Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin me, Mr Billonaire : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

LavandaLast night was crazy. Warm bodies pressed against one another.I could feel the tension in the room, and also the tattoos. I wasn't blind when I noticed him pull me into his arms.I knew something was off. He was hiding a part of himself from me. I want to find out what it is.My hands were on the knife as I struggled with my exposed cleavage.I shouldn't have worn this dress, yet last night told me a lot of things I had overlooked.I felt the hard-on. The warm breath. The tension and desire between both bodies.Yes, I was tempted too. It's been seven years; even a nun has urges.I am also a living, breathing human, but for Lisa's sake, I want to know who he is.Except calling my name at midnight was random, which it isn't.He's playing with his food; our gaze doesn't meet."Lisa, what I and your daddy—" That damn word. I pause. "We are grown-ups, and sleeping together isn't a must.""But if Mummy and Daddy don't sleep together, how will God send them a baby?"My cheeks were b

Lavanda My heart is all over the place. I can barely hear the TV over my thoughts. I can't settle down in the living room with them still on the way here. Who was that woman screaming at Ainsworth? Lisa was sobbing in the background. I paced around the living room. I am not good at waiting. "Mummy." Her little voice screamed from behind me. She ran to my arms without removing her shoes. A trail of dirt on the floor. Ainsworth watched my gaze carefully. "I will get this cleaned." "No," I stopped him. "I want answers, and I need them now, not when he's sweeping the floors. The maids will do that." He sat on the couch. Lisa still clung to me. Something was off. "Did anything happen at the playground today?" Her eyes were a bit sad. I watched Ainsworth. His hands were pressed together. I was right. Whoever that woman was, he obviously didn't want Lisa blabbing it out. "Nothing awesome." Her voice was down. "Baby," I cooed. "Did anyone bully y

Lavanda I am downstairs. Ainsworth's room, to be precise. Now he's not here. This is the best time to snoop. I flip the switch on. Shoes arranged at the edge of the wall, neatly. The smell of mint all over the place, with a faint scent of cigar. I scan the room for an ashtray, but there's none. He doesn't strike me as an addict. Nothing seemed out of place, yet I need to see a cigarette pack or weed roll. I open the closet. Racks of shirts and pants filled to the brim. Most of them had no labels or brand signature on them, just plain clothes. All of them were mostly black, with a few casual color tops that were off. His choice of color is very odd, but it's nothing to be worried about. People love different things for different occasions. Maybe he just loves neutral color. His shirts were mostly tight-fitted. The reason why I look too often at his muscles. None of this spelled "gang" or "family man," whatever I was thinking. I moved to his bathroom. It looke

Lavanda I am in front of my mirror with my wedding dress on. It hugged my curves. Every inch of my body is revealed in this bodice. The one Ainsworth said fit me—and it did. I picked it because I couldn't care less about what I looked like in it. But then staring at it. "It fits perfectly, mama bear," his husky voice filled my room. "My wife is looking pretty." I saw him admiring me through the mirror. I pick up my jewelry, hiding the blush on my cheeks. Compliments like this make me a bit too warm. "You did it again," I say with feigned annoyance. "No, I knocked. And besides, this is my room too." My heart is pounding against my rib cage. I don't know if it's the room or the fact that he caught me unawares. He's in a suit—the same one I had handpicked for him at the mall. It made those honey eyes even more sexy and tempting. We picked each other's outfits, but we can't stay two minutes together without bickering. "It's not your room." I placed the jewelry on my neck, tr

Lavanda The whole hall erupted with noise. A smirk spread on my sister's face.She's enjoying the humiliation. I still didn't talk or respond back.Everything is exactly the way I want.She sprang up on her feet. "Yes! He sexually harassed me and got fired at the cafe!"This is the redhead that cost Ainsworth his job.She lied; Ainsworth can never lay a hand on another woman.I need to help, or God help us, the media houses will have him for breakfast.I squeeze his hand. "I can help, allow me."He didn't budge or move."For the last time, is there evidence of any accusations?""Gold digger!""A waiter marrying a woman older than him.""He's pathetic.""She's probably controlling him.""House dad doesn't have a job."The crowd was screaming, baying for his blood.He's not used to this. I can feel his hand tighten around mine.His life as a waiter was simple and easy. I am responsible for this."Allow me, please," I beg. "I can fix this." He's not listening to me at all.He's ready to