Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

Chapter Sixty

Little Surprise

ERIC’s POV

Her stomach rumbled against mine and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled her over. “Come, I’ll make you breakfast.”

Putting her down on the seat, I started off cooking. “You’re prepared to keep me entertained today, right?” I asked and saw her blush, then she nodded.

“I’ve prepared a lot, you’ll… be stunned after my performance today.” She assured me, grinning from ear to ear. Watching her, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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In his hotel room, Fred gulped down a glass of whiskey he had poured himself. Reminiscing on everything his father had told him the previous day and coupled with what he had seen when he arrived at Sarah’s place, he couldn’t help sulking. He picked up his phone from the table and stared at the photo that was currently making waves online. The photo of the nobody girl he had cheated on in the arms of the very man his father constantly compared him to.

Fred felt his blood boiling just by merely looking at the photo. Wasn’t it enough that Eric had everything already? His father often compared him to the man because at his age, he had already succeeded in creating a name for himself and now, he was the wealthiest man in the country. All this, he acquired without the support of his family. Despite his father being a successful business mogul, he hadn’t relied on the connections his father had and had gone out to make a name for himself and had returned after many years to claim his position as heir of the Lawn family, making him the wealthiest in the country.

Fred hadn’t gained an ounce of what Eric had acquired at his age, even with the help of his father’s connections, and that annoyed his father, especially since the heads of the two families didn’t quite see eye to eye.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, as if the constant reminders of his incapabilities and incompetence in business weren’t enough, Eric now had his ex. It’s true he no longer felt anything for Rayne, after all, she wasn’t his kind of girl. But, seeing her in the arms of the man he had come to see as his soul enemy and competitor, annoyed and infuriated him.

Once upon a time, his father had been showering him with non stop praises, cheering him for his achievements in the family business. He had been doing well and had borne the title, ‘His father’s son. But, all those achievements had been because of Rayne. She was his lucky charm. He didn’t know it before, but now he did and the fact that he had been stupid enough to lose her to Eric, of all people, made him mad with anger.

He staggered to his feet and pushed the bottle of wine and glass off the table, and they shattered to the tiled floor.

If there was one thing he knew about Rayne, it was her taste in men. She’s a pure girl and prefers the gentlemanly kind of men. From what he had heard about Eric, Fred could tell that he wasn’t the gentlemanly kind. He had heard quite a lot about the man’s ruthlessness in the business world. Rayne can’t possibly be with him because of love, there must be a reason she’s with him. Probably he was forcing her to stay against her will.

When they were together, Rayne loved him so much. She’d often say he was her first love. First love never really dies, right? If he should go to her and say he’s sorry, she’d definitely accept him with open arms. He was certain.

Fine then, he’d go to her and apologize. And Rayne would accept him back when he tells her that he was seduced by her best friend. After all, she had a soft heart and could easily be deceived. He’d get her back from that man and have her restore his face in front of his father.

With these thoughts, a small smile formed at the side of Fred’s lips, and slowly grew into a mischievous grin.

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ERIC’s POV

I sat on the couch in the parlor, with my eyes closed as per my wife’s orders. It’s been more than five minutes already, yet she was yet to come downstairs, which leaves me wondering if she’s that shy about her body. If that’s the case, then there isn’t a need to be. She’s petite and beautiful and doesn’t need to feel uncomfortable about her nakedness.

Or, could she be shy because of the transparent walls? That’s the reason I told her we could do it in her room upstairs, it isn’t so bright over there, but she insisted on doing it here in the parlor. So then why’s she shy? To the extent of asking me to close my eyes. Or, by any chance is she trying to surprise me with some action? BDSM? I’ve never tried it with anyone before, but, isn’t she too frail to go hardcore?

Fuck! My masculine muscles just keep hardening in anticipation, and all these thoughts aren’t helping. Does she want me to come grab her? This is pure torture and I’ve endured quite enough. It’s been more than ten minutes already, a man can’t endure any more than that.

I meant to get up, but I stopped myself from doing so. It was a fuckin’ surprise, she had said that. Meaning I’m to remain seated with my eyes closed until she comes out. I don’t want to ruin her little surprise. She’s worth the wait!

But, Hell!!!

This is torture.