Semua Bab Seducing My Own Billionaire Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I looked around, finding his bedroom just as manly as his office. Simple, but filled with things that cost more than everything my family had in our bank accounts combined."I'm sorry about that," he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes following me as I walked around, letting me check his stuff and sniff around."About what?""Mom," he cleared his throat. "She usually just… likes making everyone uncomfortable around her."I chuckled and shook my head.I stopped by the bookshelf and scanned the books that looked well cared for, almost too cared for, as if none of them were actually touched."I like Aunt Liz. She's cool," I said, pulling out a thick book about business."Then you have a different definition of that word," he grunted, letting his back fall onto the mattress. He sprawled across the bed just as he owned every inch of it.Arms spread wide. Knees apart. Legs dangling lazily off the edge.I swallowed hard at the view he was offering and forced myself to look aw

Three days ago, Jack brought me to a place where his past happened, shared little stories with me, and… well, shared a bit of embarrassment too. But there was one thing that changed my usual boring, worthless days… A date with my husband. And the thing is, it doesn’t end with just one. "Sleeping beauty’s awake," Jack uttered, stepping out of the bathroom with a black towel wrapped low on his waist, showing off how well-defined his masculinity is. He rubbed the towel over his hair, making his biceps flex with every movement. His pink nipples… Oh almighty heavens, I must’ve enjoyed myself too much last night because they were still taut from how I sucked and nibbled them. I swallowed hard as my gaze lowered to his abdomen. Those abs were practically tattooed there… and that sexy V-line teased the path down to his center, where the thing that drives me insane was asleep. "You're looking at me like you're asking for another round," he chuckled, walking to the windows and open

My mouth was filled with his release. I knew he was horny, but I didn’t expect him to choke me with his cum.But none of that really concerned me, because someone just broke the door.Jack groaned—half in pleasure, half in annoyance, shoving me under his table.“Jack!” Nolan’s voice boomed through the entire building.“What the fuck— Dad!” Jack exclaimed, trying to pull up his pants in a panic and pretend he had his life together.I crouched under the table, watching his cock still spurting semen, staining his shirt and pants.“Don’t you know how to knock?” he panted, discreetly handing me his handkerchief.I grabbed it, spit out his cum, and tried not to die from embarrassment.We were absolutely caught doing something unholy. And out of all people, it had to be his stern father.“What are you doing?” Nolan demanded.Through the gap under the desk, I saw him walk closer.And he wasn’t alone.I recognized Finn from the lanky silhouette standing behind him. The other guy was probably N

"Dad said there was a problem in one of the branches in Philly," Jack grunted as he sat on the edge of the bed, lazily taking off his shoes and socks.I had already showered, and he was still on his phone. Probably making more promises to Anna while he thought I wasn’t looking."I'm going to take a visit there tomorrow. The earlier I leave, the sooner I get home."What an excuse.I’ve heard plenty of those before, and I always let them slide because I trusted him—that he wouldn’t do something like this to me.I thought Jack would know better than to cheat on me. But I guess he just couldn’t stop himself.He was a liar.His promises meant nothing. And when he said he didn’t love… maybe he wasn’t talking about me. But Anna? She meant everything to him."Is it okay if we postpone our date tomorrow? Push it to the weekend?" he asked, loosening his tie and beginning to unbutton his shirt."I don’t mind," I replied, too tired to confront him, too hurt to say anything.I stood by the mirror,

I clutched my belly, still not over Arthur’s story. Even he was turning red from laughing.“That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Like hell. Ever since then, I always have my slacks and pants double-stitched,” he added, chuckling as he took a deep breath.I waved my hand in the air, chasing for air myself. “Better make sure you don’t rip those pants again than make a double take of that shame,” I said, reaching for my wine glass.He grinned. “Man, I haven’t laughed like that in years,” he sighed.“It’s the salad,” I said, pointing at the empty bowl in front of him.“Yeah, good thing it wasn’t shrimp,” he grunted, pulling on his jacket. “You know, this is actually the first time I’ve had dinner with someone in the past… I don’t know, four years? The last one was with my sister before she got married.”“Why? Don’t you go on dates?” I asked, doubtful.He shook his head, grabbing the napkin and wiping the corners of his mouth. “I don’t do dates.”“Figures,” I muttered, and he