The Billionaire's Bundle of Joy

Chapter 17

RIZ

I WAS more than ready to take a leap when I heard a woman’s voice. Even before I saw her, I knew it was Veronica. Just from her voice, I could tell she was high-maintenance and had an attitude. She was nothing like me.

Justin tried to hold me, but I pushed him away. He started this, and I couldn’t help but hope that he was making an effort for us to be okay. That maybe the marriage of convenience could turn into something more. But with the arrival of his fiancée, all my thoughts melted away.

“Wait in the living room.” Justin looked frustrated, and I couldn’t imagine how he felt right now.

“Why can’t I wait here?” the woman asked haughtily from outside the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes and walked back to the shower. Let her deal with her own life. If she wants to come out with wet shorts, that’s her problem.

“Just do as I say, Veronica.” Justin’s words were firmer now, and there was no trace of affection in his tone. I wondered what he was like when he was angry. He didn’t seem completely furious at the moment.

“Fine!” the woman shouted. A moment later, I heard the loud slam of a door.

Justin joined me in the shower. He didn’t explain himself and didn’t say a word. I quickly tried to wash myself, but just as I was about to grab the towel, he pulled me in and hugged me.

“Don’t get mad. I didn’t know she was coming here.” No apology whatsoever, but he managed to explain.

“Okay.” I had no right to be angry with him. Given how quickly things happened yesterday, I knew he needed time to tell his fiancée that he had just gotten married.

“Then why are you upset?”

“Okay.” Let him be annoyed. I can’t believe this. He even asked me why I was upset? If I had a fiancé and came here, would he be happy?

I heard his quiet curse. “Stop it and let’s talk like adults.”

This wasn’t an adult conversation yet? Well, he could talk to himself. If he wanted, he could argue and then go back to Manila with that woman.

“I have nothing to say.” I stared at him, but looking into his eyes was a big mistake. It was like I was being drawn in, and there was some kind of magic soothing my heart. All I was waiting for was a simple apology, and everything would be okay.

He cupped my face and pressed our foreheads together. “I’ll fix it. Just don’t be upset anymore. It might affect the baby.”

I didn’t respond. My husband knew how to sweet-talk. While he showered me with kisses on my face, jaw, and neck, one of his hands was gliding along the side of my thigh. I also felt him gently squeeze my bottom.

“Baby,” he whispered to me. There was tenderness in his voice as his hardness pressed against my belly. He took my hand and guided it to where his manhood was. Maybe I wanted it too, so I couldn’t reject him.

When I moved my hand to give it a gentle tug, Justin let out a moan. His hips instinctively moved as I held him. He kissed my lips while his hand cupped my breast. He rolled my n****e between his fingers, sometimes pinching it.

He didn’t attempt to enter me, but holding him like this made me want him even more. It’s hard to be pregnant. I read once that pregnant women often have heightened desires. And sometimes the opposite happens: they’re never in the mood for s*x. So when I rubbed his tip against my folds, I heard him hold his breath.

“Are you sure?” he whispered to me. He stopped moving his hips.

“Don’t you want to?”

“Of course, I-I want to.” He bit my shoulder and pushed himself in.

His kisses were fierce, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he left marks on my skin. I don’t know where we stand after this. But we were married, and if our agreement was only until I gave birth, I wouldn’t force myself. This might be how I felt that night. I couldn’t refuse him and surrendered to the surge of emotions.

He was growing inside me, and I knew he was close. I felt something building up in my belly, and every time he moved, it hit a spot that sent waves of pleasure through me. It didn’t take long for us to reach our orgasm, and I felt him explode inside me.

We didn’t exchange any “I love yous.” It was pure s*x. And if I had heard that earlier or said it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. Only time will tell if we will ever reach that point. What mattered was that we had respect and trust for each other. For now, that was enough for me.

He didn’t even bother to wear a condom. Well, I was already pregnant, and besides, I didn’t have any contagious diseases. He didn’t immediately pull out of me. His face was buried between my neck and shoulder as he caught his breath.

“Is the baby okay? Was I rough?” he asked me afterward. Earlier, when he got caught up in his emotions, he buried himself deep inside me. I felt full, but it didn’t hurt at all.

“The baby is fine.” With how much he released, some of it trickled down my thigh. “Pull out so we can clean up.”

“I don’t want to.”

I gasped at him. He didn’t want to? Was he planning to lock us in the bathroom and suffocate us both? Had he forgotten that there was an unwanted guest in the living room waiting for him?

“We’ll get sick in here. Do you want to catch pneumonia?”

Justin chuckled, and with his eyes twinkling, he said, “It will soften eventually. Let it come out on its own.”

“What? When? It’s still so hard. It seems like it wants another round, too. Unbelievable!”

Justin laughed so hard I thought he was going to choke. He cupped my cheeks and kissed the tip of my nose. “You are adorable.”