My Accidental Billionaire Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

~Julian~Aiden held my hand all the way to the school gate.He had talked the entire drive – about the aerospace book, about a boy in his class named Marcus who had got the thrust-to-weight ratio completely wrong during show and tell, and about whether I knew how to make pancakes because Gigi's pancakes were excellent but Mummy's were better.I told him I knew how to make pancakes.He looked at me with the assessing expression he used when he was deciding whether to believe something."I will test you," he said."Fair enough," I said.At the gate he stopped and turned and looked at me with the direct, clear eyes that I was beginning to understand would never let anything pass."You will come back?" he said."I will come back," I said."You promise.""I promise."He looked at me for one more second. Then he nodded — the decisive nod of someone who had received a satisfactory answer — and turned and walked through the gate without looking back.I watched him go. Then I got back in the c

~Delia~I spent three hours getting ready.Not because I needed three hours. Because I needed to be right. I needed to walk into that dining room and remind every single person at that table exactly who I was and what I was doing in this house. I needed to look like the woman Julian Windsor had chosen — even if we both knew that was not entirely the truth.I chose the red dress. Floor length, backless, the kind of piece that walked into a room before you did. My hair up. Jewellery was understated — I did not need to try too hard when the dress was doing everything.I looked in the mirror.Perfect.My mother and father arrived first. Mama walked in and looked around the estate the way she always looked around the estate — taking inventory, approving, making a mental note of everything that confirmed the Kensingtons had made a correct decision in sending me here."You look beautiful," she said."I know, thanks, Mother," I said.Then Grandma Celeste walked in with Aiden in her hand and G

~Julian~I dressed quickly. Grey sweatpants. White t-shirt. The kind of clothes I wore when I had stopped performing for the evening and was simply existing. I looked at Katia."You are not going anywhere tonight," I said. "Stay here. I am going back to the dining room."I did not wait for a response. I walked out and pulled the door behind me.The dining room was mid-conversation when I came back in. Martha was talking about something I did not care about. David was listening. Grandma was watching the door—she clocked me the moment I walked in, the way she always clocked everything, and her expression did not change.I sat down next to Delia."Where is Katia?" Delia asked."Still busy," I said. "Conference call. There is a significant amount of work on the London expansion — we may end up going back to the office or continuing in my study. The workload is considerable."Delia looked at me.I looked at the table.Grandma was still watching me. I did not look at her. I did not need to—

~Katia~My pussy was on fire.The heat was deep, localized in the center of me, radiating outward toward my thighs. I was in pain. It was a sharp, direct kind of soreness that came from being stretched beyond my limits after seven years of nothing but my own hands and Julian’s cruel, shallow games. My muscles were stiff, and every time I shifted my weight under the heavy duvet, I felt the friction of the silk sheets against my raw skin. I was very sure that tomorrow I wouldn't be able to walk. My knees felt weak, and my inner thighs were trembling with a fatigue that went down to the bone.Julian had ravished me. There was no other word for it.I lay on my side, staring into the dark of his bedroom, listening to the heavy, synchronized sound of his breathing. God, Julian was a huge man. I had always known he was large—I had seen him in suits, I had felt the breadth of his shoulders and the weight of his hands—but the reality of him naked was different. He was huge in all the places th

~Julian~I had called Seraphina at five in the morning.She had answered on the second ring—that was the thing about Seraphina; she was always available when the money was right, and she had never once asked a question she did not want the answer to. I had told her what I needed. She had arrived at the estate forty minutes later wearing her own coat over nothing because I had asked her to put on the gown I had left outside the guest room door.She had done it without asking why.That was also the thing about Seraphina.She was standing in the kitchen now, holding the breakfast tray I had asked the cook to prepare—two portions, enough for two people, the things I knew Katia would want in the morning—and looking at me with the expression she wore when she was about to present a bill.She handed me the tray."You are going to pay more for that slap, Julian," she said. Her voice was pleasant. It was always pleasant. "I did not sign up to be slapped by your wife. Two thousand dollars for t