Spoiled By A Zillionaire

Late

In their chambers, Lola looked at the three exorbitant gifts with shock. The three items costed more than what some companies were worth. The replacement of the gift Sir Mike’s clan gave her was the most expensive of the three items. The Irises painting by the famous Vincent Van Gogh was worth over fifty-three million.

“So, they just buy me all these crazy expensive stuff?” she asked the man looking at her with amusement. It seemed that Shane found everything she did and said amusing.

“You are the Madame,” he said, his husky voice making her heart flutter.

“I will never use any of these things!” she cried.

“You don’t have to.”

“Then why are we even accepting them?”

“To keep their wealth down, so that they can’t afford to assassinate us. You are welcome to sell them and donate that money to charity. You do what you see fit.”

Lola shook her head. She never thought that being wealthy was this complicated.

“You live a very colourful life, Mr Foster,” she declared.

“Husband,” he corrected while she rolled her eyes and giggled. That had become his favourite title.

“You better say it or I will make you beg all night long,” he threatened.

“How are we ever going to get pregnant if I am begging all night long?” she asked dramatically, making him laugh. The background checks on her told him that she was a smart and simple being. So far, everything about her proved that.

“What exactly are we expected to do at that engagement, Husband?”

His heart danced at her address. It took everything in him to suppress the joy he felt. He shrugged his shoulders instead.

“Nothing. We are guests. They are privileged to have us attend their event.”

“Shane!”

“What? Afraid to mess up in front of your ex?” he teased while she shook her head. Mike and his betrayal was strangely the last thing in her mind.

“It’s not that. You have lived like this all your life. Some things may seem like general knowledge to you, but it’s not to me. I don’t want to embarrass you,” she confessed.

He laughed and pulled her into his arms. Looking down at her with so much tenderness in his eyes, Lola’s heart started pounding.

“You, my dear, can never embarrass me,” he said with certainty. “You are the Madame, remember? Whatever you do becomes the Foster standard,” he reminded her, but she was still nervous and decided to go see his mother instead.

“You are afraid to embarrass him?” Melisa asked, amused.

Lola nodded. “Will you help me?” she asked, not able to mask her desperation.

“Why?”

Lola frowned. “What do you mean why?”

“I want to know why you don’t want to embarrass him?” Melisa rephrased her question.

“I was in prison, beaten up and my life pretty much over. Shane bailed me out and …”

“Gave you the opportunity to serve Mike and Samantha with a revenge dish?” Melisa completed her sentence.

“This is not about Mike. That asshole has not even crossed my mind since…” she hesitated while Melisa laughed.

“Since you consummated your marriage and met your soulmate?”

Lola sighed. “Shane is a great man, but I don’t believe in soulmates. I promise to respect and honour him. That’s all.”

“You are not planning on giving him your heart,” Melisa read through her.

“Yes,” she confirmed. She and Shane will be inseparable to everyone else, but she never wanted to lie to his mother.

“Oh, Honey, I don’t think that is up to you. Judging by your response to his every action, it is going to be a delight to witness you coming to terms with that. As for embarrassing Shane, you can never do that. Whatever you do is the standard. If you twist your leg and fall, we all do.”

“You can’t be serious!” Lola cried. Shane told her the same thing but she thought he was exaggerating.

“You are Madame Lola, matriarch of the foster clan and empire,” Melisa reminded her.

She had just entered their chambers when her eyes landed on Shane, who had his eyes glued on the laptop in front of him. She could see that whatever he was doing was important and probably business related and decided to quietly sit on the bed and wait for him to finish.

Shane appreciated the gesture but he could not take her silence and waved for her to come to him.

“Got your answers?” he asked and pulled her to sit on his lap.

Lola could not help but wrap her arms around his neck, an action that ended whatever business he was attending to.

“Heir-making business it is,” he declared before whisking her to the bed.

“We are going to be late for the engagement party!” she cried, but her body betrayed her. Shane’s kisses had already sent electric bolts all over her body. Her core was already yearning for him.

“Stop me then, Wife,” he challenged before pulling down her panties and dipping his finger on her already wet centre.

Lola gasped and gave in to the pleasure she knew would follow. Shane seemed to have her wrapped around his finger and her body all figured out.

A few minutes later, she screamed, moaned and completely surrendered her body to him. An hour later she laid in his arms, completely depleted and smitten.

“I think you are a s*x slave, Madame Lola,” he teased, making her blush.

“Me? You started it!” she cried.

“Well, I am enticed by my wife. What is your excuse?”

Lola opened and closed her mouth, speechless.

“You are so cute when caught out. Shall we go see your dumb ex tie himself to his downfall?” he asked and she nodded. That’s when Lola saw the clock and realised that they were already an hour late.

On the ground floor, Mike restlessly paced up and down. His engagement should have started, but Shane and Lola were nowhere to be seen. The whole clan was waiting for them.

He braced himself when his phone rang for the eighth time.

“Why are we not starting?” Samantha yelled at Mike the moment he picked up.

Her family and all their guests were already seated. The media cameras were rolling but the Foster’s were nowhere to be seen. She could not stop panicking after the bracelet fiasco. Mike’s father sounded very angry about giving away his most valuable painting to compensate for the bracelet she took photos with.

“Shane has not come down yet,” Mike explained.

“This is ridiculous! Surely we can start without him,” Samantha could not believe her ears. She was trying to understand all these Foster customs but she was getting frustrated. Even her own family was getting tired of waiting.

“Shane has to lead the procession. No Foster member will come in there until he does.”

That was all Mike could say. He quickly ended the call when he saw Shane and Lola descending down the stairs. Shane looked his usual model-like self in a royal-blue designer suit that made his own suit look like a cheap replica. He wanted to punch something when his eyes landed on the woman holding his arm. Lola looked angelic in a matching royal-blue gown that accentuated her gifted bust, tiny waist and curvaceous hips. The two of them looked so perfect and so in love, it made him sick to his stomach.

“Greetings, Sir Shane, head of the Foster clan and empire. Greetings, Madame Lola, matriarch of the Foster clan and empire,” the group greeted in unison while Melisa joined the two and walked right behind them.

“You are an hour late. There better be my grandchild in that tinny oven,” she whispered wittily, making Lola blush.

“I don’t shoot blanks, Mother, and my wife is fertile as hell. Her pheromones are summoning me to our chambers as we speak.”

Shane’s very loud response made Lola’s face burn.

“Shane!” she exclaimed right before they walked into the hall and his eyes turned so dark, she shivered.