Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Fine, you can stay. I’m sure the floor would be comfortable for you,” He said with a hint of sarcasm.
“But tell me…” Julie continued, “Why are you suddenly interested in Anabelle? She’s not the type you usually go for?”
“What about you?” Israel asked him back, standing with his head held high, “Why are you interested in the girl? She’s not the type you go usually for?”
Julie was almost tempted to say he wasn’t interested, but that would give Israel the incentive to pursue after the girl and ruin his plans. But he couldn’t claim Anabelle was his too since Israel would be looking on to their
“relationship”. So he couldn’t keep nor leave her.
Both men began a staredown. In the end, Julie didn’t answer, he simply carried the girl to the bed and tucked her in. They said silence spoke volumes. It should be left that way.
Seeing how protective Israel was of Anabelle, Julie didn’t dare suggest he should sleep on the other side of the bed. He instead went out to order the maids to move his recliner into the room – that should be comfortable enough without suffering neck and back pain for the night.
When he returned, Julie was treated to the scene of Israel applying an ice pack on Anabelle’s bruise. A jealous pang hit him, that should be him applying that treatment – Israel was just fast enough. He fought against the urge to snatch the bag from his friend and continued where he stopped.
Fine, game on. He had been holding back, but since Israel had declared competition, he would go all out from now on. Israel can apply the ice pack all he wants. Moreover, it’s not like Anabelle is awake to appreciate his help anyway, he snickered inwardly.
Julie knew the way to win a woman over. Once the sun comes up tomorrow, he’d wake up before his competitor and cook her a meal. Girls always fell for guys who can cook, he would awe her with his great cooking skills. Muhaha!
With that thought in mind, Julie went to bed with a delighted expression. Early the next morning, before the cock could crow six in the morning or the maids to start their morning duties, Julie, the young master of the house, had begun to make himself useful in the kitchen.
By the time the maids came to the kitchen, they were stunned out of their minds. What were they seeing? Did the sunrise in the west today? The old man would have been so happy to see this if he hadn’t traveled for business.
Meanwhile, Anabelle woke up groggily with a body full of pain. What the hell was wrong with her? It was almost as if she was run over by a truck? Gosh, her head was killing her.
“Are you okay?”
Anabelle was startled and looked to the source of the voice.
“What the hell?”
It finally dawned on her that this wasn’t her place and what was Israel even doing here.
“What did you do to me?!” Anabelle shot up to her foot without warning. However, she stood up too quickly and dizziness overwhelmed her; she was falling.
Israel saw what happened and came to her rescue. Unfortunately, he miscalculated her weight and stance because both landed on the floor with him taking the brunt of the fall.
“What beautiful eyes,” Anabelle muttered, spellbound by the face staring back at her. Why didn’t she notice he was this handsome earlier?
Unfortunately, the door clicked open and Julie walked in on them in that compromising position.
“You cheater!”
Reina’s point of view:
“Where the hell was I?”
My brain was foggy as I slowly roused from sleep. Then It dawned on me with the messy sheet and hair, where I was and what I had done. My honeymoon with my husband, Niles.
“Aww!” I groaned, a piercing pain going through my head. Gosh, why was I such a masochist? It was clear to me that alcohol messes me up and yet I still go back to it. Am I a sucker for pain or something?
“You’re awake,” Niles came into the bathroom looking all robust and radiant.
“This is so unfair,” I frowned, checking him out.
“What is unfair?” he asked, with brows knitted together perplexed.
I leaned closer, “Why do you look so good and strong upon what we did last night while I look like shit?”
“Because you drank?” he stated with a smirk.
“You’re of no help at all,” I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed.
“You should go wash up, you stink,”
“Geez, thanks,” I rolled my eyes.?He had to remind me of that.
“I’m serious here, Reina. Go and wash up,” Niles said, kneeling on the bed as he pulled the bedsheet in a bid to pull me off the bed.
“I want to but I’m tired,” I whined intentionally, “Unless you carry me,” I teased him, stretching out my hands like a baby wanting to be piggybacked even though I knew he wouldn’t do that.
But to my utmost surprise, Niles scooped me up in his arms before an exclamation of amazement could leave my lips. This man! Can’t he tell when I’m joking? Well, let me enjoy the free ride – it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.
However, I clearly have forgotten that Niles had the talent to manipulate every situation in his favor. Once we made it to the sink, he picked my toothbrush and helped me brush even when I protested strongly.
But as usual, the man ignored my complaint and did as he pleased. That was when I realized I had awoken the sleeping tiger; I had willingly delivered myself to him on a platter of gold. In one word, I was doomed.
Before long, I was carried into the shower and stripped of the sheet I had used to cover my nakedness before I could even say “Jack Robinson,” That is to say that I was bare as the day I was born before him.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time Niles’ seen me naked but there was something about that intensity in his eye that made me squirm and want to cover up. It was like I was a lamb and he was the lion meant to devour me. And devour, he was surely going to do.
Still dressed in his clothes, Niles grabbed the liquid soap and squirted some onto the sponge. He lathered it under the controlled running shower and drew me closer to him.
Tentatively and slowly, he began to scrub my skin with care as if he was afraid he’d bruise me if he added more strength.
A tingle went down my spine when he scrubbed down my back. It was more embarrassing that Niles had an apathetic look as he washed me while I in question was fighting with desire.
Each of his moves was turning me on and I couldn’t help but almost get a heart attack when our eyes accidentally connected. His eyes had darkened and held a desire that stole my breath away.
Niles was holding back. He was patiently waiting for when he was done cleaning me up. And my words couldn’t have been wrong because the instant he was finished, he attacked my lips with a fiery kiss that left me short of breath.