but they're at my… sorry, our wedding.Derek turns to me, his expression unreadable. He leans in, his voice low enough for only me to hear."Don't you want to kiss me, wife?"Huh? Here? Is he insane?"Aneeka, you may kiss your husband", the priest says.I blink, snapping out of my daze. The room is silent, all eyes on us. Oh crap. Derek and I are supposed to kiss.And the priest’s been waiting... while I’v

Aneeka’s pov"Don't you dare touch me!" I scream at him, my voice echoing in the quiet night. His bodyguards shift uncomfortably, their eyes darting between us, but I don't care. I'm done playing games with him. I'll kill him if he so much as touches one hair on my body.Derek freezes, his hand running through his hair. Why does he have to look so damn sexy, even now?He looks almost… hurt. But I'm not buying it. Not after everything he's done.He steps closer, and I point the gun at him, my hands trembling. Why did I even grab his gun? And why does he own a gun? Ok, he's military or ex military, right but still.He stops, but leans in, his voice low and calm. "Princess, stop this. You've never used a gun before. You're not holding it right too. Please".Princess? Is he out of his mind? After what he just did to me? After what he's been doing for the past month? It's been a whole month of being Mrs. Simons, and I'm seriously considering going back to being Mrs. Smith. At least with D

Aneeka’s povDerek's eyes widen, and for a second, he's quiet. Then he steps closer, his gaze darkening. "You're killing me, princess", he says, his voice low and dangerous.I smile sweetly, leaning in closer and brushing my already hardened nipples against his arm. "Der… so you do want me?", I whisper, my voice trembling with need.Before Derek can say anything, Charlton appears again, wearing his usual smirk. Derek leans in to cover me, his tone sharp. "Charlton, leave. Now".Charlton glares at him but doesn't argue. As soon as he's gone, Derek growls, his hands grabbing my breast, his touch sending shivers through me. "I need you, Layla. I want you", he says, his voice trembling with desperation. "Please".Before I can respond, Derek's lips crash against mine, his kiss fierce and possessive. His hands roam my bare body, his touch burns everywhere it goes. I want to stop him, and make him beg, but I don't have to."Derek Simons, please come on stage", the host announces."Shit. No, I

Derek’s povI stare at her, my mind racing. Say what? "Layla, are you serious? You never… ever?"She looks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself. Damn, woman! That's my job. "I didn't think it was a big deal. I just… I didn't know it could feel like that".Of course you didn't, my favorite nectar. Her first time! "Der", she calls softly."You should have told me. You should have asked me to stop!".Oh fuck, I'm snapping at her again.I should have known! I should have fucking known it was her first time! It's Layla! Why didn't I realize? Of course, that was her first orgasm. Her first orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking ruined it."We shouldn't have, Layla", I say softly, my voice trembling as I raise myself up and run up the stairs. What am I doing? Coward!Fuck. Her first orgasm, and I made her cum her release like she knew exactly what she was doing. I should have been gentle with her. Layla deserved a slow introduction to pleasure. Why did I let her beg for me like that?

Aneeka’s povHe freezes, his head snapping toward me. "What did you say?"I point to the drawer, my voice steady. "I wasn’t sure one would be enough”.His eyes narrow, and for a moment, he looks like he’s about to yell. Instead, he stands slowly, his movements stiff, like he's holding back anger. He walks to the drawer and yanks it open. His shoulders slump, and he lets out a low, pained breath. "Layla… what the hell?"I sit up, cross my legs, and force a grin. "I'm sorry", I say, trying to sound casual. "You…""Fuck, princess", he mutters, pulling one of the dildos from the drawer and gripping it tightly. He's going to break it if he keeps holding it like that."Couldn't you have punished me some other way? Were… were you really going to use it? Them?" His voice shakes.I shrug, avoiding his gaze. "Well, not really".He groans, running a hand over his beautiful face. "What? No, no, no…”Before he can say another word, I walk to him. His breath hitches as I go on tiptoe, pressing my l