All Chapters of Wild Billionaire Romance: Possessive Billionaires, Dangerous Desire, and Forbidden Love: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“So, how’s married life?”I looked up from the dough I’d been kneading and met three pairs of curious and amused eyes.Thanksgiving was one week away, and Sofia had invited everyone over to test out some recipes for the holiday festivities.She was hosting. And we were all invited.“Um, good,” I replied.Honestly, it was good. Andres was like the perfect man.He was attentive. Yet he gave me space. He was wonderful with Sammy. And at night, he loved me with a fervor I’d never experienced.But I felt something lacking between us.It was stupid.I was being stupid.I mean, we weren’t a love match. But there was something about his demeanor that made me wish we were.Christ, I was losing it.I couldn’t help it. Maybe it was all the romance books I read.“Just good?” Meredith teased.“It’s fine. I mean, you guys know why we married⁠—”“Don’t even try it. I’ve seen the looks he gives you,” Destiny said, pursing her lips.“Don’t forget salt,” I told her, watching as she added

Stupid dumb lying liar.Lies of omission were still lies.I hated feeling like this.Angry and uncertain. And just plain hurt.Gary cheated on me, but I never cared. In fact, I was grateful when he had other women. It meant he’d leave me alone.Not that he ever bothered me much for sex.Sure, my ego had taken a beating, but I simply assumed it was due to our age difference or preferences in the bedroom. Whatever it was, I never missed sex with Gary.But I would with Andres.Goddamn him. Please don’t lie to me.Andres promised we wouldn’t have that. He said no lies, no cheating. But this sure felt like a breach of promise to me.Strange women calling my house to speak with my husband twice in a matter of hours?Yeah. That was a big fucking no-no, too.Andres stood there, looking deliciously rumpled from his day at work, and I wanted to dump the bowl of salad I’d just put together right over his big, dumb head.He’d removed his jacket, loosened his tie, and the top four butt

Leaving my horrible marriage and the relative security of Gary’s home was a rude, rough awakening for me. Moving into St. E’s, while much appreciated, was a lot different from the places I’d lived.They had an outstanding staff, and with Meredith taking over and Josef’s company providing security, well, it was safer and better than ever.But those first few weeks had been difficult.Wrapping my head around the fact that I’d been hurt by the man who swore to love and honor me was stunning.It was unbelievable.I didn’t mourn Gary or my marriage. On the contrary, I rejoiced at my newfound freedom, and that was maybe the thing that made me feel the guiltiest.I should have left long before he raised his hands.I didn’t love him.I didn’t want him.I didn’t even like him.So what the hell was I doing with him?I guess I thought it was expected of me. He was the father of my child, and I’d made a vow, right?But sometimes life wasn’t so cut and dry.Sometimes it was messy and complicated.G

I’d spent months mooning over this woman. Testing the strength of my resolve. Battling my attraction by holding back and staying away.Every second apart from her was sheer fucking torture. I was head over fucking heels. But I knew she wasn’t there.Not yet.I need her to be.I want her to be.But how was I supposed to make a woman like her fall in love with a guy like me?I thought I had a pretty good plan. And it had been working so far. Every night my wife crawled into bed beside me, and every night the tension between us tightened until she came to me.Sometimes it started with the brush of her leg against mine, or Ellie would drape her arm over my side. She’d touch me first, then I’d turn and pull her into my embrace.I was always ready, willing, and waiting. Helpless to deny my feelings for her and the need to bury my length inside her warm, wet, willing body.The sex we shared was phenomenal.Fantastic.At least, I thought it was.But if I made her feel bad, I’d have to kick my

After dinner, I expected things to be a little awkward between us. But when I excused myself to the bathroom, Andres offered to read to Sammy and tuck him in.I could tell he was enamored with the whole calling him Dad thing, and I had to admit, tears pricked my eyes every time my boy uttered the word.Sammy looked so happy and proud, calling Andres Dad. And it felt so right.Andres was kind, attentive, and patient with Sammy. Hell, he’d already spent more time with him than Gary ever had.Sammy had nothing of his biological father in him. He looked like me. His dark hair and hazel eyes were so like mine. He was a wonderful little boy, and I was lucky to have him.After kissing his head and asking him if he was okay with Dad reading his bedtime story, Sammy had practically pushed me out of his room.Andres had just sat there, grinning like a peacock.Shaking my head, I frowned at the ache in my stomach. I’d been an emotional wreck most of the day, and after using the bathroom, I