The Billionaire's Kept Woman

Chapter 11 - His Anger

It was quiet when they entered the sedan. Her hands are cold and she doesn't know what to say about his actions a while ago. It is probably to show everyone that he got a mistress and he pampered her. Probably, she seduced him, that's what they are going to think about.

She smelled like wine and probably trash. But what he did a while ago was a little possessive. It doesn't feel right for her; to feel that she was worth his protection. Instead of going home, they went to a hotel. He took the bag that he probably told the maids to pack up where she didn't even notice that he had packed up.

"Make sure to secure everything." He glowered at the car. She had noticed it as well. Someone was following them. He held her hand and she was dragged inside as one staff gave the card access to him.

They reach the 27th floor where presidential suites are using the VIP elevator. She was quiet as he is. But it's much scarier when he's silent. She looked at him. His eyes were burning in anger. She's afraid that he'll hit her or something when they get inside the room. But he didn't. He let go of her hand and punched the wall that made her gasped.

"Don't wash your hands." He told in a calm voice and left her going to the room.

Instead, she went to find a fridge and ice. Pull out an ice bag and put the ice cubes inside. She rushed to where he went. The bedroom and he's on the balcony where there's a pool. She took his fist and placed the ice bag on his bruised fist.

"I thought you'll hit me." She mumbled.

"I don't hit women, Keira. And I would never hit you."

He scooped her face with his other hand and placed his cold lips to hers. She thought wrong of him. His tongue scooped hers and she remembered how he used it between her hips. It felt so good. Sensual feeling ran down between her legs. It lasted for like God-knows how long. She stepped back a little and gave him the ice bag.

"I'll just wipe my face and change clothes."

"You don't have to put some clothes on." He sneered.

She rolled her eyes and left. But while she's on her way to the bathroom, she couldn't help but bite her lower lip. Her cheek gets warmer on what he said.

So, she entered the bathroom, remove her clothes. She got startled when he opened the door and he also removed his clothes. She covered her front and turned back from him.

"Still shy, my lady?" he teased as he took a damp towel and washed it with water. He pulled her and gently wiped it on her face and neck. She stood still and let him pamper her like that. "I had seen it, touched it, tasted it, and ravished it." She put her hands down and looked down on his chest. "Don't let anyone bully you again." He said those words gently and she hates it when her heart flutters. "You are my woman and I can't let anyone bully you."

"Okay…" She uttered. He ripped her panties. Her eyes widen and passion surged on her whole body.

"I'll wash you."

"What?" She was puzzled as she blinked. He removed the rest of his clothes and took her to the shower.

Took the handheld on the slider rail and warm water came out as he made her lean on the wall and rubbed her down there. She held on to him as his fingers started massaging her on god-who-knows-where. She shuddered and let go of whatever it is.

He took her mouth to her and sucked every corner. She had learned how to kiss from him and she got better. He took a liquid soap and washed it on hers. She had it again as she lost herself.

She collapsed on his arms and they stayed like that for a while. She composed herself and told him that she's going to brush her teeth. She put her robe on and started brushing her teeth while he's still washing up and then approached her, his so oozing, body dripping wet and he pressed it behind her as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

His erect is hard and probably wanting it to be inside her. But she waited for him to make a move.

He let her have her way until she's on the bed, tired and ready to sleep. He wasn't wearing anything but he's dry. He crawled over to the bed, kissing her forehead. He lay down, pulled the duvet, and was ready to sleep as well. Odd, that he didn't make a move tonight.

She felt his warm arms and he removed her bathrobe. She turned to him and let him shove his face between her chests. He hummed and played with each of them. She gaped and sipped some air. And they stayed like that, him resting between her chests.

She woke up in the morning, he's already wearing his usual attire and smelled so heavenly. She received a kiss on the forehead and warm water. She sipped on it and then put it on the side table and stretched her arms.

"You'll meet your tutor today." She stopped for a while and looked at him quizzically. "Take a bath after you finish your drink."

She finished her drink and walked naked toward the bathroom. She took a long bath and she was afraid that he was impatient but he's patiently waiting for her on the balcony where their food is settled while reading some documents.

She put on one of the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen. It wasn't girly but formal and a bit conservative. She put it on and then she combed her hair. She went toward him and sat.

"Let's start to eat." He put down the papers and told her to eat a lot. She did as she told and since she had a big appetite.